Chapter 658: The Sword Duel Ends—Jiang Zhiwei

Moreover, Feng Zhangyue had long-standing grievances with her father in the past.

Although her father was magnanimous and unwilling to hold a grudge, how could she possibly give him a good face?

If not for this chance to get out and spend time alone with her senior brother, to deepen their bond.

How could she possibly have any interest in traveling far to meet this half-baked Sword King?

And at this moment, as Gong Sun Lanying's words fell silent.

The man's heart tightened.

He was deeply worried that his junior sister's impolite words had angered the elder.

So he hastily looked up.

Seeing that Feng Zhangyue's expression remained unchanged and he was not taking offense, he finally relaxed.

Remembering his master's instructions, he bowed and explained: "Senior Feng, my junior sister is still young and has scarcely left the mountain; if she has offended you, please forgive her and do not take it to heart."

Having finished, he glanced at his junior sister: "Sister, Senior Feng is still our elder—how can you be so disrespectful?"

"Senior has great forbearance; just apologize, and he naturally won't punish you."

As soon as he spoke, Gong Sun Lanying's displeasure flared instantly.

She was about to say why she should apologize to him at all.

But after seeing her senior brother's gaze, she couldn't help but soften inside.

Afraid of provoking his dislike, she stomped her foot, turned away reluctantly, and muttered: "Senior, I'm sorry..."

Seeing this, Feng Zhangyue shook his head and said nothing more.

He merely sighed inwardly—how truly consistent the Gong Sun family's manners were.

Then he turned his head and looked again at Jiang Zhiwei atop Yue Long Tower.

"Today, indeed, is your fate and fortune..."

The day on which this Bai Hong Sword Marquis challenged his disciple Nie Wushuang was far too coincidental.

It coincided precisely with the arrival of the sect master's direct disciple, "Ning Zhengqi," to visit him.

Thus, the Bai Hong Sword Marquis had drawn the attention of the Heavenly Sword Sect ahead of schedule.

Do you know how powerful the Heavenly Sword Sect is?

Within its halls, the lineage of Sword Kings is abundant, rivaling the pinnacle of swordcraft in the Yuehua Empire!

It even possesses the Sword Tomb, a sacred site burying the personal swords of countless Sword Masters, Sword Marquises, and even Sword Kings!

The swords within range from Mystic Rank to Heaven Rank!

Moreover, the number of powerful cultivators within the sect is considerable.

There are more than ten Primordial Spirit cultivators alone!

Their founding ancestor, the Heavenly Sword Patriarch, who has lived for ten thousand years, is a Heaven Realm powerhouse!

His swordcraft has reached Sword Spirit Perfection, just one step away from forging a Sword Soul and ascending to Sword Saint!

Precisely because of the Heavenly Sword Patriarch's existence, the Heavenly Sword Sect earned its mighty reputation.

Making it one of the top powers within the Yuehua Empire!

Now, this Bai Hong Sword Marquis has already caught Ning Zhengqi's attention through his innate talent.

After the sword duel ends, he will likely be invited to join the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Thus gaining the chance to escape the remote lands of the Qin Kingdom and journey to the Yuehua Empire, to witness a far vaster world!

Perhaps his breakthrough to Sword King will come far faster than I imagined!

As Feng Zhangyue sank into deep thought.

The great battle atop Yue Long Tower had already begun and reached a fever pitch!

Though Nie Wushuang and Jiang Zhiwei had not activated their cultivation bases, merely testing their pure swordcraft, their overwhelming, piercing sword intent had already enveloped the entire city!

The terrifying aura rendered the scene unbearably heavy and oppressive!

Sword qi sprayed everywhere, sweeping in all directions!

Sword intent surged, stirring the heavens—darkening the sky, filling it with gloomy clouds, and summoning howling winds!

Boom—boom—boom—

The sound of weapons clashing rang out continuously, striking every ear!

Each time one of them unleashed a brilliant, exquisite sword technique, a cry of astonishment rose from the crowd!

Many sword cultivators were profoundly shaken.

They widened their eyes, unable to close their mouths, lost within the world of swords, deaf to the clamor around them!

Feng Zhangyue and Ning Zhengqi's gazes grew ever brighter, awed by the exquisite precision of Jiang Zhiwei's moves!

Beside them, Gong Sun Lanying felt even more disgusted, unwilling to watch further, eager to leave soon.

Time slipped away slowly.

As the intensity of the sword duel escalated.

The noise in the crowd grew sparser.

All were immersed in the dazzling duel between the two sword prodigies, unwilling to miss even a fraction by speaking!

At this moment, Feng Zhangyue shook his head, having already foreseen the outcome.

This battle, his disciple had lost.

The Bai Hong Sword Marquis truly was gifted beyond measure—his reputation was well-deserved!

Feng Zhangyue sighed deeply.

As for how he knew, it was because Nie Wushuang had begun to show signs of decline.

Worse still, he seemed overwhelmed by immense psychological pressure, his thoughts scattered, his techniques growing chaotic!

If Nie Wushuang does not adjust his condition as soon as possible, then there will be no suspense whatsoever from here on.

On the other side.

Above Dragon-Reading Tower.

Nie Wushuang gripped his long sword, continuously defending against Jiang Zhiwei's razor-sharp attacks!

Wave after wave of muffled impacts rang out, sending sparks flying in all directions as the blade trembled ceaselessly!

His expression grew increasingly tense.

Even deep within his eyes, a trace of panic surfaced!

"What kind of freak are you, exactly?!"

Nie Wushuang stared at the expressionless, cold-faced young girl before him, gnashing his teeth in spite!

Although both were at the realm of Great Accomplishment Sword Heart.

Yet with his profound foundation of over two hundred years, combined with the sword techniques imparted by his Master, he had been able to suppress his opponent at the very start!

But the progress of this White Rainbow Sword Marquis was truly terrifying — within their exchanges, she could constantly sum up experience and find countermeasures!

The first time he deployed a sword move it still worked, but by the second time, she had already neutralized it!

Not only that, he was horrified to discover that the sword moves she unleashed grew more and more like his own, as though she were learning and copying them!

Precisely because of this, he was finding it increasingly difficult.

Until now, she had even been taking the sword moves she learned from him and drawing inferences about other cases from one instance, creating more variations and applying them in actual combat!

This incomparably horrifying phenomenon instantly gave rise to an illusion in his heart.

Am I really competing in swordplay against a person?

Along with this thought arising.

In an instant, Nie Wushuang's concentration lapsed, his sword move faltered slightly, and a fatal opening was exposed!

And for Jiang Zhiwei, naturally she would not let slip such an opportunity.

She immediately drove her sword move, her figure flashing as she suddenly appeared behind Nie Wushuang!

Hum—