Chapter 207: Your Palm Can Suppress the Skies, but What About the Vast Seas

Chapter 207: Your Palm Can Suppress the Skies, but What About the Vast Seas

As they watched the fierce aura emanating from the ice-cold swordswoman in the arena, they suddenly remembered something....

There were many people who had not come to attend this Langya Sword Conference. Apart from those who could not be found, had other commitments, or made excuses not to come, the largest group of absentees were those from foreign lands.

People had not forgotten that the top spot on the Ranking of Hidden Dragons had been held by Chi Li for the past two to three years. In fact, the number of foreigners on the Ranking of Hidden Dragons was not lower than the number of those of the Divine Land.

So out of the around 250 hidden dragons, only several dozen had actually come.

The current fourth and fifth were both foreigners and were obviously absent from the hall.

And Xia Chichi was ranked sixth.

In other words, after Wang Zhaoling and Situ Xiao, Xia Chichi was the highest ranked.

With this realization, many people felt that it was quite normal for them not to go forward.

Thus, after waiting for about half the time it would take to make a cup of tea, many people turned their heads to the person on the right of Wang Zhaoling.

The man who was being stared at by everyone sighed and slowly stood up. “Yang Bugui of Hongnong. Please enlighten me, Saintess Xia.”

Yang Bugui was the seventh hidden dragon.

If there was anyone who could be considered to be Xia Chichi’s most suitable opponent among those present, it would undoubtedly be him.

Xia Chichi said calmly, “Why did you wait so long before coming forward?”

Yang Bugui said, “I did not want to compete with you under the premise of a gauntlet. I would have much rather had a proper one-on-one battle between us.”

Zhao Changhe, who was staring at him closely, nodded slightly. Xia Chichi’s pretty face under the mask also showed a hint of a smile. “If you beat me, then that will not be a problem.”

“Indeed,” Yang Bugui said slowly as he raised his sword. “Please enlighten me.”

As soon as his words fell, a blend of blue and white light approached the point in between his eyebrows.

The blue came from her sword, while the white from her clothing. In the incredibly beautiful scene where a person and sword merged into one, he instead felt the terror of death.

Yang Bugui had never experienced such extreme devastation and sharpness in a battle of the same level. Xia Chichi had taken away almost all of the gentleness associated with the White Tiger, opting only for its most extreme killing intent at this moment. Her formidable desire for destruction was worthy of someone from a demonic cult.

In addition, it had to be admitted that she was genuinely powerful. Yang Bugui knew that he could not block this sword strike. With such overwhelming destructive power, even if he parried it with his sword, the momentum would still lead it to graze his throat.

He suddenly dodged out of the way while simultaneously pointing his sword at Xia Chichi’s mask.

The sharp gaze under the mask was resolute and unyielding.

Yang Bugui’s heart skipped a beat, realizing that he was in trouble.

Swish!

Iceheart streaked across Yang Bugui’s chest, and blood splattered.

The mask was split into two, with several strands of hair flying in the air. The stunning face beneath the tiger mask was slowly revealed.

Zhao Changhe suddenly stood up.

Yang Bugui clutched the wound on his chest and said in a hoarse voice, “I underestimated Miss Xia’s determination to battle. I accept my defeat, and I am in utter admiration of you.”

Xia Chichi held the hilt of her sword and cupped her fist in acknowledgment.

Finally, someone found themselves having a hard time understanding what happened and asked Wang Zhaoling: “What’s going on? Why couldn’t he even handle a single strike?”

Wang Zhaoling silently looked at Xia Chichi’s breathtaking beauty and responded in a low voice, “Brother Yang’s move was quite conventional as a counterattack. After all, this was just a friendly match. As long as his opponent did not intend to fight to the death, they would naturally evade. As such, he expected to be able to break through her sharp and relentless sword art with such a move. However, Saintess Xia... intended to end the fight quickly and decisively to avoid any excess consumption of her energy. She thus chose to rely on the protective effect of her specially made mask to forcefully withstand his counterattack, aiming to defeat her opponent in a single move. Brother Yang underestimated her determination to win, leading to his defeat.”

