CHAPTER 703: CHAPTER 570: FENG XUN’S STRIKE

Chen Mu had no idea that Ye Lingyue had set her sights on the Kaijiang Prince Manor long ago.

Back then, with the Chen siblings from the Taiyi Secret Realm and then with Chen Minzhi, Ye Lingyue had absolutely no fondness for the Kaijiang Prince Manor to speak of, let alone for this Chen Mu, who deemed himself above others, clearly looking down on Feng Xun with disdain.

Her man—she wouldn’t even bear to bully him, yet this man was truly inviting death by seeking light in an outhouse!

"Princely Heir Chen, are you ready? If you’re scared, should I have Prince Feng find a Sword Slave to replace you?" Ye Lingyue blinked her eyes.

Chen Mu stared at Ye Lingyue’s face, which was like flawless white jade, pure yet with a touch of charm, and his mind wavered.

"Yue Marquis really loves to joke. How could Chen possibly be afraid? Rest assured, I can handle an Earth-grade Spiritual Artifact without a problem. But, Yue Marquis, please don’t hurt your hand, Chen would truly feel distressed."

With that comment from Chen Mu, countless young girls’ hearts shattered.

Feng Xun’s eyes darkened—this Chen Mu actually dared to flirt with his woman.

"Yue Marquis, Princely Heir Chen is not wrong. How about I do this blade test on his behalf?" said Feng Xun as he stepped forward.

Emperor Beiqing saw this and was about to stop him.

Chen Mu, intending to make Feng Xun look foolish, was unwilling to let him off the hook.

"Prince Feng is right, wielding a blade is a man’s matter. Once known far and wide, General Lan boasted great renown, and as his descendant, Prince Feng, even if frail, surely could not fail to lift even a single blade."

Feng Xun had already taken the Ba Feng Blade and signaled Ye Lingyue to step aside.

"Feng Xun, don’t be impulsive," Cong Lv was somewhat worried about Feng Xun.

"Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing," Feng Xun said with a smile, then said no more.

All one could see was Feng Xun’s eyes slightly lowered, the light in them somewhat dimmed, his fingers somewhat pale, and his arms slightly trembling—it seemed as if he was struggling to bear the weight of the Ba Feng Blade.

Chen Mu sneered inwardly.

That sickly Feng Xun was indeed earnest; to win some pride in front of a beauty, he was willing to risk his life.

The Ba Feng Blade was an Earth-grade Spiritual Artifact; not everyone could handle such a level of Spiritual Artifact, and if one weren’t careful, it could backfire, easily resulting in broken limbs.

"Prince Feng, just strike with your blade. Rest assured, Chen will certainly neither dodge nor retreat."

Anyone with clear eyes could tell that Chen Mu’s words were mocking Feng Xun.

Emperor Beiqing’s expression tensed, greatly dissatisfied with Chen Mu.

Chen Mu was indeed acting too brazenly, really thinking that with the support of the Hunyuan Sect, he could humiliate Feng Xun so readily.

"Then thank you for your consideration, Princely Heir Chen," Feng Xun said. Then suddenly, he raised his blade without mercy and chopped directly in front of Chen Mu.

Chen Mu simply curled his lips, completely disregarding Feng Xun’s attack.

But just at that moment, Chen Mu suddenly noticed an exuberant smile blossoming on Feng Xun’s face, filled with a dangerous aura.

In his beautiful phoenix eyes, there emerged a tempest-like murderous intent.

The air instantly warped.

Chen Mu’s mind stirred, realizing what was happening, but it was already too late.

The Ba Feng Blade was exceptionally fierce, carrying a violent force, swift as a startled swan. The blade had not yet struck, and the blade itself had already projected nine shadows, each shadow like a ferocious tiger, extremely fast.

Chen Mu felt a tingling in his scalp and subconsciously wanted to back away, but it was too late; he couldn’t muster any additional strength, and his legs suddenly went weak, causing him to fall unceremoniously to the ground.

