Chapter 104: Let Loose and Fight

Many people have already decided that Prince Pingxi is to be opposed.

Yang Jun cannot just go die like this; this is Yang Ye's innate purity.

But just then, Prince Pingxi solemnly nodded his head.

"Big brother is absolutely right, Yang Jun, go ahead and let loose."

As Prince Pingxi Yang Ye spoke to his son, he reached out and slapped his shoulder heavily.

"My son Yang Ye will absolutely not show weakness."

"If anyone doubts your signature and looks down on you, then you should wipe them out!"

Yang Ye's words were loud, while Yang Jun wore a bitter expression.

Originally, it was thought that Prince Pingxi would step forward and directly suppress Zhou Tian.

Then this battle could be avoided.

But who would have expected that this cheap father of mine would actually let him really take action, let him go fight!

I also want to let loose and fight; if I could take down Zhou Tian, that would also be my greatest hope.

But such a thing cannot be settled just by talking.

At this moment, Zhou Tian was eager to try, gripping the Holy Sword tightly in his hand.

The battle was about to break out.

But just then, Yang Ye opened his mouth again, speaking with a cold face.

"Since it's a martial exchange, it should stop at the point of contact; if Yang Jun gets hurt, hum, I will absolutely not let it go!"

Yang Ye's tone sounded quite normal and plain.

But Zhou Tian could clearly feel an invisible immense pressure rushing straight toward him.

Prince Pingxi's killing intent is too heavy; it's not something I, a newly promoted fourth-rank martial artist, can withstand.

Yang Jun blinked slightly.

This cheap father of mine really pulled a vicious move.

In a fight, you can't be timid, you can't admit defeat.

Moreover, protecting one's shortcomings is also necessary, and it is vitally important to protect.

"Alright, let's begin."

Yun Fengyun cannot, like Yang Ye, threaten Yang Jun in front of everyone.

Instead, he nodded and announced his decision on this matter.

Zhou Tian was eager, stepping forward.

It seems because of Prince Pingxi's presence, Zhou Tian no longer has the former aura of certain victory in a single battle.

Zhou Tian and Yang Jun faced each other; at this moment, Zhou Tian actually made a gesturing invitation to Yang Jun.

Immediately, the battle between them erupted.

The officials scattered to avoid, but after retreating, they still didn't forget to watch this great battle.

Zhou Tian is a fourth-rank martial artist, while Yang Jun's actual strength is only third-rank.

Between them, they fought back and forth quite evenly.

Prince Pingxi's power is truly too great.

During the fight, Zhou Tian would occasionally glance back at Prince Pingxi.

Nowadays, this situation puts too much pressure.

He dare not exert his full strength; plus Yang Ye's words, now he doesn't even dare to use the Holy Sword.

"Zhou Tian, don't let me down!"

Yun Fengyun's voice sounded then; he was displeased that Zhou Tian, while fighting Yang Jun, had lost all his spirit!

What meaning is there in continuing such a fight?

In Yun Fengyun's mind, he had originally taken a liking to Zhou Tian.

But seeing Zhou Tian's performance in the battle, it was as if he feared Prince Pingxi more than he feared himself.

How could Yun Fengyun accept such a thing?

I am the True Dragon Son of Heaven; could it be that my prestige is still less than Prince Pingxi's?

Upon hearing Yun Fengyun's words, Zhou Tian felt even greater pressure.

But since the emperor has spoken, I now have the necessity to act.

With a wave of his right hand, the Holy Sword came into his hand.

As he waved it again, the power doubled; the Holy Sword in his hand directly attacked Yang Jun, and in the slash it released even greater power.

Yang Jun's pressure also increased then; dodging became ever more exhausting, each time barely avoiding.

Prince Pingxi's face sank slightly; he felt that Zhou Tian's Holy Sword was not ordinary.

Now Yang Jun is bare-handed; how could he possibly be a match for Cai Tian?

If this continues, Yang Jun will likely get hurt.

Soon, Prince Pingxi saw an even more shocking scene.

Yang Jun dodged Zhou Tian's first sword qi, he also let out a cold snort swiftly, extending his right hand; as he made this motion, a moment later a blood light flew in from outside the ancestral temple.

Yang Jun gripped the Overlord Sword; amidst the blood light, the murderous aura extended along Yang Jun's hand, spreading outward.

Seeing this, Prince Pingxi was delighted.

Yang Ye, who has long rolled about in piles of corpses, how could he fail to notice the miraculous nature of this sword?

That is a mighty divine weapon of the Wu clan!

At this moment, seeing Yang Jun wielding the Overlord Sword, Zhou Tian was stunned; soon after, a strong sense of shame followed.

Yang Jun, this bastard, because of his move, I only got half of the Holy Sword.

Originally it could wield power over life and death, the Supreme Holy Sword, but now it's only half!

Moreover, my senior sister has grown increasingly cold toward me, even returning to the sect and still not coming back.

All of this is because of Yang Jun, entirely his fault!

The more I think this way, the greater my anger.

Zhou Tian unleashed his full martial power, displaying great strength.

The King's Sword's power was unleashed, attacking Yang Jun.

Yang Jun made a move, the Overlord Sword also went toward Zhou Tian; their swords clinked, and the two sword energies collided.

At the same time, both were forced to retreat repeatedly.

In their fight, Yang Jun was slightly inferior.

After all, he lacked the same deep study in martial arts as Zhou Tian.

In strength, he is indeed somewhat weaker.

"Yang Jun, you will surely lose today!"

Zhou Tian advanced again, and sword energy followed.

"I entered the sect from childhood, bearing the Mandate of Heaven; what do you have to fight me?"

Zhou Tian's anger soared; he is the master's most valued person of the Mandate, how could he merely end up with this result?

With such an outcome, he certainly does not accept it.

Furthermore, to deal with this issue, one still needs greater personal strength.

Zhou Tian wielded the King's Sword with force, and Yang Jun was again enveloped by sword energy.

He had no choice but to swing his sword again to resist directly.

Regardless, these matters also must be dealt with.

In an instant, they became entangled in combat again.

You come, I go, fighting is delightful.

Zhou Tian believed victory was certain, brandishing his long sword and emitting sword energy, pressing forward aggressively.

Yang Jun retreated step by step, seeming only able to dodge.

Civil and military officials discussed heatedly; when looking at Yang Jun, they seemed utterly unoptimistic.

Even with Prince Pingxi present to suppress, they could not truly resist Zhou Tian.

The strength gap between the two sides is too great; this alone cannot be made up.

Zhou Tian's talent is too strong, Yang Jun's strength too weak.

Such an outcome seems self-evident.

Yun Fengyun still kept a stern face, not feeling even slightly satisfied because of this.

But at this moment, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

His daughter cannot marry Yang Jun; this is his insistence.

As long as Yang Jun loses, the engagement will be cancelled.

The position of Prince Consort, Yang Jun cannot covet; he should just continue as the Heir of Prince Pingxi, that's all.