Chapter 441: The Zhennan Prince's Daughter — Clear Origin Sword Body

Thirty miles outside Heimu Prefecture City, above Luan Shigang.

The cloaked Taiyang Hao silently overlooks the entire situation from high above.

He narrows his eyes, looking toward the valley ahead.

At the valley entrance, a dozen or so corpses lie scattered about, blood staining the ground a dark red. The air is filled with a charred smell, and several trees are still smoking.

"Who is the Red Lotus Sect fighting?" Cheng Feng mutters to himself.

Cheng Feng has been very satisfied with this period of time.

A wife, children, and a warm kang bed.

Days filled with music and song, feeling wonderful.

Bored with the stillness, he came out for a stroll.

After all, even throwing parties at home every day requires a little break.

He had originally intended to sit in his aircraft like a wealthy man from his past life and overlook the local scenery for a while.

As it turned out, while flying the Taiyang Hao around, he bumped into this mess.

Cheng Feng is in no rush to appear, instead sitting steadily on the Taiyang Hao,

letting the Taiyang Hao's holographic projection function play, looking just like he is watching a martial arts film at home.

Cheng Feng murmurs, "I really miss this feeling."

Sounds of fighting drift up from the depths of the valley.

One side consists of Red Lotus Sect members wearing Red Lotus combat attire, led by a bald, bearded old man whose face is slightly pale, yet his aura is as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea.

The other side is smaller in number, only seventeen or eighteen people, wearing standard-issue armor and protecting a figure in their midst.

"People from the Zhennan Wangfu." Cheng Feng recognizes the style of the armor.

He had even crossed swords with people from the Zhennan Wangfu before!

But now, this team from the Zhennan Wangfu is clearly at a disadvantage.

"Liehuo Fawang, you are already severely wounded; will you not surrender?" a guard leader roars.

"Hahaha! Even if I only have half a life left, it is enough to kill you lackeys of the Imperial Court!" The bald old man strikes out with a palm, and a mist of blood explodes from the guard leader's chest as he is sent flying backward.

The guards fall one after another, and the bald man approaches the center with a ferocious grin.

The figure being protected in the center is finally exposed.

Cheng Feng's pupils constrict slightly.

It is a woman in her early twenties, wearing a moon-white long dress with a jade belt around her waist, her long hair pinned up with a silver hairpin.

Even in the face of danger, her back remains straight.

"Little girl, if you know what's good for you, surrender." Liehuo Fawang licks his lips. "This Prince happens to be missing a furnace, and your physique is quite good."

Wang Ji looks at him coldly, her right hand resting on the sword at her waist.

"Just you?"

As soon as she finishes speaking, her figure surges upward, sword light cascading like a waterfall.

Cheng Feng's gaze intensifies.

What a fast sword!

The sword light traces an arc in the air, striking straight at Liehuo Fawang's throat. The sword intent is sharp, carrying a cold and murderous aura.

Liehuo Fawang is greatly alarmed and crosses his palms to block.

Clang!

The sword tip pierces his palm, sparks flying everywhere.

Cheng Feng sees it clearly from the Taiyang Hao; Wang Ji's sword technique is exquisite and her sword intent is awe-inspiring. Despite facing a powerful enemy, she shows no fear, and this courage and strength earn his silent praise.

Liehuo Fawang is forced back several steps by this strike, his expression growing even gloomier. He did not expect this seemingly delicate woman to possess such formidable sword technique. "Hmph, little girl, I underestimated you, but today you still won't escape my grasp."

Having said that, his aura changes abruptly, a scorching heat spreads out, and flames rise upon his palms.

He then forcibly suppresses the injuries in his body, his Gang Qi surging.

The flames in his palms take the form of a dragon beast, the sound shaking the surroundings.

Wang Ji's expression remains unchanged, her sword tip trembling slightly, the cold light on the blade forming a stark contrast with the flames in Liehuo Fawang's palms.

"A wounded Gang Qi Realm expert, do you think you are invincible?

Let me show you the sword technique of my Zhennan Wangfu.

