The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 637 - 441. The Empress in Spring Thoughts

Thunderous!

When Zhao Douan unleashed a sword strike that had been suppressed and built up for over a month, shattering fiercely like lightning, the armor, sturdy enough to withstand a barrage of arrows, disintegrated like tofu, like paper, into pieces.

Fragments of the shattered iron armor scattered in all directions, one of which grazed the cheek of the blindfolded young man Qi Ye, cutting off a strand of hair as it swept past.

The fierce wind swept across the plaza, leaving everyone dumbfounded and unable to react in their shock.

Mo Chou maintained the posture of reaching out to pull Zhao Douan’s sleeve, but it seemed as if she had been immobilized, unable to move, her eyes filled with daze.

A large group of Tributor eunuchs, led by Tang Jinzhong and Song Jinxi, almost had their eyes bulged out.

The pupils of Chai Keqiao suddenly narrowed as he stared intently at the white mark that appeared on the bluestone floor after a row of dummies fell.

Beside him, the amusement in Xiao Ran’s eyes vanished, replaced by a brief confusion and deep apprehension.

As for Qi Ye, who was the first to bear the brunt... this Qingshan disciple who just moments ago was loudly challenging without heed to advice, "stared" at Zhao Douan who was gripping the sword hilt and "facing" him, suddenly felt his chest suffocated, followed by a "hiss" sound beside his ear.

He raised his hand to touch his chest, finding that the black garment there had been torn by the residual sword energy.

What happened?

This was the first thought that arose in everyone’s mind, immediately followed by a strong sense of disbelief.

"Fifty-six..."

A soldier of the imperial guard murmured this number: "Junior Guardian Zhao, shattered fifty-six armors."

There must be collusion... Many of the imperial guard had this thought, but upon careful inspection, they found that the armors were indeed genuine.

But still...

How could Junior Guardian Zhao, with Middle Grade Divine Chapter, unleash such a terrifying strike?

The number of shattered armors was more than double that of Qi Ye.

"Could it be... that Mr. Zhao has already stepped into the ’World’ realm?" A Tributor unconsciously voiced the question in his heart.

The more they knew, the more they realized how unbelievable this was.

"Bang..." Zhao Douan casually dropped the sword hilt on the ground, feeling a void in addition to the exhilaration on his face.

As if abstaining for a month, then... spit, spit.

As if constipated for a week, then... retch, retch...

The Qi Mechanism that almost exploded his Qi Sea was instantly vented, relieving the unbearably burdened meridians, and the outcome of breaking fifty-six armors made his eyelids twitch uncontrollably —

Even though he knew his long-stored strike would be powerful, the result still greatly exceeded expectations.

Moreover, if only fifty-six armors were left on the field, all shattered, doesn’t that mean this wasn’t even the limit?

"Am I really this strong..." Zhao Douan was both shocked and uncertain in his heart.

Yet his face showed no signs, maintaining a cold demeanor, he said indifferently: "It seems the top students of Qingshan are just so-so."

Exhilarating!

Upon hearing this casual remark, the Tributor eunuchs in the Martial Arts Hall and the surrounding imperial guards were suddenly awakened from a dream, with simultaneous feelings of satisfaction in their hearts.

Eager to loudly cheer: Mr. Zhao is mighty!

With the previous boastful words of the Qingshan martial artist, and the instant rebuttal, this strike alone, the more foul Qi Ye’s taunt was before, the more embarrassing he is now.

"You..." Qi Ye’s face turned red.

"You what?" Zhao Douan sneered: "I intended to show Wu Xiankui some respect, but the dogs raised on Qingshan bark even more crazily."

"You don’t..." Qi Ye’s forehead veins bulged, wanting to say something, but Chai Keqiao had already flashed in front of him, scolding him angrily:

"Who allowed you to speak like this? Had I known this, I certainly wouldn’t have brought you here. People from Qingshan, if lost, are just lost, or can you also break fifty-six armors?"

Qi Ye’s breathing quickened, and he shut his mouth.

Chai Keqiao turned around, showing an apologetic smile towards Zhao Douan:

"Junior Guardian Zhao, please do not hold it against my junior brother. He rarely comes down the mountain and is eccentric..."

Zhao Douan smiled: "Chai, if you must apologize, it’s not to me, but to everyone in the Martial Arts Hall."

Chai Keqiao took a deep breath and cupped his fists to a group of eunuchs with unfriendly eyes:

"My junior brother spoke recklessly, I Chai apologize on his behalf. In today’s duel, we are the ones who lost."

Then, he turned to Eunuch Hai, who was like a Maitreya Buddha, and said:

"Mr. Hai, permit my three juniors to return, they will surely be disciplined."

This young master of the Chai family, who once challenged various halls in the Capital, now exhibited a maturity vastly different from before.

Eunuch Hai’s expression remained indifferent, smiling: "I’m old and don’t get involved in your youngsters’ matters."

You’re calling that not getting involved? Wasn’t it you who said "why endure any longer" just now? Chai Keqiao cursed inwardly, yet his face showed the attitude of a junior.

Paying respectful salute, he was about to leave with the two.

"Hold on!"

Zhao Douan suddenly spoke, stopping the retreating Qingshan trio.

Chai Keqiao curiously asked: "What guidance does Junior Guardian have?"

Zhao Douan squinted: "You caused trouble and just plan to leave like that? Is it settled with just an apology? Did you ask me for permission?"

"And also..." He raised his hand, pointing at Qi Ye who was hidden behind by Chai Keqiao, his tone neither aggressive nor soft:

"When children make mistakes, should adults apologize for them? I forget the cowardly words this esteemed Qingshan disciple said just now, but the gist seemed to be that a Martial Artist should have courage, right? Then why... does one not stand up to apologize for their own mistakes and lost duel, but trouble others instead? Under the heaven, this logic doesn’t seem to exist."

With a word, the Tributor eunuchs unanimously concurred:

"What Mr. Zhao said is absolutely right."

"The Junior Guardian’s words are indeed reasonable."

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