Jiang Qingyi thrust out her sword, aiming directly at Xiao Jing's heart.

Xiao Han snorted coldly and punched toward the tip of Jiang Qingyi's sword.

The Grass Character Sword Formula was extremely fierce, combined with the cold qi from the Xuanshuang longsword, yet it still couldn't break through his fist.

The tremendous force of the punch sent Jiang Qingyi flying and crashing to the ground.

Jiang Qingyi wiped the fresh blood from the corner of her mouth.

When Jiang Qingyi stood up, Xiao Han's fist came smashing down toward her again. She could only use the Cloud Treading Step to retreat.

Where Jiang Qingyi had just been standing, a deep pit had been smashed into the ground.

Feeling the force of his punches, Jiang Qingyi frowned, knowing she couldn't underestimate her opponent.

This double-pupiled Golden Core realm cultivator's quality was comparable to her own, perhaps even stronger by two points.

However, this double-pupiled youth had relatively little combat experience.

After creating distance, Jiang Qingyi made a flourish with her sword. Frosty sword qi continuously spread around her, forming one ice sword after another.

"Fall!"

Following Jiang Qingyi's command, the ice swords stabbed down toward Xiao Han like torrential rain.

"With such petty tricks, you dare cause trouble in my Prince's mansion?"

Xiao Han didn't take Jiang Qingyi seriously at all.

Or rather, ever since Xiao Han began cultivating, he had never taken anyone seriously.

He had never lost!

The fist technique he practiced was called the Mountain-Shaking Fist, which required that kind of youthful arrogance.

The more he won, the stronger his spirit became.

The stronger his spirit, the greater the power of his fists.

The Mountain-Shaking Fist struck out, and the fist qi destroyed these ice swords into ice fragments floating in the air, reflecting the sunlight.

"Die!"

Xiao Han fiercely threw out a punch.

A golden fist imprint blasted toward Jiang Qingyi.

Jiang Qingyi dodged to the side and raised the Xuanshuang longsword vertically.

She cut her fingertip and smeared the fresh blood on the sword blade.

Suddenly, Jiang Qingyi held the longsword in reverse grip and plummeted straight down from the air.

"Boom!"

Jiang Qingyi thrust the longsword into the ground, and ripples of spiritual power scattered outward.

With the longsword as the center, the entire front courtyard of the Xiao mansion was covered with a layer of ice.

However, this ice was red, as if red crystal had been crushed and mixed into black ice.

Red ice spikes emerged from the ground, and Xiao Han kept retreating.

Wherever he stepped, ice spikes would emerge from that spot.

"Oh no!"

Suddenly, Xiao Han seemed to realize something, but it was too late.

Jiang Qingyi, who had been prepared all along, formed hand seals. Several ice pillars instantly emerged, restricting Xiao Han's movements.

Xiao Jing on the other side was also bound by a cage of black ice.

"Xiao Jing, I want you to watch your son die before your very eyes."

Jiang Qingyi threw her longsword. The Xuanshuang longsword transformed into a white stream of light, stabbing toward Xiao Han's heart.

At that very moment, an old man wielding a large blade deflected Jiang Qingyi's Hundred-Step Flying Sword with one strike. The Xuanshuang longsword embedded in the ground, emitting a trembling hum.

The old man then shattered the black ice cages binding Xiao Jing and Xiao Han with another strike.

Jiang Qingyi hooked her fingertip, and the Xuanshuang longsword responded to the call, flying back into its master's hand.

"To be able to cultivate to this level after losing your sword bone, you are truly remarkable." Xiao Jing walked to his son's side, patted the ice dust off him, his tone quite emotional.

"Father, I..."

Xiao Han, who had nearly died, wanted to explain something but Xiao Jing shook his head, "It's fine. You're still young, only fourteen years old, and you've experienced few life-and-death battles. Your strength is not inferior to hers, you just lack some experience. Remember this battle today. No matter who your opponent is, you must never underestimate them."

