The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1144 - 620: Empress Draws Her Sword (Part 3)

Indeed, Zhao Douan’s forehead gradually seeped with sweat, feeling the continuous pull and consumption of his Qi mechanism by the opponent during each Sword Dao clash. On the surface, it seemed like a showcase of blooming flowers, but as the participant, he clearly perceived that Zuo Tang’s timing in each stroke was exceedingly deft, minimizing energy consumption, whereas he was only able to withstand due to his youthful vigor and robust blood flow.

"Don’t blindly follow his rhythm; in the Peach Blossom Sword Skill, there is a move to break the move. Sword Dao skirmish is the essence of all worldly confrontation. Once one reaches a profound level, it’s not about finding flaws to attack, but rather positioning oneself in an undefeated stance and waiting for the opponent to make a mistake—then victory comes without a fight."

Suddenly, the Empress’s voice reached Zhao Douan’s ears, invigorating his spirits, prompting him to adjust his moves.

Gradually shifting from offense to defense. This scene, in the eyes of many martial artists, seemed like Zhao Douan was faltering. Yet Zuo Tang grew increasingly astonished, as in his view, Zhao Douan was initially fierce but full of openings, but inexplicably seemed to suddenly grasp the concept, his Chasing Saber gradually becoming harmonious, like nature, developing its own method.

The Empress continued to use voice transmission tirelessly, instructing Zhao Douan against Zuo Tang’s Sword Dao tactics.

In Zuo Tang’s eyes, Zhao Douan grew increasingly strong while he, initially handling with ease, began to struggle significantly.

But how is this possible? Does this Zhao have an unparalleled talent for sword mastery, skipping over numerous barriers ordinary sword cultivators struggle to breach over ten or twenty years just by fighting? Or...

In a daze, Zuo Tang felt Zhao Douan’s figure blurring, replaced by a middle-aged man in fine clothing embroidered with coin patterns, wearing a melon cap and with a braid, pale-faced and beardless.

Zuo Tang seemed to have returned decades ago, when he was at his peak, as the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch on that rainy day, meeting the mysterious court tributor who cheerily boasted of trampling the Martial World.

"I am a disciple of Qingshan. How dare a eunuch like you act recklessly in the Martial World? Want to challenge my senior brother on Qingshan? Fight me first." Zuo Tang remembered his youthful bravado, angrily retorting, and using his proudest sword strike.

But the old tributor Hai Chunlin merely picked up a branch as a sword and broke through his Qi Sea and Dantian lightly. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

A surge of anger rose in Zuo Tang’s heart, disregarding Zhao Douan’s identity, fiercely thrusting the longsword that Hai Chunlin had broken years ago, murmuring, "Eunuch, why aren’t you dead yet?"

This old man gone mad? Zhao Douan hurriedly retreated, seeing the Wine Sword Immortal’s bloodshot eyes.

Standing on the boat, the Yu Country Empress sighed gently, shaking her head and saying, "This fool is drunk."

Then she turned, glanced at Tang Ping’s waist, and said, "Lend me a sword."

Don’t you already have a sword in your hand? Tang Ping was momentarily stunned but instinctively drew out the ordinary military iron sword and handed it over.

Xu Zhenguan sighed softly; the Royal Family and Qingshan, competing for six hundred years, what counts as victory or defeat?

The Empress delivered a flick of her sword.

At first, no one noticed the elegance of this sword, finding it bland, with the river silent.

But the next moment, the vast river was split with a rumbling sound, extending several hundred feet.