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The Barbarian King Tadamir, the heir to the power of the Ancient Barbarian God, possessed incredible superhuman abilities. On the other hand, Sword Saint Yi Master was no ordinary figure either. Obsessed with Limitless Swordsmanship, he was a man capable of wielding Wind Shadow. The clash between these two was something everyone eagerly anticipated.
Would it be the Barbarian King's great sword that shattered the heavens, or would Sword Saint Yi Master's long sword prove to be superior?
At that moment, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Barbarian King swung his blade downward with a force that seemed to press down like a mountain, leaving everyone astonished.
Master Yi's expression changed slightly; he sensed that this strike would not be easy to handle. However, being a master in his own right, he had some skills. He raised his long sword lightly and held it horizontally in front of him, managing to withstand the blow from Barbarian King Tadamir.
"Impressive sword technique!" Master Yi remarked as he sheathed his long sword.
"You're not bad yourself!" the Barbarian King replied in agreement.
Suddenly, Master Yi's long sword moved like lightning as he vanished into thin air, shouting loudly, "Alpha, ambush!"
The Barbarian King's face changed dramatically. Before he could react, Master Yi's sneaky figure appeared behind him.
"Ha!"
Master Yi launched a surprise attack on the Barbarian King's back without holding back. He raised his long sword and struck repeatedly at the Barbarian King's back.
However, the Barbarian King was tough-skinned and strong; after several strikes from Master Yi, not even a scratch appeared on his skin. The resilience of the Barbarian King left Master Yi feeling frustrated.
"I'm done! I'm done! You monster with your tough skin—I can't hurt you!" Master Yi exclaimed angrily as he sheathed his long sword.
The Barbarian King turned around with a grin and teased, "My Barbarians' Bloodline is invincible. Your so-called Alpha ambush probably couldn't even knock off a flower."
"Don't provoke me!"
Master Yi snorted coldly and nonchalantly lifted a chrysanthemum with his sword, muttering in frustration, "Here I am with Limitless Swordsmanship, and all I can do is lift a flower—what a disgrace."
Ashe trembled, incredulously shouting at Master Yi, "Master Yi, you’ve messed with Zhao Yun’s chrysanthemums!"
"Huh?"
Master Yi was still processing the situation when the Barbarian King pointed at the chrysanthemums in his hand and said, "Aren't these the chrysanthemums grown by General Zhao Yun's grandson?"
Master Yi's eyes widened in realization, and he lamented, "Oh no, this is going to be trouble!"
Curiously, the Barbarian King asked, "What’s going on? Are you really afraid of a kid?"
To the Barbarian King, Zhao Yun seemed to be only in his fifties or sixties. How old could his grandson be? Why would Master Yi be so terrified of such a kid? Was there something remarkable about that child?
With a trembling voice, Master Yi stammered, "No, you shouldn’t underestimate him. He is a terrifying man; he has a poem that is well-known."
"What poem?" Barbarian King Tadamir asked, scratching his head in curiosity.
"Flowers of water and land, how many are loved? Song Zhou Dunyi alone loves the lotus. Since the Qin and Han dynasties, people have adored the peony. I alone love the chrysanthemum that emerges from the mud yet remains unstained, washing off filth while bowing low. It bends forward and stands straight; it neither attacks nor receives, fragrant at the perineum, enduring all day long. It can strike from afar but cannot be laid upon.
I say the chrysanthemum is the flower of filth; the peony is the flower of wealth; the lotus is the flower of gentlemen. Alas! The love for lotus is rarely heard since Zhou. Who shares my love for chrysanthemum? The love for peony is surely common!"
Upon hearing this, Barbarian King Tadamir's pupils involuntarily constricted as he stood there dumbfounded. His lips trembled as he said, "This... how is this possible? How can there be such a terrifying blue child?"
Master Yi awkwardly rubbed his backside, feeling an inner calm despite the turmoil.
Li Hong scratched his head and muttered to himself, "Which Zhao Yun could it be? Could it be General Zhao Yun of Debang? That makes sense; with the Sword Saint appearing, adding another Zhao Yun isn’t too far-fetched."
Could it be that all three leaders of the Barbarians have gathered? Li Hong pondered.
Just then, a young man radiating intense killing intent slowly approached the group.
As his footsteps echoed, everyone took three steps back, leaving only the Barbarian King and the Sword Saint standing in front.
Master Yi awkwardly smiled and said to Barbarian King Tadamir, "You go first; I'll cover you."
With that, Master Yi shamelessly stepped aside. Only the solitary Barbarian King remained, facing the approaching man.
"Are you Zhao Xin?" Barbarian King asked.
Despite trying to control his nervousness, Barbarian King couldn't help but tremble. Cold sweat dripped down his back, and his nerves were on edge.
The man opposite him flicked his long braid behind him and frowned as he asked, "Who are you? You know my name, Zhao Xin, yet you dare to ruin my carefully nurtured flower. You must pay for this."
"I am Taidamir, the Barbarian King of the Southern Region!" Barbarian King declared in a deep voice.
"I know you; my grandfather speaks highly of you. But no matter how powerful you are, it won't matter. You ruined my flower, so you'll have to compensate me," Zhao Xin said coldly as he removed the long spear from his back.
Barbarian King was taken aback, feeling a chill run down his spine. Angrily, he retorted, "I have no flowers to give; I only have my life!"
"Brave man! Too bad your struggles are in vain; the flower is mine!" A smirk appeared on Zhao Xin's face as he charged forward with his spear.
Barbarian King was alarmed; he hadn't expected this kid to be so fast. Previously, he thought Master Yi's Alpha ambush was incredibly quick. Yet now, Zhao Xin's spear strike was even faster by a margin.
Such astonishing speed left Barbarian King unable to track Zhao Xin's movements. The only thing he could do was brace himself defensively to avoid losing his precious flower.
Bloodlust surged through him as Barbarian King quietly activated his racial ability. In this moment of bloodlust, he became an invincible force.
"Ha!"
Zhao Xin shouted fiercely, and his spear moved like a flowing dragon, reaching Barbarian King's face in an instant. However, just as Barbarian King raised his great sword to defend against the strike, the spear's shadow vanished in an instant.
A tearing pain quickly spread throughout the body of the Barbarian King, who cursed the thief for his shamelessness! The great sword swung in an incredible arc, slicing through the air and striking Zhao Xin behind him.
Both men fell silent, and then a great sword and a spear clattered to the ground, producing a crisp metallic sound.
Zhao Xin gritted his teeth against the overwhelming shock within him, his lips trembling as he said, "This flower now belongs to me!"
The Barbarian King shuddered, his face pale as if he could not accept this cruel reality. He asked with a trembling voice, "You must be lying to me, right? I have activated the Barbarians' gift; at that moment, I was invincible. Your spear didn't even touch me!"
Zhao Xin felt a chill in his heart, knowing that his lie had been seen through by the Barbarian King.
"Your flower is more unbelievable than I imagined. In this round, you win!"
The Barbarian King's eyes turned red, and he trembled with excitement, tears streaming down his face as he exclaimed, "Hahaha, Ashe, did you see that? I preserved my virtue! I won! I won!"
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