Chapter 151: Cheng Zhaoyang, She’s Truly Too Strong!
Ming Zhaoshuang drew six or seven Shrink Talismans on Ming Zhaoxue and, once he had shrunk to a suitable size, carefully held him in her arms.
The Fushuang Sword emerged and swiftly returned.
Along the way, cultivators came and went continuously, with Great Sui Dynasty soldiers clearing the path; they were clearly all alarmed by yesterday’s thunder.
However, their cultivation was low, and they simply did not dare to approach amidst such fierce thunder. They only dared to come here in groups after the iron clouds had completely dissipated and the thunder had completely ceased.
The Communication Talisman in Ming Zhaoshuang’s hand began to burn, revealing the faces of Cheng Zhaoyang and the others.
Cheng Zhaoyang asked, “Junior Sister Zhaoshuang, did you go to see yesterday’s thunder alone? I went to see it yesterday, but the lightning was too powerful, and I didn’t dare to get close. I don’t know which Great Expert was undergoing Tribulation Crossing.”
Ming Zhaoshuang did not reply. She lowered her eyes, and a beauty mark by her eyelid was a bright red spot.
Fei Changxiu said, “I counted yesterday; there were fifty-three bolts in total. The lightning tribulation for the Void Refinement Stage is a forty-nine count. This Great Expert should have been undergoing the Body Integration Stage lightning tribulation, but they did not pass.”
However, it was unknown why a Body Integration Stage master would appear in the Third Heaven.
Ming Chenxing said in a low voice, “That was not heavenly thunder for tribulation crossing; that was heavenly thunder for a Divine Tool emerging.”
A Divine Tool, emerging?
As soon as he spoke, everyone around was startled.
After all, since the Dragon-Phoenix War, no divine beasts could be found in the world except in the Dragon Domain, so where would the materials to make a Divine Tool come from?
Even the great sects in the Upper Cultivation World might not necessarily possess one or two Divine Tools.
Ming Chenxing looked at Ming Zhaoshuang’s expression and guessed part of it: “Ming Zhaoxue, did he forge a Divine Tool for the Eldest Young Lady?”
Ming Zhaoshuang did not deny it, and Ming Chenxing’s expression eased slightly.
Finally, his impression of Ming Zhaoxue, that lecher, improved a little.
But in the next moment, he heard Ming Zhaoshuang say, “But because of this, he will be in a coma for at least three years.”
Since learning of Ming Zhaoshuang’s return, Ming Chenxing had never seen such a sorrowful expression in her eyes.
No matter what difficulties she faced, she was always confident and rational, not necessarily radiant and flamboyant, but certainly never self-pitying or even dejected by the events before her.
This suddenly made him feel a bit helpless.
But Ming Zhaoshuang did not become dejected because of this. She looked at everyone, her bright eyes as clear as stars in the sky.
“You don’t need to come over. Let’s take first place in the Doubles Match first.”
Fei Changxiu hesitated to speak, feeling that Ming Zhaoshuang’s state was not good.
Although he didn’t particularly like Ming Zhaoxue, he had explained the Number One Sword Technique Under Heaven to him very seriously yesterday, giving him many insights.
Hearing that he would be in a coma for three years because of this, he felt uncomfortable, let alone Ming Zhaoshuang, who had always been with him.
However, since Ming Zhaoshuang said so, he replied, “Junior Sister, don’t think you’ll definitely get first place just because you’re teamed up with Cheng Zhaoyang! My dual sword fusion with Xiao Chenxing is very strong!”
Ming Zhaoshuang raised an eyebrow, “Senior Brother Xiu’er, why do I only see you acting like a scoundrel? Our Chenxing is not someone you can corrupt.”
Fei Changxiu understood the implied meaning of her words and became anxious, stomping his feet. “Anyway, don’t get too smug; just watch how I beat you!”
Cheng Zhaoyang spoke up beside him, “Junior Sister Zhaoshuang, don’t worry, I alone can beat both of them until they’re covered in bruises.”
After several months of getting along, Cheng Zhaoyang had become much closer to them, so she also made a joke.
Ming Chenxing chuckled, “That’s not necessarily true.”
Qin Feilong looked dejected. “Why is no one teaming up with me? I don’t even have the qualification to participate in the Doubles Match.”