As Chen Mu sat on the ground.

"That is!" Emperor Beiqing abruptly stood up, while dead silence pervaded the arena. "Imperial Blade!"

The veteran ministers of Beiqing recognized it at a glance. The sword strike that Feng Xun had just executed was the ultimate skill that Beiqing War God Feng Lan was most proud of, the Second-tier Martial Art Imperial Blade.

While everyone was still immersed in their astonishment, an even more surprising scene unfolded.

The Ba Feng Blade in Feng Xun’s hand had suddenly broken into three pieces.

Cong Lv was dumbfounded; his sword, it truly broke?

Looking back to the ground, Chen Mu still sat there, dazed, as Feng Xun’s last strike had hit him right in the shoulder.

Apart from falling to the ground and looking somewhat pale, Chen Mu was completely unharmed.

"Prince Feng’s swordsmanship is indeed impressive, living up to General Feng Lan’s famed ultimate skill, capable of such terrifying deterrent power without using a bit of Primordial Power." Suddenly, someone began clapping and laughing next to them; it was King Kaijiang, Chen Tuo.

"King Kaijiang flatters me. I’ve only seen my father use it once when I was a child. The power is less than one-tenth of my father’s in his prime. Today, I was just itching to try and hence showed my modest skills," Feng Xun said with a smile.

King Kaijiang Chen Tuo’s face couldn’t help but twitch.

Only one-tenth of the power had made his beloved son Chen Mu embarrassedly sit down on the ground, implying that Feng Lan’s Martial Arts were much stronger than those of Kaijiang Prince Manor.

Chen Mu finally came to his senses, quickly standing up with a face filled with embarrassment.

He too had been stunned earlier, Feng Xun’s sword strike arrived incredibly fast, and he didn’t even have time to react.

Luckily, he was wearing a purple robe, otherwise, he might have really been injured by the Feng Family’s Ba Feng Blade.

To deflect an attack with a regular Spiritual Artifact was impressive enough, but to also break the attacking Spiritual Artifact, this purple robe really wasn’t an ordinary Spirit Robe.

Chen Mu was full of emotion, as he looked at the broken Ba Feng Blade, then lowered his head to glance at the purple robe he was wearing. Upon this look, Chen Mu was stunned.

By now, others also noticed the change in the purple robe on Chen Mu’s body.

The originally unremarkable purple robe, after withstanding Feng Xun’s strike and shattering the Ba Feng Blade, had undergone a change.

"Is that? Is that a dragon?"

Everyone’s gaze fell upon the purple robe, only to see that a golden Flying Dragon had appeared on the previously patternless robe.

The dragon meandered on the robe lifelike, as if a living creature, revealing itself to be a genuine Qiankun Purple Dragon Robe.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty for acquiring such a treasure!"

Upon seeing this, Chen Mu was shocked and quickly took off the Qiankun Purple Dragon Robe, presenting it respectfully.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty for acquiring such a treasure!"

A thunderous chorus of congratulations echoed through the Chuyun Palace.

Tonight, the ministers had seen countless gifts, but the one from Daxia Yue Marquis, due to the involvement of Prince Feng and Heir Chen, left a particularly profound impression. Indisputably, it also made Ye Lingyue’s gift the most precious one.

Emperor Beiqing too was greatly shaken inside; she never imagined that the purple robe offered by Ye Lingyue would be so ingeniously remarkable.

"Yue Marquis truly is ingenious. Just for this thoughtfulness alone, We must reward you. Speak, what reward would you like?"

Saying so, Emperor Beiqing fixed her gaze solemnly on Ye Lingyue.

Xue Pianran instantly tensed her fingers, fearing that Ye Lingyue would seize this opportunity to make an unreasonable demand.

"Your Majesty, I wish for the permanent governance rights over the territory north of Purple Bamboo Ridge," Ye Lingyue pondered for a moment before speaking out loud.