Everyone gasped in shock, their gaze toward Xia Chichi changing slightly.

First it had been Situ Xiao and Zhao Changhe, then Xia Chichi and Yang Bugui, and now Xia Chichi and Wang Zhaoling.

The splendor of the divine land’s hidden dragons shone brightly in this past half an hour, igniting the passion and enthusiasm of countless peers. At this moment, no one cared about victory or face anymore, they just wanted to fight!

Everyone except Zhao Changhe.

He tightly gripped the hilt of his saber, his gaze fixed on Wang Zhaoling’s palm, afraid that he might not be able to catch the next strike....

Wang Zhaoling leaped over, towering above, his palm striking down toward Xia Chichi, who was propped on the ground.

Xia Chichi raised her head fiercely, her long sword swirling upward like a dragon. Sword qi surged like a tsunami, surging toward the sky.

Your palm can suppress the skies, but what about the vast seas?

The sword qi suddenly spiraled, surging upward. The onlookers seemed to see an azure dragon bursting out from the towering waves, its head soaring into the sky with a resounding roar.

The Azure Dragon raised its head!

She was not only the White Tiger Saintess, but also the successor of the Azure Dragon!

Boom!

The sword qi pierced into the palm wind, emitting an ear-piercing whistle.

Then, the fierce wind scattered, dispersing in all directions. Xia Chichi whirled and fell backward, and she suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

A hand suddenly supported her back, dissipating the force. It allowed her to gently fall back four or five steps, completely eliminating the qi surrounding her.

Xia Chichi did not turn back, but a smile unconsciously formed on her lips.

Without having to look back, she knew that it could only be Zhao Changhe. Logically speaking, he should not have interfered in this match, but Xia Chichi did not blame him for meddling. She knew that without his help, she would not have been able to dispel the qi and would have suffered internal injuries.

His sight was sharp, and he had a clear grasp of the situation of the battle, but he could not bear to see her getting hurt. He did not want her to suffer any hidden injuries.

Compared to his dear wife, what did victory or defeat matter?

Wang Zhaoling did not pursue further. He looked down at the faint bloodstain in his palm and said softly, “You really managed to hurt me. Fighting you bare-handed was indeed a bit too presumptuous of me.... Your reputation is well-deserved.”

As Zhao Changhe backed away with Xia Chichi, he replied directly, “You’re truly skilled. I shall concede on behalf of Chichi.”

Intervening was against the rules, but as long as they conceded, it would not be an issue.

The corners of Xia Chichi’s mouth twitched, but she did not refute it. Instead, she simply allowed him to arrange things as he wished, looking somewhat like a submissive wife.

The onlookers’ eyes widened.

Weren’t you the very definition of a cold swordswoman just now? What in the world happened to you?

Wang Zhaoling also felt a bit amused and dumbfounded. “You withstood all the force that would have struck her, and not even a strand of her hair was harmed. If anything, it was my hand that suffered quite a bit, yet you look at me as if I beat up your wife.”

Zhao Changhe: “...”

“So, Brother Zhao, do you intend to fight on her behalf and participate in the competition?”

Xia Chichi was afraid that Zhao Changhe would actually impulsively join in, so she hurriedly said, “We’re competing based on the number of victories, not an elimination system, right? Why should I stop just because I lost one match? I can carry on!”

“Big sis, why don’t you take a break?” A voice came from the side, the speaker sounding as if she struggled to mutter the words she said.

Everyone turned to look and saw that it was Cui Yuanyang, whose cheeks were puffed from eating. She barely managed to swallow the last bite of pastry, and then said, “I almost choked to death...”

Everyone was speechless.

But then Cui Yuanyang stood up, and stretched her joints a little before lightly jumping forward. “I, Cui Yuanyang of Qinghe, would like to challenge the heroes of the world.”