Chapter 1597

Boom—boom—boom… The two sides collided.

The shockwave erupted like an oceanic tide, sweeping across all eight directions and the six realms.

Ximen Wudi smashed the flying sword summoned by the Zhao family's old matriarch with a single claw swipe.

Then he slapped his palm against the old matriarch's chest.

Crack—crack—crack…

The sound of snapping bones echoed through the heavens; all of the Zhao family's old matriarch's ribs shattered.

Ximen Wudi reached out and drew in; the jade bracelet on the Zhao family's old matriarch's wrist was instantly pulled toward him.

Ximen Wudi flicked his finger.

The jade bracelet exploded instantly.

A glow surged forth, forming into a formation disc.

Ximen Wudi tapped his finger once.

The formation disc hovered in midair, radiating an overwhelming surge of energy.

That terrifying energy fluctuation caused the surrounding cultivators to turn pale.

Ximen Wudi gripped the formation disc and pressed it down upon the Zhao family's old matriarch, aiming to suppress her with it.

The Zhao family's old matriarch struggled to break free—but failed, for Ximen Wudi's methods were simply too formidable; even in her prime, she could never have matched him.

Moreover,

she was now severely wounded?

Thus, the Zhao family's old matriarch was instantly immobilized by Ximen Wudi.

"How dare you suppress me? Do you know the consequences of such an act?"

The Zhao family's old matriarch roared in fury.

"Suppress you? What's there to fear?"

Ximen Wudi said coldly.

Then,

he swung his palm hard across the Zhao family's old matriarch's face.

Slap!

With the sharp crack of the slap ringing out,

five bright red finger marks instantly appeared on the old matriarch's left cheek.

"You… you bastard! How dare you humiliate me? Do you want to die?"

The Zhao family's old matriarch's rage boiled over; her venomous gaze locked onto Ximen Wudi, as if she wished to devour him whole.

Ximen Wudi's expression remained indifferent; he raised his right foot and kicked the Zhao family's old matriarch in the abdomen.

Thud.

A dull collision sound rang out abruptly.

The Zhao family's old matriarch was kicked flying by Ximen Wudi's kick.

Wah.

She involuntarily spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

Ximen Wudi surged forward again toward the Zhao family's old matriarch; his speed was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he caught up to her as she tumbled onto the street.

Ximen Wudi struck her again with a punch.

Puff.

A tearing sound ripped through the air.

Ximen Wudi tore open the Zhao family's old matriarch's clothing, exposing her pale skin; the expanse of snowy flesh radiated a seductive allure.

"Lecher! Stop!"

Suddenly,

a cold voice came from afar.

A woman hurried over.

The woman had exquisite features.

Zhao Zirou's message

Wearing a purple long dress.

"Ah, so Miss Zhao has arrived!"

Ximen Wudi halted, gazing at the beautiful purple-clad woman with a half-smile.

The purple-clad woman was none other than Zhao Zirou, the Zhao family's daughter.

Over the years, Zhao Zirou had remained in the Bei Xuan Ancient Kingdom's Zhao family, but Ximen Wudi had never met her—hence why he had asked the Zhao family's old matriarch about Zhao Zirou's whereabouts.

The world is truly small; he never expected to encounter Zhao Zirou, an old acquaintance.

Ximen Wudi couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

"Ximen Wudi! How dare you bully our Laozu…"

Zhao Zirou cursed bitterly.

For years, she had studied commerce under her father Yang Qingshan, and so the Zhao family's old matriarch treated her like Sun Nu.

Zhao Zirou was also deeply filial.

Now that she saw Ximen Wudi daring to bully the Zhao family's old matriarch, how could Zhao Zirou possibly let it slide?

"So what if I bullied her?"

Ximen Wudi sneered, paying no heed to Zhao Zirou.

Although Zhao Zirou is very beautiful.

But Ximen Wudi has seen countless beautiful women.

Moreover, he has seen far too many women as beautiful as Zhao Zirou—so many he cannot even count them.

Therefore, Ximen Wudi has no interest whatsoever in Zhao Zirou.

"You dare to be so audacious! I will report you to the imperial family and have you executed!"

Zhao Zirou cried out in fury.

Ximen Wudi sneered, "Didn't your grandmother Zhao Tianxiong just now want to kill me?"

After hearing Ximen Wudi's mockery, Zhao Zirou's face turned ashen; she raged, "You not only insult the Zhao family—you humiliate my mother! Today, I will not spare you!"

Ximen Wudi scoffed, "You're just a greenhorn girl—do you even represent the entire Zhao family?"

"Hmph… I am a princess, personally granted the title by the late emperor…"

Zhao Zirou said haughtily.

Ximen Wudi raised an eyebrow.

Princess?

That title is not insignificant—so Zhao Zirou is actually a princess?

Ximen Wudi sneered, "Are you certain you're a princess? Do you even have the authority to be granted such a title? Don't forget—you're only a concubine-born!"

Zhao Zirou's expression flickered slightly; in truth, Ximen Wudi was right—Zhao Zirou was not a direct heir of the Zhao family.

Zhao Zirou's grandfather, Zhao Tianxiong, was a Saint King, and he had only three sons and two daughters.

After his eldest son, Gongsun Hengyang, and second son, Zhao Tianhai, died,

Zhao Tianxiong began considering transferring the princess title to his youngest son, Zhao Hengxuan.

But Zhao Hengxuan refused the matter.

Eventually, the matter was put on hold.

Meanwhile, the Zhao family's eldest son, Zhao Yuanzhou, became a prince, while Zhao Zirou was granted the title of princess.

Of course, these were all internal Zhao family affairs—outsiders knew nothing of them.

So when Ximen Wudi mentioned Zhao Zirou was not a true princess,

it instantly humiliated her beyond endurance.

She coldly said, "What is my status to you, a worthless fool? Today, I shall take your life as an example—to show the world the fate of those who dare humiliate this princess!"

As she spoke, Zhao Zirou immediately summoned her artifact and slashed toward Ximen Wudi—her artifact was a silver battle spear.

It was a quasi-immortal artifact.