The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 653 - 447. Dust Settled (5k)_2

What? Is that possible? So, this is how our "Martial God" path levels up? It’s not... Then when I enter the Worldly Realm, can I also refine Pei Niannu into a ’Lifebound God’?

No, that can’t be right, Pei Niannu clearly isn’t just a simple "painting"... more like an existence akin to an Artifact Spirit... Plus, I can summon her now without waiting for the Worldly Realm... Hmm, every time I ask for her help, it costs me ten Chapters of a novel...

Zhao Douan wanted to speak but hesitated.

Moreover, if we’re talking about "Lifebound God", there’s still a "Dragon Essence" sleeping in his Qi Sea.

Hmm, so when I step into the Worldly Realm, what will it be like? I have a feeling it will be very different from you all... Wait, stop the wild thoughts, focus...

Zhao Douan gathered his thoughts and paid close attention to the battle.

"Bang!"

After Tang Jinzhong’s Lifebound God’s phantom merged with him, it immediately formed armor all over his body, condensed from the Qi Mechanism.

The two men did not dodge or evade, and simultaneously charged towards each other, throwing their fists.

As their four fists clashed, a violent gust expanded from them as the center, spreading in all directions.

The Empress slightly raised an eyebrow, extending a slender, fair finger to lightly tap, causing the battling waves to vanish without a trace before everyone.

"Boom boom boom..."

The two men continued to clash madly, the booming noise ceaseless, jumping from the ground into the air, then falling back down.

After dozens of rounds, Tang Jinzhong launched a fierce punch. Chai Keqiao flew backwards into the air like autumn leaves, stepped several times in midair, grabbed an axe in his hand, and hurled it downwards!

The axe instantly turned red-hot, as if it had just been forged in a thousand-degree furnace, whirling and slashing towards Tang Jinzhong, but was suddenly flicked aside by a top-grade long knife he drew.

Chai Keqiao, still in mid-air, grabbed the returning axe and swung it down once more, leaving a ghastly scar dozens of feet long on the ground of the peach grove. Tang Jinzhong sidestepped to avoid it, then suddenly advanced in front of him; their short-range weapons clashed, the sounds as dense as drumbeats.

"So strong... Whether it’s the depth of inner strength or the grasp of martial arts, it’s beyond what I can compare in the Divine Chapter Realm." Zhao Douan was fully focused, growing more shocked as he watched, the joy from his breakthrough gradually replaced by awe.

In the past, he had witnessed the Worldly Realm take action several times, but he only saw the excitement. Now that his cultivation has advanced, he can see the intricacies within.

Xue Shence and Grandmaster Dong also watched attentively, the former serious, the latter unable to fully understand but able to vaguely judge that both sides seemed evenly matched.

The entire peach blossom forest suffered from the assaults of two savage Martial Artists, taking collateral damage.

Even with efforts to control, more than one peach tree still fell.

Finally, after hundreds of rounds, the armor around Tang Jinzhong suddenly expanded, his Lifebound God appeared for the second time, this time its eyes seemed slightly animated.

The phantom of the Floating Buddha General from six hundred years ago coldly scanned Chai Keqiao, grasping a giant sword out of thin air, raising it high.

Tang Jinzhong also synchronized his advancement, raising his long knife high.

His surroundings exuded a crimson killing aura, as if an ancient battlefield phantom appeared vaguely.

Chai Keqiao frowned, a fierce glint flashed in his eye cavities, but ultimately sighed, defending with Gang Qi.

"Boom!"

A streak of bloody knife light from Tang Jinzhong smashed down like a bolt, Chai Keqiao, unsurprised, was struck down on the spot, fell to the ground, dropped his weapon, coughed up blood, and raised his hand to admit defeat.

The referee stepped forward excitedly and announced, "Tang Gongfeng, victory!"

Whoosh—

It was only then that the crowd, who had been holding their breath and concentrating, awoke as if from a dream, almost inhaling simultaneously—so engrossed in watching the battle that they forgot to breathe.

Victory! It was indeed a victory!

The crowd couldn’t hide their joy. Xue Shence was momentarily stunned, then deeply looked at Tang Jinzhong and softly sighed.

"What happened?" Qi Ye and Xiao Ran took back the nearly exhausted Chai Keqiao, fed him healing pills, and asked with concern.

They all noticed that Chai Keqiao held back at the last moment.

"This lunatic wanted to gamble his life with me." Chai Keqiao’s face turned pale, his eyes showed helplessness.

The two were momentarily stunned and then fell silent.

Gamble his life!

Once cultivators enter the Worldly Realm, unless encircled and unable to escape, their vitality is extremely robust. Similarly, once a Worldly Realm cultivator goes all out without leaving any retreat, engaging in a life-and-death duel by overdrawing, it becomes especially ferocious.

Tang Jinzhong, bearing the honor and disgrace of the entire Martial Arts Hall, was willing to risk internal injuries to gamble his life.

While Chai Keqiao didn’t want to wager his life for a mere competition.

"These Tributers are different from us. For us, it’s just a competition, but for them, it’s risking their lives." Chai Keqiao shook his head.

He didn’t lose because he couldn’t fight, but because he didn’t want to gamble.

"Wow!" On the other side, Tang Jinzhong fell from mid-air, knees buckling, kneeling to the ground, desperately supporting his body with the knife handle, and coughed up a large pool of blood.

The Tributers of the Martial Arts Hall immediately swarmed forward to feed him the prepared pills.

Eunuch Hai sighed lightly, his Python Robe fluttering, walked to his side, pressed his shoulder, transferred inner strength, and said, both gratified and bitter:

"No need to speak, go back and rest first."

Then immediately ordered someone to take Tang Jinzhong away.

Zhao Douan, feeling the complex emotions of both joy and melancholy around him from the Tributers, suddenly understood the meaning of the phrase "the decline between green and yellow generations."

In six hundred years, the lineage of the "Martial God" had ultimately withered, and Tang Jinzhong had to risk his life to force Chai Keqiao to retreat. What are the chances against that Zhenbao against the world’s number one in martial arts, nearly Breaking Void, the Wu Xiankui in competition?

"Today’s competition ends here," Xu Zhenguan stood up and calmly said:

"Mo Chou, have someone send top-grade healing medicine to both sides for proper recuperation. Once they recover, escort my Qingshan apprentice away from the capital."

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