Chapter 89 - 74: Rather Be a Concubine
Min Ning suddenly erupted, drawing his blade and stepping forward to slash at Yin Weiyin.
The female crown stood motionless.
Xue Chengdong, who had once ambushed and killed Chen Yi, took a step forward. His longsword was drawn—a three-foot blade, cold and sharp enough to sever hair. It was the renowned Pingtan Ming Sword, with the inscription of Zhuangzi’s words: "Follow the heavens above to align with the three lights."
Min Ning unleashed a Crashing Wind and Cutting Rain slash. The winds around seemed to slow, its might immeasurable, and the gleam of cold light in the air was bone-chilling.
Xue Chengdong, however, merely smiled faintly. Immersed in the Sword Dao for half his life, he had reached the Sixth Rank at age twenty-five, the Fifth Rank at twenty-nine, and at thirty-six, achieved the Fourth Rank. Since reaching the Fourth Rank, he had drawn his sword sparingly, yet none in the capital dared to underestimate him. At the Sixth Rank, he had defeated three martial arts schools in succession, forcing countless prodigious swordsmen to snap their swords and abandon martial arts. Because of this, Prince Jing personally inscribed for him the phrase: "White-robed, Three-Foot Sword!"
As the Crashing Wind and Cutting Rain descended, Xue Chengdong flicked his wrist, drawing a gentle arc that flowed naturally along Min Ning’s fierce strike. With a slight exertion, he dissolved the overwhelming force into nothingness.
This seamless and endless maneuver revealed the vast difference in their realms.
"I’ve seen this move on the river. That Centurion, he used it to kill Huang Liuqing."
With effortless ease, Xue Chengdong deflected the blow and commented with interest:
"That man’s slash was like the rushing rivers overturning seas, converging all his might into one strike. But your slash... immature. You lack strength in its execution, and there’s excessive after-strain in its release."