Chapter 147: Now Do You Know What I’m Doing At Demon Quelling Pass? Waste!
As the words fell, a powerful wind element spiritual flow surged around Ming Zhaoshuang, unable to break her sword intent.
But a long sword blocked her path.
This is… Wait a Moment?
This isn’t Wait a Moment! This is Wait a Moment’s illusory shadow!
Not just one, but over a dozen illusory shadows of long swords, all surrounding Fei Changxiu’s body, preventing Ming Zhaoshuang from advancing even an inch.
Wait a Moment was completely sealed by the formation, making it impossible for him to return to Fei Changxiu’s hands again.
Fei Changxiu gently raised his eyes: “This move, I originally intended for Cheng Zhaoyang.”
This was a sword move he had created himself.
Flowing Sword Array.
Wind element spirit roots are rare, and there are even fewer sword moves and spiritual arts suitable for wind element spirit roots.
While Fei Changxiu was troubled, he also comprehended many sword moves. Just like the current Flowing Sword Array, he comprehended it the moment he obtained Wait a Moment.
He originally intended to defeat Ming Chenxing with this and challenge Cheng Zhaoyang, but unexpectedly met Ming Zhaoshuang beforehand, forcing him into such a predicament!
Fei Changxiu felt bitter in his heart, but Fei Changxiu did not speak.
His Flowing Sword Array was slowly taking shape, and perhaps in a hundred years, it would become a complete sword technique.
For now, it was just a remnant move, yet it was enough to defeat Ming Zhaoshuang.
Fei Changxiu casually chose a long sword, flicked it on the ground, and with a swift sweep, broke free from Ming Zhaoshuang’s restraint, carrying the remaining dozen long swords, and charged towards Ming Zhaoshuang.
Sword qi crisscrossed. Ming Zhaoshuang was at her wit’s end. She sighed and faced Fei Changxiu directly.
After dozens of exchanges, Fei Changxiu’s long sword rested at Ming Zhaoshuang’s throat.
“Ming Ye Sect, Fei Changxiu, wins!”
As the judge’s voice rang out, Ming Zhaoshuang and Fei Changxiu looked at each other and both said, “Exhilarating.”
Both had exerted their full strength, used all their trump cards, clashed head-on, and showed no mercy.
In such a situation, victory or defeat was no longer important.
Fei Changxiu’s victory was a narrow one, and Ming Zhaoshuang’s defeat was glorious despite the loss.
She stopped at the Top Eight, but her strength was definitely more than that!
Following Cheng Zhaoyang, she once again showed the citizens of Great Sui that women could not only cultivate but also practice Talisman and Sword Dual Cultivation, and even fight across realms without fear!
Ming Zhaoshuang jumped off the arena, and Ming Chenxing proceeded to the next match.
Ming Zhaoxue nodded towards Ming Zhaoshuang and said, “You performed very well.”
Although her most dazzling performance was still in talisman arts, if her swordsmanship had lagged even a little, she wouldn’t have been able to push Fei Changxiu this far.
Ming Zhaoxue, as Ming Zhaoshuang’s half-master, was very satisfied.
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “Of course.”
Fei Changxiu is truly strong. She had no power to resist him before, and now she was only a move behind, but she was not disheartened.
In her eyes, there was only fighting spirit.
So what if Fei Changxiu is stronger? Sooner or later, she would defeat him under her sword.
Fei Changxiu was even more excited: “Drawing talismans with your hand, forming arrays from talismans, Junior Sister, what else is there about you that I don’t know?”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “Senior Brother Xiu’er, you are also truly impressive. You actually created your own sword moves and are at the forefront of the world, amazing, amazing!”
Fei Changxiu said, “You are still the one who is amazing. Golden Core cultivators are terrifying.”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “Not at all, Senior Brother Xiu’er’s sword techniques are truly a threefold fold, no matter how you fold them, there are sword （cheap）.”
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The two continued to exchange polite compliments for quite a while, making Cheng Zhaoyang laugh repeatedly.
They were all young men with high aspirations and youthful vigor.
“Ming Ye Sect, Ming Chenxing, wins!”
Ming Chenxing jumped off the arena. Cheng Zhaoyang languidly stood up, leaning against the wall, and smiled at Ming Zhaoshuang:
“Junior Sister Zhaoshuang, I’ll show you what it means to beat a drowning dog!”
