151 Chapter 151 Half a Piece of Shirt Sleeve (2/2)

The wind surged in all directions, saber energy shooting all around, sword energy slashing horizontally and vertically, extinguishing the flames of the campfire.

The sky had slowly turned bright, the sunlight shone down from the east through the clouds, and the glow of the weapons was ever more eye-catching.

Just as the saber and sword auras climbed and ballooned to their maximum and became more and more intense, Hu Qianqiu gave out a regretful sigh. ”Prince's internal energy is becoming chaotic, why not he decide it in this stroke?”

”Okay!”

Vital energy was charging about within Zong Shou's chest and he was unable to speak further, giving only a simple reply. His sword glow exploded, an electric light shining and thousands of illusions appearing, sweeping outwards. This time it was a different style, unafraid of clashing with Hu Qianqiu's Tiger King Saber. All the power was focused and gathered. When the saber and sword clashed, it instantly exploded.

Those saber shadows and sword glows instantly became several times faster, so fast that it exceeded one's perception, difficult to discern.

Zong Shou's sword was like a blooming cereus, opening to its most eye-catching period before starting to fade.

Ding!

A piercing ring shook one's ears as Zong Shou flew backwards. He had lost all of his energy and was unable to support himself anymore. Shaking and wobbling, barely holding his sword, he stabbed it into the ground to prevent himself from collapsing. At the corner of his lips, some fresh blood seeped out.

However, his eyes showed no sense of pain, only the satisfaction of one going all out in a battle.

Hu Qianqiu stood solemnly with his saber by his side. He seemed to be stunned as he looked at the sleeve on his right hand.

The crowd didn't know what was up until they saw a piece of clothing slowly breaking apart and drifting to the ground.

In that instant, the area around the two carriages was deadly silent. Everyone kept quiet, like they had lost their ability to speak.

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Only when tens of breaths had passed did Hu Qianqiu suddenly laugh out crazily, filled with excitement and happiness. ”I lost, what a good loss! The battle today is so enjoyable, how amazing! It seems like I still underestimated the Prince. Is this your sword? It is totally unparalleled. After ten years, no, you only need seven, and your sword will be invincible!”

When he said that, Hu Qianqiu's saber swept out. That saber was sudden to the maximum, before one could even blink that thousand feet of saber energy had arrived beside Zong Ling.

It brushed the body of Zong Ling before sweeping behind him at Feng Xiao and the other Xiantian experts that were retreating, striking them with a saber.

Blood splattered all about and gore flew. Instantly half of Zong Ling's body was dyed red. He didn't dare to move, his eyes were devoid of life as he looked stunned into the distance, not daring to wipe it away.

”You really know how to grasp the chance! In front of me, you still want to escape? Do you dare to behave arrogantly in front of me again?”

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Zhongyuan's eyelids twitched and he didn't try to persuade his father otherwise. For the last three months,his father had a lot of pent-up frustration, and had suppressed his anger several times back in Gantian Mountain. This time he knew he didn't need to bear it anymore and exploded immediately. Naturally he was unrestrained and could do anything.

Their Iron Tiger race needed the heads of these few people to express their loyalty in front of the Prince.

If one had to blame something, one could only blame Zong Ling for having bad luck. The current Hu Qianqiu was like a human tornado, even his son didn't dare anger him.

Speaking of which, this Zong Shi and Zong Ling really deserved a lot of hate. They didn't have the skill, so why were they trying to seize the throne?

Like their Prince, who was obviously skilled in the sword, unparalleled in the world, but knew how to be low profile. But he was a little too low profile...

Just as he thought about that, Hu Zhongyuan saw a cold gaze look over. It was Hu Qianqiu. He couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine and his mood sank. He knew that his father was really violent, and he definitely could feel a beating coming on the way.

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Zong Yuan lay flat on the ground, his eyes showing his glee, like he knew this would happen.

That Zong Ling was probably crying inside. Who was the fool out of all of them?

However, Zong Yuan didn't gloat; he had just comprehended some martial intents that he needed to think back on carefully.

When Zong Shou returned, he would most probably die...

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Xuanyuan Yiren, on the other hand, was standing on the peak, totally stunned, her jade hands tightly clenched.

He won, he could actually beat Hu Qianqiu by half a stroke. Even if the latter restricted most of his true strength to less than that of Martial Ancestor to fight him, his attainments in the martial path were there and real...