Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 162: 128. I Have Witnessed Your Existence

Translator: 549690339

Xia Ji took a step forward, but Su Yi was shocked and took a step back.

Suddenly, he realized something. He roared in anger and pain, then stopped. The two of them confronted each other and formed a kind of balance.

“Why?”

‘ Why?!

Su Yi suddenly opened his mouth and questioned.

He wasn’t waiting for Xia Ji’s answer, but for his own.

From the moment he took a step back, he knew that he had lost.

Xia Ji had no intention of killing them. He still had to wait to see the Mountain River State Painting for the second time. That way, he could understand the Su family more. If he killed them all, he wouldn’t be able to see them.

Second Heaven, Third Heaven, and the Su family’s audience in the thousand layers of clouds were watching in silence. This outcome was far from what they had originally imagined. They had never even thought that Feng Nanbei would appear here.

Su Bingxuan glanced at the Eldest Princess and said coldly, “”Good move.” After several calculations, he still lost.

At this moment, he didn’t look anymore and left with a flick of his sleeve.

Su Yi sensed the departure of the Frost Monarch. His expression was dejected as he muttered, “I…” Useless.”

Suddenly, he gasped heavily. In an instant, his extinguished fighting spirit seemed to have been revived and ignited again.

“Feng Nanbei!”

He roared and gripped the hilt tightly with both hands. The clouds around the stone platform revolved with him, and the wind from high above turned into long rings that shook in all directions.

Xia Ji looked at him. ” I can understand your sadness, but…” Do you know what I encountered?”

Despair turned to gentleness, blood turned to calmness.

There was no door to heaven and no road to earth.

He was heavily suppressed and sentenced to an abnormal fate. The world’s enemies wanted to kill him and then be happy.

The road was difficult, and every step was shocking. The flat road was like the road to heaven.

Did he ever shout?

No, he didn’t.

Not even once.

Even Xia Xiaosu did not shout. She just stood quietly on the city wall with her dagger, waiting for fate to give her the next card. She accepted it calmly. Even if she cried, she never cried for herself.

What could a roar change?

Su Yi no longer asked or listened. He stomped on the ground and turned into a frightening dragon. He shot out like lightning, and the air waves turned into angry waves that scattered in all directions. In the middle of the layers of exploding smoke, the long saber in his right hand that was surrounded by the small black dragon aura let out a sharp and violent cry. It tore through the space of more than 100 feet and slashed straight at the person in front of him.

Dragon Qi circulated in his right hand. Under the explosion, the black scales actually grew a lot more.

This saber was extremely powerful!

It represented the anger in his heart and the determination to fight with his life on the line in the face of despair.

Xia Ji shook his head. The spring water flashed with a cold light and collided with the black saber Qi.

As the blades rubbed against each other at high speed, dazzling sparks lit up. The air currents collided, and the ear-piercing noise of the blades suddenly grinding could be heard.

After that thought, Xia Ji suddenly raised his saber, swung it, and slashed.

It was as easy as cutting dry weeds and rotten wood, slashing to the end.

Ding!

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

Xia Ji sheathed his saber.

His actions were done in one go.

He didn’t even use much Black Dragon Qi in this slash. Instead, it was purely saber intent, saber aura, and saber skill.

Comparing the two, it could be seen that the difference was like a cloud separating mud.

He no longer looked at Su Yi and only followed the impact, passing by.

Clang!

Su Yi’s saber broke.

Half of the saber fell on the floating platform.

He grabbed the hilt of the knife as if he was frozen. He stood rooted to the ground, his eyes wide open as his mind replayed the knife.

“You…”

Su Yi’s voice was like crying and laughing. He didn’t know what to ask.

Others could break his saber without using the little Black Dragon’s Qi, so what else could he say?

‘ Let’s fight the second round, ” Xia Ji said directly. ” I don’t know how to teach.

I might lose to you. ‘

Su Yi nodded blankly. He raised the broken saber and looked at it for a long time before finally lowering it weakly.

Xia Ji turned his body slightly to look at the young man who had just exploded. Such behavior is really not a hero, but also not a fierce hero.

He was just a martial artist with some talent.

On the high platform…

Su Bingxuan didn’t leave, but used his departure to provoke Su Yi. But now that he saw the young man’s performance, Frost Monarch sighed and turned his back to Su Yi.

Seeing that the dust had settled, Su Yueqing slowly heaved a sigh of relief. Suddenly, the Imperial Hand Su Shun came over and whispered, ” She’s looking for you. ‘

Su Yueqing was stunned for a moment, then he sent a voice transmission, ‘”‘The Imperial Teacher’s situation is about to be settled. After it is settled, I will return.”

“Eldest Princess, I will do my best to help you explain,” Su Shun said softly.

Su Yueqing looked at him.

“I’m going.” Su Shun lowered his head and bowed respectfully to the Eldest Princess in his eyes before slowly retreating.

Su Yueqing glanced at his back and narrowed her almond-shaped eyes.

The second round continued.

A scroll fell from the sky and floated between the two of them like a cloud. It floated in the air mysteriously.

Xia Ji and Su Yi had already been informed of the rules, so they sat cross-legged on both sides of the scroll, facing each other.

They closed their eyes and waited quietly.

This painting was called the Mountain River State Painting. There was a small world in the painting and many fake people.

The two of them entered the map with their spirits and were in their respective countries. Then, they chose one of the dummies in their respective countries to teach.

In the end, their fake disciples would lead the two countries to fight. Whoever’s disciple won would win.

The flow of time in this picture was different from the outside world. A year in the picture was only half an incense stick’s time outside..