Ming Zhaoshuang saw that these people were trying to ease her emotions. She laughed heartily and said to Qin Feilong, “Senior Brother Qin, your personal charm is lacking.”
Fei Changxiu also said, “Just lie down. Have you recovered from your injuries yet to be acting like this?”
They chatted and laughed, and the scene seemed to return to how it was before.
As for the Doubles Match, which lasted seven or eight days, Ming Zhaoshuang directly “lay” her way to the Top Four.
It wasn’t that she wanted to be a “dog that lies around,” but there was no other way; Cheng Zhaoyang was simply too powerful.
Basically, with one sword strike, no matter if you were in the Nascent Soul Stage or Golden Core Stage, she would flatten you all.
As for why they only “lay” their way to the Top Four, it was due to their heaven-defying luck. Coincidentally, they drew their own people again.
Cheng Zhaoyang and Ming Zhaoshuang against Fei Changxiu and Ming Chenxing.
After the four introduced themselves, they immediately began to fight.
After only a dozen exchanges, Ming Zhaoshuang deeply felt how much of a scoundrel Fei Changxiu was.
He knew that he and Ming Chenxing combined could not defeat Cheng Zhaoyang, but they could hold off Cheng Zhaoyang for a few moves. Therefore, between the two of them, Ming Chenxing was responsible for holding off Cheng Zhaoyang, and Fei Changxiu was responsible for bullying Ming Zhaoshuang.
Damn it, Fei Changxiu unleashed his ultimate move right from the start, using the Flowing Sword Array to such an extent that Ming Zhaoshuang had no way to defend herself.
While fighting Ming Chenxing, Cheng Zhaoyang also had to go and help Ming Zhaoshuang block some sword moves and spells.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s previous move, Formations from Talismans, was clearly unusable again this time. Fei Changxiu, having learned his lesson, didn’t give her any chance to defend herself.
He used his powerful cultivation to such an extent that Ming Zhaoshuang was steadily retreating.
Ming Zhaoshuang was dragging Cheng Zhaoyang down.
This infuriated Ming Zhaoshuang, and she threw Talismans out like they were free, even taking the opportunity to blast Ming Chenxing.
With the enhancement of the Mountain River Brush, the power of her Talismans at least doubled.
Throwing them around like this was practically going to blow up the entire Arena.
Fei Changxiu was thus unable to get close to her.
The two remained in such a stalemate, while on Cheng Zhaoyang’s side, Ming Chenxing was about to be defeated by Cheng Zhaoyang’s sword, and Fei Changxiu immediately went to block it for him.
Fei Changxiu gritted his teeth and roared again, “Wait a moment!”
Several long swords swept past Cheng Zhaoyang’s back like a storm. Ming Zhaoshuang, holding the Fushuang Sword, was about to block it for her.
But then, Cheng Zhaoyang calmly turned around and, with a backhanded sword strike, attacked.
“One Sword Frost Cold!”
The long sword, carrying infinite sharpness, cut through all the dozen or so “wait a moment” sword shadows.
Immediately after, Cheng Zhaoyang’s aura completely changed. She glanced at Ming Zhaoshuang, her bright eyes as brilliant as embers. She nodded slightly, her black hair flying:
“Junior Sister Zhaoshuang, look, how is the sword technique you gave me?”
As she spoke, her aura completely transformed.
Cheng Zhaoyang was like a fire phoenix soaring and dancing in the sky, her posture magnificent, her sword light dazzling, her movements powerful and swift, agile and versatile. Her long sword seemed to let out long cries with her movements, as if stirred by her intense aura.
Under the morning sun, golden light flashed, and pure Spiritual Power surged out with the Sword Qi, striking fear into people’s hearts.
The upper half of the Number One Sword Technique Under Heaven. In just a few days, she had actually fully grasped it, even without anyone’s guidance and without a suitable long sword, achieving this much.
Resonating with the sword, dancing with the technique, such talent was unrivaled in the world.
Cheng Zhaoyang did not intend to harm Fei Changxiu and the other, but under such a sharp sword edge, Ming Chenxing and Fei Changxiu almost simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to resist anything.
Cheng Zhaoyang, she was simply too strong!