"Yes! Father!" Xiao Han nodded in response.

After comforting his son's dao heart, Xiao Jing turned to look at Jiang Qingyi, "Indeed, killing you was the right choice. Perhaps I should have acted to kill you earlier, but it's not too late now."

"Elder Ye, I'll trouble you to take action." From beginning to end, Xiao Jing remained composed.

"Your Highness, rest assured."

Ye San Dao, the Jade Simplicity realm patron of the Xiao mansion, stepped forward. The ground was stamped into a deep pit beneath his foot.

Jiang Qingyi didn't even see his figure clearly before a wide blade came chopping down toward her.

"Clang!" Jiang Qingyi blocked horizontally with her sword.

The force of this strike traveled from Jiang Qingyi's tiger's mouth to her arm, then throughout her entire body.

Jiang Qingyi felt as if all her bones were about to shatter.

"Bang!"

Jiang Qingyi was sent flying into a wall. The wall collapsed violently, and broken stones kept rolling down.

"Ptui!"

Jiang Qingyi spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and shakily climbed up from the ground.

So this was a Jade Simplicity realm cultivator?

Jiang Qingyi didn't even feel that he had used his full strength.

"Little girl, this old man will give you a quick death!"

Ye San Dao's blade qi climbed higher and higher.

Ye San Dao swung out one strike, as if he wanted to split a mountain in half.

Jiang Qingyi frowned. She knew she couldn't dodge this strike.

Using all her spiritual power, Jiang Qingyi unleashed her strongest sword strike, which was also the final form of the Grass Character Sword Formula, the Void-Breaking Style.

Wherever the sword qi passed, there were only void illusions.

The sword qi and blade qi collided, and violent spiritual power swept through the entire courtyard but the gap between their realms was simply too great.

Jiang Qingyi's sword qi only delayed the opponent for half a breath.

The sword qi shattered, and that blade qi fiercely chopped toward Jiang Qingyi's brow.

Jiang Qingyi knew she was going to die but in Jiang Qingyi's heart, there was actually a feeling of relief.

Just as Jiang Qingyi closed her eyes and calmly waited for death.

A tremendous crash came from not far in front of her.

The expected pain never came.

The young woman slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was a familiar longsword.

On the sword's hilt was a familiar silhouette.

Xiao Jing looked at this man who had descended from the sky, his eyes narrowing.

Ye San Dao instead smiled, "Young Master, it's been a long time."

Xiao Mo shook his head, "Elder Ye, I haven't been the Xiao mansion's young master for a long time. However, Elder Ye seems to be in good health."

"So-so." Ye San Dao shouldered his large blade, "Has Young Master returned this time to visit the master?"

"Cough, cough, cough." Xiao Mo coughed several times, "My disciple is ignorant and was rash toward Elder Ye. I apologize on her behalf and hope Elder Ye can overlook the faults of a lesser person. I will definitely take her back and properly instruct her."

Ye San Dao sighed, "Young Master, you need to discuss this with our Prince. It's useless to tell me."

Xiao Mo turned his head to look at Prince Xiao Jing and bowed in salute, "I wonder if Your Highness could show some convenience?"

Xiao Jing looked at this son who had long since severed ties with him, "Xiao Mo, she killed quite a few people in my Xiao mansion."

"Your Highness also killed quite a few people in Qingyi's mansion over twenty years ago." Xiao Mo said calmly.

"Yes." Xiao Jing nodded, "I also killed her parents and killed her brother. So do you think she won't kill me in the future?"

Xiao Mo's brow furrowed.

Xiao Jing waved his hand and gave the order, "Elder Ye, kill them all and extract the sword bones for me."

"Your Highness, the Young Master is at the Nascent Soul realm. The sword bone has already fused with the Young Master's divine soul. If forcibly extracted, I'm afraid his soul will be scattered." Elder Ye said.

Xiao Jing glanced at Elder Ye indifferently, "So what?"