Ming Zhaoshuang clapped her hands: “Good! Let him see what Sister Zhaoyang went to Demon Quelling Pass for!”
Cheng Zhaoyang’s figure receded. Ming Zhaoxue asked, “Do you like Cheng Zhaoyang that much?”
Ming Zhaoshuang retorted, “Who doesn’t like a strong person?”
Ming Zhaoxue’s eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow.
Seeing his expression, Ming Zhaoshuang knew he was overthinking.
She grabbed Ming Zhaoxue’s sleeve and said, “I like you even if you’re not strong, don’t overthink it.”
After all, Ming Zhaoxue’s face is his country; even if he were a waste with no spiritual power his entire life, Ming Zhaoshuang would still like him immensely.
Ming Zhaoshuang stated that she was just that shallow a person.
As she spoke, Cheng Zhaoyang on the stage had already exchanged three moves with Qian Lai.
In three moves, Qian Lai hadn’t even touched the hem of Cheng Zhaoyang’s robe.
In three moves, Cheng Zhaoyang hadn’t made a move, not even drawn his sword.
It was both courtesy and humiliation.
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “Back then, this Qian Lai boasted so much, I thought he was so powerful, but he’s just like boiling water at 100℃.”
Indeed, he hadn’t killed many enemies, relying entirely on his bad breath.
Ming Zhaoxue frowned slightly: “100℃ boiling water, what is that?”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “That’s boiling （waste） matter.”
Fei Changxiu suppressed a smile and said, “Exactly, exactly. Looking at his strength, he’s not even as good as me.”
At least he could touch the hem of Cheng Zhaoyang’s robe; this guy is truly a waste.
It’s a shame he’s over forty and only at the Mid Nascent Soul stage.
Qian Lai was furious. The spiritual power in his hands surged, and he ferociously attacked Cheng Zhaoyang with killing intent.
Cheng Zhaoyang smiled faintly, and his long sword materialized out of thin air.
A sword strike shattered the air!
She did not hold back her strength or show any mercy.
The sword momentum was sharp and unstoppable. With just one move, Qian Lai was sent flying dozens of meters, crashing straight into the Pillars on both sides of the arena.
Qian Lai’s body fell heavily. He glared at Cheng Zhaoyang, his eyes full of disbelief.
But in the next instant, Cheng Zhaoyang’s figure, like a phantom, appeared beside him, with her long sword at his neck.
It emitted a cold, bloodthirsty light.
This… how is this possible?
Cheng Zhaoyang defeated him with just one move!
This is impossible!
Ming Zhaoshuang was also surprised and said, “Could Qian Lai’s strength also have been piled up by heavenly materials and earthly treasures? Why did he lose so quickly!”
But it didn’t seem like it; he was a genuine Military General.
Looking at the sword momentum just now, it was indeed the strength a Mid Nascent Soul stage person should possess.
Perhaps it wasn’t that he was too weak, but that Cheng Zhaoyang was too strong!
Ming Zhaoxue answered her question in a deep voice: “Your Sister Zhaoyang has broken through to the Late Nascent Soul stage.”
Upon hearing this, Ming Zhaoshuang instantly understood.
Qian Lai might have been able to exchange over a dozen moves with Cheng Zhaoyang at the Mid Nascent Soul stage.
However, facing Cheng Zhaoyang at the Late Nascent Soul stage, he had no resistance whatsoever.
Cheng Zhaoyang thrust a sword into the ground beside Qian Lai, spiritual flow swirling around her. Her face was cold, and looking into his terrified eyes, she said:
“Now do you know what I went to Demon Quelling Pass for? Waste!”
Cheng Zhaoyang kicked Qian Lai off the arena. She drew her sword, and the golden spiritual flow symbolizing the Late Nascent Soul stage overflowed around her, emitting a faint, fragmented light, like Zhaoyang bathed in ten thousand fathoms of rosy clouds.
Cheng Zhaoyang spoke slowly: “Now do you see clearly? Standing before you is Cheng Zhaoyang!”
It is Cheng Zhaoyang, a woman!
It is the Cheng Zhaoyang you say should be embroidering in the courtyard, waiting to die in the palace!
But Cheng Zhaoyang is just Cheng Zhaoyang, not anyone, not any appendage!
Women should be like Cheng Zhaoyang.
Breaking through the clouds, her radiance remains unchanged!
