I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 557: Nie Xiuyuan: What skill is there for a Saintess to bully juniors?
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Chapter 557: Nie Xiuyuan: What skill is there for a Saintess to bully juniors?
"Who came out on top?"
The surrounding spectators shifted their attention toward the heavens, waiting for the turbulent aftershocks to fade away.
After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the sky finally cleared.
Wang Baole hovered in the air, gripping his firewood knife, while Hong Shijie stood opposite him, her long sword still leveled in his direction.
At first glance, neither of them seemed to have sustained any harm.
However, a moment later, a thin trail of blood seeped from the corner of Hong Shijie’s mouth. This sight sent a wave of panic through the female disciples of the Heartless Palace who were watching.
"Hong Shijie!"
"Shijie, are you injured?"
"..."
Hong Shijie slowly lifted her hand to indicate she was alright. She then spoke: "You have actually mastered two True Meanings."
"That is correct."
Wang Baole replied with a grin: "It is truly impressive that you could withstand my Blade Intent and walk away with such a minor wound. However, I didn’t use my full power just now. I wonder if you can survive my next strike."
Hong Shijie’s brow furrowed slightly at his words. Although her injuries weren't severe, she had become cautious after Wang Baole’s last attack. This man was indeed a disciple of the Qiankun Great Sage; his strength was truly remarkable.
Should they continue this duel, it would likely end in a mutual destruction where both sides suffered.
She hadn't traveled here merely to show off her martial prowess, but to find further opportunities to increase her Cultivation.
In that instant, she considered retreating.
Yet, the man before her looked ready to fight to the death, putting her in a difficult position.
"What, are you afraid?"
Seeing her silence, Wang Baole continued his provocation: "If you’re scared, just admit defeat and let my two wives deal with you instead."
"Hmph!"
Hong Shijie let out a cold snort: "Disciples of my Heartless Palace will never bow to anyone. If you want to fight, then fight."
Before her voice could fade, a powerful, majestic voice echoed from the sky.
"Well said!"
"The disciples of my Heartless Palace are second to none. Young man, if you think you are qualified to humiliate our Sect, you are sadly mistaken."
The arrival of this voice caused various reactions among the crowd.
The Heartless Palace disciples were filled with joy and excitement.
The girl in the green skirt even cried out: "Master is here!"
The nearby onlookers were stunned, their eyes searching for the source of the sound.
In contrast, the faces of the Wendao Academy disciples turned pale. The Heartless Palace Saintess was a Great Sage!
Among the Wendao Academy disciples currently at North Jade Mountain, there was no one capable of matching her.
If a conflict erupted, the academy disciples would be at a severe disadvantage.
While everyone was filled with dread, an elegant figure descended through the air.
The moment she appeared, a crushing pressure fell from the heavens, causing the hearts of the Wendao Academy disciples to shake with terror.
Even Wang Baole took on a grim expression in the face of the Heartless Palace Saintess, his grip on his knife nearly faltering.
"Why not speaking anymore?"
The Heartless Palace Saintess gazed at Wang Baole with indifference and asked coldly.
Just as Wang Baole prepared to reply, a relaxed, lazy voice drifted over from the horizon.
"Fellow Daoist Leng, you are a cultivator of the older generation, after all. Bullying a group of juniors is beneath your status. If you wish to fight with my Wendao Academy disciples, I can fight you instead."
Hiss...
The crowd gasped collectively upon hearing this, turning their gazes toward the new arrival.
They saw a refined man approaching through the air at a leisurely pace, a wine gourd in his left hand and a long sword in his right.
Many among the crowd recognized him instantly as Nie Xiuyuan.
"It’s him, Nie Xiuyuan from Wendao Academy."
"Is that the Green Offense King?"
"How dare you say that, kid? Do you want your nation destroyed as well?"
The female disciples of the Heartless Palace listened to the chatter, their faces twisted with disdain as they looked at Nie Xiuyuan.
To them, this fellow was simply trying to use this moment to gain fame; even if he were defeated, he wouldn't really lose anything.
The idea of Nie Xiuyuan actually winning was completely impossible in their minds.
"Just you?"
The Heartless Palace Saintess looked at Nie Xiuyuan with pure contempt.
"Indeed."
Nie Xiuyuan was unbothered by her gaze. Before he had met his master, he had endured all sorts of hardships and mockery.
There was nothing left in this world that could wound his spirit, and it was through this realization that he had grasped the True Meaning of Carefreedom.
"You are courting death!"
The Saintess's voice was freezing, and a long sword had already manifested in her hand.
Nie Xiuyuan casually spun his wine gourd and smiled: "If Fellow Daoist Leng has the skill, you are welcome to take my head at any time."
"Good, I will grant your wish."
The Heartless Palace Saintess had originally only intended to force the Wendao Academy disciples to submit, but now it appeared she would have to kill someone to make her point.
Clang!
With a sharp, ringing sound, a divine sword was drawn from its scabbard.
A watery light flowed over the blade in the Saintess’s hand, shimmering brilliantly under the light of the setting sun.
"The Autumn Water Divine Sword!"
"I never expected Saintess Leng to have drawn Autumn Water, one of the four legendary swords of the Heartless Palace, and to have gained its recognition. She truly is the greatest talent the Sect has seen in ten thousand years."
"..."
While the crowd was still in awe of the divine weapon and the Saintess’s brilliance, she had already struck.
It was a seemingly simple thrust, yet it carried the profound True Meaning of the Sword Dao.
In response, Nie Xiuyuan left his sword in its sheath. He used two fingers from the hand holding his wine gourd to point, and a surge of sword Qi erupted from his fingertips.
Boom!!!
A massive explosion rang out as the two forces of sword energy clashed in mid-air before dissolving into the atmosphere.
Nie Xiuyuan took a gulp of his wine and smiled: "Fellow Daoist Leng, if this is the extent of your skill, then there is no point in continuing this."
"You have also comprehended the True Meaning of the Sword Dao?"
The scorn on Leng Qingqiu’s face vanished, replaced by a look of gravity. She wasn't frightened of Nie Xiuyuan, but she was wary of the Qiankun Great Sage.
That man was a monster to have produced three disciples who all mastered the True Meaning of the Great Dao while still in the Nirvana Realm. If this persisted, every other Sacred Land would have to hide from the brilliance of Wendao Academy in this generation.
Nie Xiuyuan laughed: "I am, after all, a disciple of my master. While I might not equal my senior brothers Xiao Chen and You Qian, I am certainly not ordinary."
As the saying goes, the speaker may be casual, but the listener is attentive.
After those words, the way the onlookers viewed Nie Xiuyuan shifted entirely.
This man was actually this powerful; it was no wonder he had the confidence to suppress the experts of the North Abyss Sacred Dynasty and challenge the Saintess herself.
They wondered now just how deep his strength went and if he could truly hold his own against her.
Leng Qingqiu said solemnly: "Very well. This way, no one can claim this Saintess is a bully. However, I will no longer hold back as I did just now."
Nie Xiuyuan replied: "I couldn't ask for more."
The moment they finished speaking, their powerful auras erupted. Two massive Dharma Phases instantly covered the surrounding miles.
The great battle was ready to commence.