Chapter 447: I Didn't See Anything, You Guys Continue

"What are you all crowding around this fool for?" Nangong Zhuo, seeing the scene before him, couldn't help but roar, "Seize that wretched girl!"

At last, a few of the frenzied Wentian Sword Palace disciples turned their gazes toward Jiang Xiaoyue.

Then, with a furious howl, they charged madly at Jiang Xiaoyue.

Jiang Xiaoyu merely raised her little hand.

A pale blue spiritual light rose from the ground, and the charging Wentian Sword Palace disciples, as if encountering a ghostly barrier, spun in place within the circle of light.

The Demon Trapping Curse!

The divine beast, now relieved of many attackers, felt its pressure suddenly lessen. A scorching pillar of fire shot from its mouth, instantly roasting several cultivators, who screamed in agony.

Nangong Zhuo's face grew darker by the moment.

He had always thought that this little princess of the Jiang family, aside from being a glutton and hailing from the Jiang clan, was utterly worthless—her cultivation and strength negligible, with no word ever heard of her training. She wasn't even on the same level as geniuses like them.

And after being missing for so long, who knew if she had practiced at all? Cultivation was like sailing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall back. In his eyes, what was there to care about in such a young girl who didn't train properly?

If not for her Jiang lineage, he wouldn't have spared her a glance.

But now...

Nangong Zhuo's expression turned grave. He finally shed his contempt and said slowly, "I admit your strength is worthy of the Jiang bloodline. Indeed, if you cultivate a few more years, you might contend for the title of the strongest young generation."

He let out a furious roar, and beside him, the black miniature sword let out a sharp, resonant cry.

That sword cry was piercingly shrill, an eerie sound that seemed to seep into the mind, each shriek like demonic notes boring into the brain. Beside him, even Li Lanruo, desperately reciting the Ice Heart Mantra, found it hard to resist.

"I'll say it one more time," Nangong Zhuo said, his face grim, as if on the verge of eruption. "Hand over this woman of the Li family."

"Oh, why are you so annoying?!" Jiang Xiaoyue, instead of arguing further, imitated Boss Fang's gesture when playing as Dante in Devil May Cry 3—she hooked her fingers, taunting him to score some points first.

Very dashing, she had already learned Boss Fang's tricks well.

"..." Nangong Zhuo was dumbfounded, hardly believing his eyes.

Even Li Lanruo beside him was stunned.

When Nangong Zhuo came to his senses, he was like a powder keg ignited. Not only did she refuse to hand over the person, but she also taunted him?!

Most importantly, that taunting gesture was exactly like Boss Fang's when he broke the Nan Gong Nine Questions Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.

This suggested that this girl was likely connected to the killer who slaughtered over a hundred of the Nangong family.

Because... they both used the Dante-style taunt.

"An ignorant, arrogant little girl," Nangong Zhuo said with a fierce look. "I meant to show your Jiang family some respect, but you, this brat, don't know when to yield. Today, I'll teach you who can be provoked and who cannot!"

"Crack!"

Nangong Zhuo's palm slashed across the sword's edge, leaving a shocking bloodstain. A thunderclap exploded above, casting his face in ghastly pallor. His disheveled hair danced in the black wind, mingling with his pale cheeks and the glaring blood, making this tall young man look like a demon from hell.

"Can you feel it? This power!" Nangong Zhuo's aura suddenly surged. Around him, a murky, black mist seemed to solidify into substance.

The immense power caused the surrounding rocks and trees to burst inexplicably, then crumble inch by inch into dust.

His face now twisted like a demon's, he cackled, "Who would have thought that for a little girl like you, I'd have to unleash my true strength? You should be proud!"

"Now, let me show you why the Wentian Sword Palace stands atop the clans!" He clasped his hands before his chest, gathering that vast power. "As the only genius of the Nangong family in a thousand years who can perfectly wield the sacred sword from the Sword Tomb without fear of becoming a sword slave, today, I'll show you how vast the gap between us truly is!"

"Slash!"

With a mighty roar, a terrifying black sword light fell like a thunderbolt!

Boom!

A deafening crash split the earth, carving a deep chasm across the ground.

...

Several hundred meters from Jiang Xiaoyue, dozens of cultivators from Nangong's faction lay scattered on the ground.

"So powerful a sword aura!" The white-clad woman was startled. "Oh no, Nangong Zhuo has gone all out! We must go save her!"

"What is Nangong Zhuo thinking?" The green-clad girl also frowned. "Does he want to start a war between the two clans?"

...

But where the sword struck, no one was to be seen.

"Quick on your feet!" Nangong Zhuo snorted coldly. Jiang Xiaoyue had already flashed to the side, breathing slightly heavily, clearly struggling to dodge that blow.

"Let's see how many times you can dodge!" Nangong Zhuo bellowed, striking again with his sword!

"Hmph!" Jiang Xiaoyue snorted. "Fine then, I'll reluctantly let you witness the Immortal Wind and Cloud Body, the Drunken Immortal Moon-Gazing Step, and the Celestial Battle Qi!"

The wind howled, sand and stones flew. Suddenly, the flying rocks around Jiang Xiaoyue froze.

Then, the surrounding gravel seemed to be crushed to dust by an invisible, fierce aura!

She raised her long sword, her form becoming as elusive as wind and cloud. Nangong Zhuo's second strike missed instantly, and by then, Jiang Xiaoyue was behind him.

In the original game, Legend of Sword and Fairy, the Immortal Wind and Cloud Body and the Drunken Immortal Moon-Gazing Step were among the ultimate techniques taught by the Drunken Sword Immortal when Li Xiaoyao entered the Locked Demon Tower, second only to the Drunken God. In the original game, the Drunken Immortal Moon-Gazing Step combined with the Celestial Battle Qi had a terrifying attack power surpassing even the Sword God. Add the Immortal Wind and Cloud Body's agility, and it was like stopping gods in their tracks.

Now, even with the system's restored versions of these skills, more grounded in reality, their power would not be much weaker.

Paired with Jing Tian's close-combat sword techniques, even if only a fraction of the essence was learned...

The entire arena turned misty white, sword light flashing.

Three minutes later...

"Pfft—!" Nangong Zhuo spat blood, his face already drenched in gore. Even so, he hadn't landed a single blow!

"Hmph! So much talk, and now you've seen the Celestial Battle Qi, the Drunken Immortal Moon-Gazing Step, and the Immortal Wind and Cloud Body?" Jiang Xiaoyue snorted proudly. "I still have plenty of moves left to show you. Here comes the Wandering Immortal's Divine Sword!"

"Ah—!" From the forest came a series of agonized screams.

"We're here!" Two women rushed in, swords in hand.

They stopped at the scene, dumbfounded.

"!!??"

Nangong Zhuo, his face covered in blood, reached out a hand. Seeing them, his expression lit up with hope: "Save..."

"I didn't see anything. Carry on." Their faces twitched, and they vanished in an instant.

Then the white-clad woman slipped back and added, "I'll keep watch outside. If someone comes, I'll let you know."

And she was gone again.

Nangong Zhuo: "!!!!"

His face turned completely green.

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