Chapter 143 A Single Strike (1/2)

Chu Zhuen kneeled on the floor, his clothes fully drenched in sweat, his eyes open widely as his body trembling in fright...

A single word escaped his mouth; ”Im-impossible...”

Mo Xie looked at Chu Zhuen and spoke; ”Kid, if you dare step on the streets, never be afraid for your feet to be dirtied, else, you will be like a flask full of air.”

Hearing Mo Xie's words, veins started to bulge out, never the less, he couldn't move an inch from his spot.

Seeing that Chu Zhuen has nothing more to say, Mo Xie's right hand opens as he gathers his comprehension towards it, displaying sword intent.

”My Prince!!!” Chu Zhuen's retainers immediately dash forward, trying to make it up to Chu Zhuen, but sadly, Mo Xie's hand is only a swing away from Chu Zhuen's neck.

The Sword Emperor was about to move, but Aiqing stopped him again: ”Don't worry, he has so many guards, your intervention isn't even necessary.”

The Sword Emperor chuckles, but never the less, even if it is Aiqing or whoever blocks his path, it will be nothing but trivial to him.

The Sword Emperor looked at Aiqing apologetically before vanishing from his spot. He really took a liking towards Aiqing, after all, she resembles his late granddaughter. But keeping the peace is the Sword Emperor's priority.

Aiqing merely chuckles, with a wave of her hand, she summoned a fire barrier about ten meters wide around her and her mother, Shang Ting.

The Sword Emperor was caught by surprise, his technique suddenly vanished as he appeared, he looked at Aiqing in shock.

Aiqing chuckles: ”I may be a fire path cultivator, but that doesn't mean that I`ll lose out when it comes to speed.”

After Aiqing finished speaking, she wrapped her feet with flames and rushed towards the Sword Emperor.

The Sword Emperor didn't have a choice, he didn't want to harm even a hair on Aiqing's head, what can he do but merely be pushed; ”Oh little apple, I merely wish to save your father from future troubles, let me.”

Aiqing chuckles: ”That is for my mother to decide, not yours though.”

Hearing Aiqing's words, the Sword Emperor knew he couldn't change this little lad's mind: ”I'm sorry for what I`m about to do.”

The sword emperor vanished again, this time, appearing behind Aiqing as he tried to use his hand to make the latter unconscious.

”Flame Regalia!”

Aiqing's voice sounded, immediately, a sigil like flames appeared between her and the Sword Emperor, pushing the latter a few meters away.

Aiqing chuckles: ”You see, if you really wish to make me unconscious, you`ll need to at least dry me off of my Spiritual Energy.”

The Sword Emperor felt speechless, he couldn't help but smile; ”Then so be it.”

Mo Xie's hand is almost at Chu Zhuen's neck, the latter's retainers are still a few meters away and nobody can stop this event.

But out of nowhere, a voice sounded.

”Husband...”

Mo Xie's descending hand halts, his gaze moves towards a firewall, staring at his lovely wife, Shang Ting is smiling at him and spoke: ”That's enough.”

Clearly, Shang Ting doesn't want to have Mo Xie dye his hands with blood, especially when they had just only recently reunited.

Mo Xie's expression softens, his deadlock scary face vanishes as his lips slowly form a smile, he nods at her removing his Sword Intent simultaneously.

He then looked at Chu Zhuen; ”Consider yourself spared, make sure to use your second life for the best...”

”And try not to offend those that you can never dream of even defeating.”

These words echoed in Chu Zhuen's ears, he didn't even dare to look at Mo Xie as he trembles in fear, he could only utter some words; ”Demonic Technique...”

”Prince!”

”My Prince!”

At this moment, Chu Zhuen's retainers arrive, assisting Chu Zhuen's up, but the latter refuses to budge and spoke: ”He... He used a demonic technique to suppress my Spiritual Energy!”

The elders by Chu Zhuen's side looked at each other, after a while, all of them shook their head.

Chu Zhuen's strongest elder spoke; ”My prince, you are still inexperienced, he merely targeted you with his killing intent and murderous aura. Both of this creates illusions of myriads of blood, showing you the amount of experience he had in battle, the number of people that had dyed his hands red.”

Staring for the last time at Chu Zhuen's pitiful state, Mo Xie moves towards Shang Ting: ”Aiqing, stop playing and follow me and your mother.”

”Murderous aura... Killing intent...” Chu Zhuen uttered as his complexion slowly changes.

The elder saw Chu Zhuen's fighting spirit soaring again, previously, they couldn't do a thing due to the Sword Emperor pressuring them, but as soon as the Sword Emperor entered sparring with Aiqing, the pressure immediately vanishes.

But right now, Chu Zhuen's not in any condition to fight; ”My prince, do not do anything rashly, your soul has been shaken and you wouldn't be able to use your Spiritual Energy!”

The Elder warned as he grabs ahold of Chu Zhuen's arm.

Chu Zhuen glared at Mo Xie, remembering the humiliation he suffered from him, he couldn't contain his anger, his rage anymore; ”Even without Spiritual Energy, I am a strength path cultivator, I can squash you like a bug!”