The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 651 - 446. The Empress Smiles and Topples a Nation (6,000 Characters Seeking Monthly Tickets)_4

Chapter 651: 446. The Empress Smiles and Topples a Nation (6,000 Characters Seeking Monthly Tickets)_4

"Sss—"

On both sides, one peach wood branch after another fell, a cascade of blossoms at the moment, as the spring breeze swept through the peach blossom forest, scattering three to five pounds of peach blossoms.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, a series of peach wood swords floated in the air around Zhao Douan, drawn by an invisible qi mechanism, resembling countless crossbow arrows about to be launched.

"Go!"

Zhao Douan’s body was like an iron bow, his arms pushing forward!

Dozens of peach wood swords transformed into a rain of arrows, piercing towards Xiao Ran’s head.

Xiao Ran’s expression changed slightly, rapidly switching to a defensive sword move, his soft sword flickering like a flower, ding-ding-dang-dang, fending off the shower of arrows, causing peach wood branches to fall one by one.

Meanwhile, Zhao Douan lightly picked up a new peach blossom branch, his legs slowly parting, eyes gently closing.

"Sss... Sss..."

The wind rose.

The countless peach blossoms scattered on the ground were like autumn leaves in the wind, wrapped by the spring breeze, swirling around Zhao Douan as the center.

Peach blossoms like a tornado.

Mighty and vast, boundless.

In a trance, Zhao Douan seemed to return to last year’s Buddhist Tao duel platform, as he practiced layer upon layer of the "Peach Blossom Sword Technique," accumulating his inner strength in the Qi Sea to the peak, Zhao Douan calmly extended the peach wood sword towards Xiao Ran across the air:

"One sword, sky opening."

Boom—

The endless peach blossoms scattered like parted sea water, rolling to both sides, in the destructive sword qi, the peach wood branch turned into powder.

Xiao Ran, slicing down the last "arrow," seemed to awaken, but only had time to hastily adopt a defensive sword stance, before his body was hit as if by a rushing train, lifting off the ground, soaring backward.

In mid-air, his soft sword flew from his hand, with a "shh" sound, embedding halfway into the ground.

The conical hat on his head split down the middle, with a "bang," bursting into two halves, and his neatly bound jet-black long hair scattered.

"Boom!"

Xiao Ran heavily crashed to the ground, his throat tasted of blood, and he spat out a mouthful.

He struggled to rise, only to see a figure above, casting a large shadow over his face, blocking out the sunlight.

Zhao Douan stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the girl on the ground with a smile, said:

"You lost."

The spring breeze blew through the peach garden.

A silence fell.

Chai Keqiao remained expressionless, only gripping tightly onto the axe handle.

Qi Ye looked bewildered, unable to maintain the pose of holding the sword across his chest.

Xue Shence’s pupils narrowed, his eyes filled with unexpected surprise.

Grandmaster Dong couldn’t understand anything else, just exhaled a breath he had been holding in relief.

Eunuch Hai sighed in admiration, seemingly absent-minded.

And the Tributor Eunuch of the Martial Arts Hall, along with nearby heads of the Imperial Guards, were all dumbfounded.

Sky opening!

The very same sword move Zhao Douan had used during the Buddhist Tao tournament reappeared, swiftly and decisively defeating a disciple of Qingshan.

Yet this time, he held no Taia Sword, not even a blade or sword, only a common peach wood branch.

In the ears of everyone present, Zhao Douan’s words spoken before the match echoed:

"To defeat you, why would I need a sword?"

Yes.

Why indeed use a sword?

Before this, almost no one present had taken those words seriously, interpreting them more as bold taunts before a duel.

But who could have imagined that Mr. Zhao truly accomplished it?

"Since when did his martial arts become so formidable..."

Mo Chou stared blankly at the scene, then instinctively turned his head to look at the Empress beside him.

Only to see, seated on the dragon throne, ever since entering the peach garden, showing only dignity with no other expression, Xu Zhenguan’s peerlessly beautiful face, her lips curved upwards, revealing a graceful smile.

A smile that could enchant a nation.

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