Chapter 101: Third Prince, Sudden

A bunch of brats actually thought they could turn the tables on Divine Sword Peak—what a joke; I'd long ago predicted this outcome.

Since becoming opponents is unavoidable, hiding a small trump card seems reasonable, right?

So, on the battlefield now, one can see many disciples whose techniques that were once Great Accomplishment have instantly become Perfection, and cultivations that should have been Minor Accomplishment have directly become Great Accomplishment.

Seeing this, everyone wasn't surprised; they all wore the expression of 'I guessed this would happen.'

We're all old foxes, full of tricks; I'd long guessed you'd have a hidden move—nothing surprising about that.

As expected, you're hiding a move.

Senior Brother, you're joking—same to you.

Honestly, what other tricks do you have hidden?

None, absolutely none—this is really my junior brother's full effort.

Hah, you think I'd believe that?

On the city wall, the original worry had long dissipated; yet as Ye Zhangqing breathed a sigh of relief, he grew increasingly puzzled.

If these senior brothers are this strong, why was it so hard to take Feiying Jian outside Jinhai Yingdi before?

You must remember that back then, Jade Maiden Peak disciples were also helping.

In the previous battle, Ye Zhangqing only saw the beginning; afterward he was busy boiling high‑bone soup for everyone, so he didn't pay much attention.

But looking at the situation now, it shouldn't have been that tough—just look at these senior brothers, each like a tiger descending the mountain.

Besides Ye Zhangqing feeling strange, another person is also completely at a loss—namely Senior Brother Zhao Zhengping.

One could even say Zhao Zhengping's doubts exceed Ye Zhangqing's.

Since he personally experienced that earlier great battle, he's certain they weren't that strong before.

After glancing at the surrounding junior brothers, then at Liu Shuang, Xu Jie, Lu Youyou, and Wang Yao—several Inner Disciples—Zhao Zhengping felt a fresh sense of being cast aside.

Second Junior Sister, you weren't just at Great Accomplishment in the Dharma Appearance Realm—how did you reach Perfection now?

Their cultivations are now on par with mine.

Trained.

A simple answer—Zhao Zhengping's mouth twitched; I really don't know it's from training.

Lao San, how did your cultivation also break through to Great Accomplishment?

A lucky breakthrough.

Fourth Junior Sister...

After asking around, Zhao Zhengping felt a tightness in his chest; sure enough, these guys had been hiding their weakness all along.

The disciples have made huge progress—does that mean I, the Senior Brother, am just standing still?

Devious, really too devious—what happened to the camaraderie among fellow senior brothers? Have you all forgotten? Even I, the Senior Brother, am being kept in the dark.

In just a few months, what on earth has happened to Divine Sword Peak?

I thought I'd seen through Divine Sword Peak's changes, but now I realize what I saw was only the surface.

Something's off, really off—Divine Sword Peak, where I grew up, feels profoundly wrong to Zhao Zhengping right now.

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Zhengping resolved to get to the bottom of this, but for now he'll wait until the ingredients are ready.

His gaze locked on the stunned Flood Dragon Min in the distance—an old rival, and the strongest among the water tribes.

Strongest versus strongest—it ought to be this Senior Brother's job to take it on.

But Liu Shuang moved a step faster, flashing forward to the Flood Dragon Min; seeing this, Zhao Zhengping's mouth opened slightly.

So fast.

Yeah, it's really fast—faster than this Senior Brother; at this moment Zhao Zhengping felt bitter, as the Second Junior Sister's strength had caught up to his own.

How could this be?

Stunned, he stared at the battlefield before him; the Flood Dragon Min felt despair inside.

How could a Divine Sword Peak disciple be this strong? Impossible, unreasonable—how exactly do they cultivate?

Just as the Flood Dragon Min stared blankly, a sword light flashed past, carrying a strong chill.

He hastily shifted sideways, barely dodging the attack, while Liu Shuang had already closed in.

Seeing the comer was Liu Shuang, the Flood Dragon Min cleared his mind and spoke coldly.

Liu Shuang, you're asking for death.

Naturally he recognized this Second Disciple of Divine Sword Peak; the Flood Dragon Min's killing intent surged—if the comer were Senior Brother Zhao Zhengping, he might still be wary, but Liu Shuang? He'd fought her before and knew she wasn't his match.

He felt inexplicably confident, but once they truly clashed, the Flood Dragon Min was dumbfounded.

Liu Shuang's strength actually surpassed Senior Brother Zhao Zhengping's.

Her Ice Sword Technique had already broken through to the Perfection Realm; after just a few hundred rounds, the Flood Dragon Min was suppressed by Liu Shuang.

Expressionless, Liu Shuang naturally wouldn't waste time on the Flood Dragon Min; she resolved instantly to slay it.

The Perfection‑level Ice Sword Technique descended, countless ice swords thrusting from all directions.

Even though the Flood Dragon Min gave his all to block, he was ultimately pierced through by the ice swords, his body riddled with blood holes—dead beyond death.

Senior Sister, wait—leave the corpse intact.

Then Xu Jie rushed over in haste, seeing the Flood Dragon Min already lifeless, its corpse riddled with holes, and wanted to cry but had no tears.

Second Senior Sister, why the rush—what are we to do now?

Any problem?

Hearing this, Liu Shuang replied, bewildered—she hadn't thought much, just wanted to slay the Flood Dragon Min; who knew Xu Jie would react so strongly?

No, you've turned it into this—how are we supposed to use it as ingredients? We still haven't found a good way to slay a dragon… sigh, this is a Flood Dragon Min, the strongest and highest‑bloodline water tribe here—it's top‑grade material.

Xu Jie wore a rueful face—just a step too late; this Flood Dragon Min is too useless, why couldn't you hold on a bit longer? I'm arriving right now—I'll surely keep you safe.

Hearing Xu Jie's words, Liu Shuang also realized she'd made a mistake; looking at the Flood Dragon Min's corpse, it seemed truly too gruesome to use, and she wondered whether it could still be utilized.

Liu Shuang pressed her lips together and apologized.

"Sorry, third junior brother, I didn't think that much; it won't happen again."

Even her apology came across as cold and indifferent; Xu Jie understood the second senior sister's temperament, didn't take it to heart, and merely looked regretful.

"Ah, it won't be easy to obtain another flood dragon of this rank next time; the flood dragon clan has only five princes in total."

Hearing this, Liu Shuang rarely lowered her head and did not retort.

"Forget it, forget it; I'll go check on the other flood dragons—I can't waste any more."

Xu Jie helplessly turned and left.

By this point, the battle's outcome was practically decided; aside from those flood dragons who still didn't know what they were doing, the remaining aquatic tribes had been mostly slaughtered.

Zhao Zhengping also didn't make another move, but kept scanning the many junior brothers around him, with one question after another popping up in his mind.

During these few months of my seclusion, what else has happened at Divine Sword Peak besides Changqing junior brother?

Why have the many junior brothers' abilities become so strong, with breakthroughs in movement techniques, spells, swordsmanship, and cultivation—all in just a few months?

Besides doubt, Zhao Zhengping also felt a growing sense of tension; if this continues, will he even want to remain as Senior Brother, with his cultivation about to be surpassed by his junior brothers and sisters?