Group Fight Against the Third Prince
Dongfang Hanshan couldn't help but laugh at Zhan Wuji's answer. Smiling playfully, he asked,
"Little Fatty, do you know what kind of place Lingxiu Peak is?"
Zhan Wuji grinned.
"This Disciple knows. Lingxiu Peak is the only peak in Qingyun Sect whose members are all female Disciples."
Dongfang Hanshan laughed even louder.
"You know that, yet you still chose Lingxiu Peak? You little rascal... your intentions aren't exactly pure."
Zhan Wuji scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"This Disciple humbly requests that the Sect Master grant my wish."
Dongfang Hanshan shook his head with a smile.
"Your situation is rather special. Whether you can become a Disciple of Lingxiu Peak depends entirely on its Peak Master. After all, accepting a male Disciple would be breaking a long-standing rule. Whether she agrees or not will depend on your own ability."
"Yes, Sect Master. This Disciple understands."
Zhan Wuji's eyes immediately lit up with excitement.
As long as the Sect Master hadn't rejected him outright, there was still hope.
"Very well." Dongfang Hanshan turned toward Elder Han. "Arrange for a Disciple from Lingxiu Peak and one from Alchemy Peak to guide the two of them."
"Yes, Sect Master."
Elder Han bowed before preparing to escort Zhang Lingxiao and Zhan Wuji away.
Just then, the silent Third Prince suddenly spoke.
"Elder Han, please wait."
Everyone stopped.
The Third Prince smiled faintly before looking toward Dongfang Hanshan.
"Sect Master Dongfang, this Prince has suddenly developed an interest in sparring with the two geniuses your Sect has just recruited. What does Sect Master think?"
Dongfang Hanshan's expression stiffened slightly.
He naturally understood the Third Prince's true intention.
This wasn't a spar.
It was a warning.
The Third Prince was already a Xuanwu Realm cultivator, nearing thirty years of age, while Zhang Lingxiao and Zhan Wuji were merely eighteen-year-old Spiritual Martial Realm juniors.
Regardless of whether he suppressed his cultivation, this challenge was utterly shameless.
Ordinarily, Dongfang Hanshan would have rejected such an unreasonable request immediately.
Unfortunately...
The Third Prince's identity was far too sensitive.
After a brief silence, Dongfang Hanshan looked at the two youths.
"His Highness wishes to exchange pointers with you two little fellows. Are you willing?"
He deliberately emphasized the words little fellows, subtly reminding the Third Prince not to bully the younger generation.
The Third Prince naturally understood the hidden meaning.
Laughing confidently, he waved his hand.
"Rest assured, Sect Master. This Prince will suppress his cultivation to the same Realm as theirs."
Dongfang Hanshan nodded before turning toward Zhang Lingxiao and Zhan Wuji once more.
The two exchanged a glance before smiling simultaneously.
"Since Your Highness wishes to spar, how could we refuse?"
"Excellent!"
The Third Prince immediately leaped into the center of the hall like a great roc spreading its wings, landing gracefully before the two with an arrogant smile.
Although Qingyun Hall was spacious enough for the battle, fighting inside the Sect's main hall was undeniably disrespectful.
The Third Prince clearly didn't care.
He wasn't just ignoring the Qingyun Sect.
He was openly disregarding Dongfang Hanshan himself.
This was his way of issuing a warning.
Dongfang Hanshan's daughter...
He was determined to marry her.
Furthermore, he intended to pull Qingyun Sect onto his side, using its strength to help him compete for the position of Crown Prince of the Tianhuo Kingdom.
Dongfang Hanshan was furious, yet he could do nothing.
It wasn't the Third Prince's own strength that he feared.
It was the Tianhuo Imperial Family behind him.
The Human Emperor of Tianhuo was a genuine Heavenly Martial Realm expert.
Even Qingyun Sect's Grand Elder would be no match for such an existence.
Although the Qingyun Sect was considered a first-rate Sect within the kingdom, it was still insignificant compared to the royal family.
"Begin."
Dongfang Hanshan waved his sleeve.
A formation plate shot into the air, instantly expanding into a protective barrier that enveloped the battlefield.
"Heh... Sect Master Dongfang is truly cautious."
The Third Prince smiled before looking at the two young men.
"You may attack together."
Zhang Lingxiao and Zhan Wuji looked at one another.
Without hesitation, they nodded.
"Then we'll gladly accept Your Highness's invitation."
The instant they finished speaking...
Both attacked simultaneously.
Fight one-on-one?
What a joke.
Since the Third Prince had personally invited them to attack together, why would they refuse such a wonderful opportunity?
If he wanted to show off...
Then they'd beat him together.
Boom!
"Primordial Sky-Shattering Fist!"
Zhang Lingxiao struck first.
An enormous fist condensed from Spiritual Qi roared toward the Third Prince like a falling mountain.
"Limitless Fist Art!"
At almost the same moment, Zhan Wuji threw out a domineering punch of his own.
Two overwhelming fist shadows tore through the air simultaneously.
The Third Prince's expression finally changed.
The power contained within each fist exceeded his expectations.
Even if his cultivation had been suppressed to the same Realm, receiving both attacks head-on would not be easy.
Bang!
The collision erupted like thunder.
Forced to defend hastily, the Third Prince was blasted several steps backward before crashing against the formation barrier.
A violent tremor spread through his body.
His blood churned, and even his internal organs shook slightly.
His pupils narrowed.
These two...
Their fist techniques were no weaker than his own Earth Rank Martial Art!
Outside the barrier, Dongfang Hanshan almost burst into laughter.
"Excellent!"
"Beat him properly!"
"Does he really think suppressing his cultivation makes him invincible?"
"Hmph! After losing to juniors, let's see if he still has the face to force this marriage!"
...
Inside the barrier, the battle intensified.
Realizing these two were far stronger than ordinary disciples, the Third Prince immediately summoned his Spiritual Artifact.
It was an exquisite folding fan.
An Earth Rank Spiritual Artifact.
Seeing this, Zhang Lingxiao sneered inwardly.
So much for the royal prince.
After only one exchange, he had already been forced to rely on his Spiritual Artifact.
Without hesitation, Zhang Lingxiao also summoned his weapon.
The Profound Rank Tianji Sword.
"Your Highness..."
"Please guide me!"
With a swing of his sword, a sharp Sword Qi shot toward the Third Prince.
"And don't forget me!"
Zhan Wuji laughed loudly as he drew his saber and unleashed a blazing saber arc.
Sword Qi and saber light arrived almost simultaneously.
The Third Prince snorted coldly.
His fan was an Earth Rank Spiritual Artifact.
How could a mere Profound Rank sword compare?
"First Form—Burn!"
The folding fan slashed through the air.
A flaming blade of Spiritual Qi erupted forward while the Third Prince simultaneously used his movement technique to evade their attacks.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
Zhan Wuji roared.
His saber flashed twice, instantly sealing off the Third Prince's retreat.
At the same moment, Zhang Lingxiao poured Spiritual Qi into the Tianji Sword.
The sword trembled violently.
An astonishing Sword Intent began gathering around its blade.
"Heavenly Fiend Sword!"
Boom!!
Outside the barrier, Dongfang Hanshan, who had been enjoying the spectacle, suddenly shot to his feet.
His expression changed dramatically.
The power behind Zhang Lingxiao's sword strike had completely exceeded what a Fifth Heaven Spiritual Martial Realm cultivator should possess.
Even more shocking...
Within that sword strike, Dongfang Hanshan sensed the faint presence of genuine Sword Intent.
His pupils contracted.
"The Third Prince is in danger!"