Chapter 717: Hunter and Prey—Who Lives, Who Dies (Part 3)

In her heart, she wasn’t as calm as she appeared.

The seemingly ordinary Cyan Steel Sword wielded by the well-groomed middle-aged scholar before her transformed into the myriad forms of the world. In one moment, it was upright and bright, and in the next, it became strange and eerie.

With one thrust of the sword, it contained countless twists and turns, the Five Elements circulated, and Yin Yang Unity was achieved.

Hard and soft, fast and slow, light and heavy, were completely integrated into one.

The weapon in the opponent’s hand seemed no longer just a sword but a domain—a world.

Had she not maintained an approach of striking and retreating without greed, always staying one step ahead, she might have already been engulfed by the sword light and slain with ease.

“So this is Qii Kingdom’s Unrivaled Sword Path, the World Sword Sect?”

Ji Mingyue aimed for no success, only seeking no fault, and all her previous thoughts retreated at this moment. She and Han Xiaoru, at this moment, had the same idea.

Which was one word.

Stall…

Although this place was perilous, the determining point of the battle’s victory or defeat was never at the Golden Summit Dharma Tower, but at the Royal Palace.

The longer they stalled, the greater the odds of victory.

As for escape,

they never considered it.

At this moment, from the direction of North City, a thunderous explosion suddenly sounded.

Immediately following, a sharp whistle pierced through the city, ringing in their ears, making their eardrums tingle.

Ji Mingyue and Han Xiaoru simultaneously broke into smiles.

While Dong Chongyang and Jiang Taiyan both showed drastic changes in their expressions.

They recognized it.

That voice belonged to King Chu Qing, whom they had seen not long before.

The despair and unwillingness in the voice were unmistakably clear, even from halfway across the city.

“Retreat…”

Countless thoughts flashed in Jiang Taiyan’s mind, and he immediately reacted.

He retreated swiftly, his sword transforming into a vast ocean, slashing out a swath of dense water light before him.

Though he had been in an advantageous position with his Sword Technique nearing perfection, if he wished to retreat, he still could manage it.

Logically, upon hearing of the incident at the Chu Royal Palace, as allies, he should rush to the Chu Palace, but Sect Leader Jiang had no such intention. With a movement of his body, he broke through an empty passage and leaped down the Golden Summit Dharma Tower, fleeing toward the South City Gate.

As for Dong Chongyang, the fierce look on his face had not yet faded when he heard the despairing whistle. His eyes were filled with incredulity, sorrow, and hesitation.

On one side were Your Majesty and family, on the other, the attachment to life pulled him back and forth in his heart, making it difficult to decide.

His Flowing Gold Bell suddenly erupted with a million golden rays, the light and shadow like waves, the might increased by threefold.

“A good man, not retreating but advancing, fighting to the death, huh? I’ll oblige you, so you can reunite with your dear brother underground.”

Han Xiaoru chuckled lightly, her willow brows lifted, her eyes sparkled with bright starlight. Her figure retreated and advanced, a shout resounded as a peculiar force flowed in from afar.

Not only did her strength double, but her speed also increased significantly, reaching fourfold.

When the gap in strength diminished, no longer overpowered by the opponent’s aftermath, as speed ascended again, breaking past a certain critical point.

Han Xiaoru only saw that the layers of golden light before her were filled with flaws. With one sword slash, the entire Golden Summit Dharma Tower trembled and tilted fiercely.

Her figure turned into a streak of red light, flashing through the storm of the Flowing Gold Bell.

Yin yang split before her, half black, half white.

At the same time, split into two was Dong Chongyang’s tall and robust body.

“Power…”

A trace of sadness flashed in Dong Chongyang’s eyes, but soon he accepted it.

He had realized it; the sudden surge in power from the other side carried a familiar aura of divine techniques, unmistakable.

As for himself, somewhere within, he felt he had lost a certain power source, as if his future path in Martial Dao had been severed.

This implies what.

No need for much thought.

The only explanation is that the King of Chu is dead, the inheritance taken.

“So be it.”

Dong Chongyang half-turned, taking one last look in the direction of the Chu Royal Palace, his body splitting into two with a whoosh.