Po Jun Sword Technique—Shadow Follows."

Her figure flashes, the sword light following like a shadow as she attacks Liehuo Fawang.

Liehuo Fawang shouts, waving his palms, the flames like a dragon sweeping toward Wang Ji.

For a moment, flames and sword light intertwine in the valley, heat and cold colliding with a crackling sound.

Wang Ji's movements are light and agile, weaving through the flames with ease, her True Qi sword strikes continuous and unending, each sword carrying sharp killing intent.

Although Liehuo Fawang is severely wounded, he relies on his deep cultivation and scorching flames to block Wang Ji's attacks in time.

However, as time passes, Liehuo Fawang's injuries begin to affect his performance, and his movements gradually slow down.

Wang Ji spots the opportunity, suddenly changing her sword move, the sword light flashing like a meteor to pierce straight at Liehuo Fawang's heart.

Liehuo Fawang is startled, wanting to dodge but it is already too late.

He can only use all his strength to condense his entire Gang Qi onto his palms, meeting Wang Ji's sword.

"Boom!" The sword and palms collide, emitting a loud noise. A powerful shockwave spreads outward from them as the center, causing the surrounding trees to snap one after another.

Wang Ji feels a massive force transmitted to her, her arm going numb, and the sword nearly slipping from her hand.

Her figure sways, and she retreats a few steps. Liehuo Fawang is in an even worse state; he was already severely wounded, and this strike makes his injuries worse, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying unsteadily.

"Now! Go!" Cheng Feng's eyes light up on the Taiyang Hao; he knows this is a good opportunity to strike, and he mutters in encouragement.

As for participating?

Are you kidding? That is a powerhouse of the Hua Gang Realm; why would I risk my life!

Liehuo Fawang's heart was filled with despair.

A tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by dogs.

Since when could a Martial Artist of the True Qi Realm trade blows with me?

But feeling the fluctuations coming from not far away,

the opponent's reinforcements have arrived.

He glared viciously at Wang Ji, "Little wench, you are lucky today, but this Prince will not let you off." Having said that, he turned around and wanted to flee.

How could Wang Ji let him escape easily? Her figure flashed, and she blocked Liehuo Fawang's path. "Want to leave? It's not that easy."

Liehuo Fawang looked at Wang Ji, his anger mixed with laughter: "Hahaha, worthy of being the Zhennan Prince's daughter, of noble imperial blood,

even a Martial Artist of the True Qi Realm wants my life.

Today, I will not flee; come, let us fight.

Before your helpers arrive, let's see who will emerge victorious?"

Having said that, he disregarded everything and headed straight for Wang Ji.

Wang Ji sneered: "I, Zhou Yanran, am not easily intimidated.

Let me show you my trump card."

"Qingyuan Sword Body, activate!"

Following Zhou Yanran's clear shout, a layer of cold radiance suddenly radiated from her entire body; that radiance flowed as if it were tangible, as if isolating her from this mortal world.

Her temperament instantly became transcendent and refined, and her sword intent became sharp to the extreme, as if she herself had transformed into an indestructible Sword.

Liehuo Fawang felt this powerful sword intent and his heart shuddered, but at this moment he was already riding a tiger and could not get off, so he could only brace himself and charge forward. His palms were burning with raging flames, like two scorching suns, as he struck fiercely toward Zhou Yanran.

Zhou Yanran's expression was cold and stern; she swung the Long Sword in her hand, and a brilliant sword light, like a pouring galaxy, slashed toward Liehuo Fawang.

Wherever that sword light passed, the air was sliced, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

"Boom!" The sword light and the flames collided, erupting with an earth-shattering roar.

Powerful energy fluctuations spread wildly in all directions with them at the center; the Shitou in the valley were shaken and flew everywhere, and the trees were even uprooted.

Cheng Feng watched from the Sun-class ship, dumbfounded; the battle of a Hua Gang Realm powerhouse was indeed extraordinary, as even the mere aftermath was this terrifying.

These special effects are incredible.