Chapter 113: Father's Sword Technique

Yang Jun did not answer, but instead stretched out his right hand.

A crimson blood light flashed, and the Overlord Sword thus came into his hand.

Yang Jun gripped the Overlord Sword tightly, turned his body, bowed slightly, and said to Yang Ye with a sincere expression.

"Father, please!"

In Yang Jun's words, Yang Ye took over the Overlord Sword.

"Good sword!"

Yang Ye took over the Overlord Sword, his hand stroking its blade, and he uttered a word of praise.

Yang Jun didn't think much, his eyes fixed on Yang Ye.

Yang Ye gripped the Overlord Sword tightly; this Overlord Sword seemed to have come alive at this moment.

Moreover, at this moment, he could not sense the master's aura; feeling something wrong, he struggled desperately.

However, at this moment Yang Ye gripped the long sword in his hand and refused to let go.

At this moment, Yang Jun also understood that his cheap father's strength was truly not just talk; relying on the strength of one hand, he grasped the Overlord Sword in his palm, which was truly not that simple or easy.

The Overlord Sword is domineering qi, and on Yang Ye's person, the domineering qi he carries is even richer.

At such a moment, the two forces collide; for a brief instant, I am like on the windy waves, tossed about, yet unable to control myself.

"Jun'er, watch closely."

Yang Ye raised his voice, gave a shout, and swung the long sword.

Yang Jun only felt at this moment, "Heaven and earth obey, I alone am supreme!"

Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if everything were to be split by this sword; nothing would remain under control, and it became even harder to be controlled.

At this moment, everything then unfolded and spread out.

"Overlord rules the world, highlighting only me!"

"Between heaven and earth, I alone am first!"

"No matter what, in this expanse of heaven and earth, everything will be inferior to me."

"This is confidence, but this confidence is even more a supply of self!"

"One must understand that in this heaven and earth, only you are supreme, number one under heaven!"

Yang Ye raised his voice and spoke repeatedly.

Yang Jun listened to Yang Ye's words, gradually, only Yang Ye's voice remained beside his ears.

Moreover, only the silhouette of Yang Ye waving the Overlord Sword in his hand remained.

In each move and style, he further poured out the domineering qi that pervaded heaven and earth.

Regardless of other things, here those problems seemed no longer to leave any room for further speculation.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed to become only a small space before one's eyes.

Yang Ye waved the Overlord Sword in his hand, the sword slanting lightly toward the void; the heaven and earth beyond the long pavilion seemed to be suppressed by this domineering qi.

Between heaven and earth, all things could no longer enter Yang Ye's divine eye.

"Slash!"

With a soft shout, Yang Ye's long sword slanted upward and thrust forth.

At this moment, those mighty powers, those strengths beyond imagination, also burst forth.

Suddenly the wind rose fiercely, filling heaven and earth.

Amidst the howling, everything in the sky seemed about to be devoured by this swift wind.

Yang Jun's eyes slightly closed; the long sword before him, like a flood dragon, flew and danced in the air.

Wave after wave of leaping and dancing, any breath in heaven and earth will be left to be devoured by it.

Yang Jun, existing in this heaven and earth created by his cheap father, at that moment could no longer perceive anything else, and wondered what else would become.

It was as if, at this moment, I were like the small potted flower outside the long pavilion, swaying and about to fall.

Moreover, everything around me that could bring a devouring powerful force would suck me into the boundless chasm.

At this time, Yang Jun even felt a pang of pain in his breath.

His body was suppressed; those powerful auras came, and Yang Jun's body slightly bent, like a shrimp, he bowed.

As if at this moment, everything in heaven and earth would completely devour me, reducing me to nothing!

Such a scene shocked Yang Jun, and moreover left him somewhat at a loss.

Now all this, he was also extremely surprised.

A sound of something breaking rang out, and Yang Jun startled back to his senses.

Yang Ye slowly lowered the Overlord Sword in his hand.

"Jun'er, we are indoors; this sword's power can only be demonstrated here."

"But if it were the battlefield, you would be the protagonist."

"Just rely on this sword's might, and you can be invincible."

"Back then, I could rely on it to break a hundred armors with one sword, and slash dozens of swords consecutively..."

While Yang Ye spoke, his eyes shone.

This Prince Pingxi, as if at this moment, had returned to the battlefield.

That is his stage; here, with only his long sword in hand, he can command any battlefield!

"Such great power?"

Yang Jun was shocked and blurted out.

"Yes, but remember, the sword's might lies not in strength but in spirit."

"Overlord rules the world—what is there to care about? Why care? In heaven and earth, only I am supreme; only then can one be an Overlord!"

Ye Yang opened his mouth to speak, involuntarily raising his voice; each word rang out loudly from his mouth.

Hearing Yang Ye's words, Yang Jun nodded slowly.

In his mind, he recalled Yang Ye's sword strike just now.

Yang Ye handed the Overlord Sword back to Yang Jun; upon taking it, the sword was still trembling, as if unwilling, or perhaps that previous strike had not yet fully displayed its power.

"Prince, Heir Apparent, just now a sudden wind arose, blowing over all the tables and chairs at home."

Deng Jian ran over, holding two jugs of wine.

"Good."

Yang Ye smiled, neither affirming nor denying.

Yang Jun took the wine jug, and without pouring it out, he simply gulped it down straight to his mouth.

After finishing the sword, Yang Jun gripped the Overlord Sword in his hand, lightly moving his wrist, intending to recreate his father's bearing.

But he seemed unable to achieve it.

"Once the sword is raised, it does not stop; once it soars, it does not rest; seeing no blood, not returning to the sheath, not cutting the enemy, one must not stop. Remember, having unleashed this sword, with the Overlord's sovereignty, there is only forward advance, no lingering!"

Yang Ye smiled faintly, guiding Yang Jun.

As they spoke, Yang Ye picked up the wine jug and again poured wine into his mouth.

Yang Jun, meanwhile, held the Overlord Sword and began to dance.

This practice lasted two hours.

Yang Jun finally stopped, yet also felt his legs and arms go weak.

This seemed even more exhausting than last night's "battles."

However, Yang Jun's feeling at this moment was even more exhilarating.

Such a feeling was indeed splendid.

The might of a single sword could shock heaven and earth!

If it were before, Yang Jun would never dare believe it.

But now, it has let him achieve all this.

This success made him dare not even imagine it in his heart.

As it turned out, his own body still possessed such potential.

On the first day of the wedding, naturally he first offered tea to Prince Pingxi, then returned to the Imperial Palace to offer tea to the emperor and empress.

After tidying up, Yang Jun entered the palace with Yun Xiyue.