The First Lackey Under The Empress

On the dueling stage.

As Zhao Du'an mimicked Chai Keqiao, his body as light as a leaf, the scene of the fight became bizarre.

The three-eyed little monk stood rooted like an old pine, stubbornly staying outside the attack radius of the Tai'a Sword.

His knees slightly bent, his waist exerting force, he wielded the Six Paths Staff, thick as a sword hilt but with an end as thick as a bowl, with impressive power within the limited space.

In an instant, the sky was filled with illusory afterimages of the long staff, while Zhao Du'an was light and weightless, perfectly dodging every attack.

No… this isn't dodging, but going with the flow… whenever my weapon gets close to him, the disturbed airflow blows him away… the ordinary-faced Tianhai thought in astonishment.

He inexplicably recalled a boring moment from his childhood, sitting under a large tree in the temple, reaching out to catch falling leaves, which he could never grasp.

Tianhai didn't know what kind of movement technique this was, but he knew that prolonging this would only exhaust himself more.

"Dodge? Let's see where you can dodge!"

He shouted coldly, suddenly taking a deep breath.

On his exposed arms, the smooth muscle lines bulged and swelled as if inflated.

In an instant, the countless staff shadows doubled in number!

Even a falling leaf couldn't avoid the thousands of Buddha hands coming from all directions.

Moreover, Zhao Du'an's seemingly mysterious movements were ultimately not as light as a real autumn leaf.

As the little monk roared, his attack intensified, his rhythm was forcibly disrupted, and he struggled even more, eventually being grazed by the Six Paths Staff.

"Clang!"

However, the expected scene of broken bones and tendons did not occur.

The moment the long staff swept across his body, a streak of radiant light suddenly flashed across Zhao Du'an's exposed skin.

The radiant light was like fire, seemingly burning, instantly flowing through his entire body, forming a protective energy shield.

This was the first nameless technique he learned from Old Xu.

After advancing to the Divine Chapter realm, it had also greatly improved, becoming much thicker than a simple energy-constructed shield.

--Considering the rules of the arena, he did not bring the "Six Talisman Armor".

As expected, the Six Paths Staff swept Zhao Du'an back from his "falling leaf" state to reality.

Zhao Du'an only used the force to lightly tap the ground with his boots, sliding out two long, faint scratch marks, and regaining his balance.

A flush of red rose to his face and then dissipated, and the stone slab under his feet cracked like a spider web, spreading in all directions.

He actually used his inner strength to transfer the terrifying force of the rebound to the earth.

"Lord Zhao's movement technique has been broken!"

"What a fierce monk!"

In the crowd.

Haitang hugged her shoulders, staring intently at the light screen, her expression anxious:

"Can he do it? Is that Ancestral Sword he's holding just for show? Slash that baldy!"

Zhang Han, as a master swordsman, shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"The power of the Tai'a Sword is undeniable, but the problem is that Zhao Du'an has only just entered the Divine Chapter realm and is touching this sword for the first time, so he can't unleash even a thousandth of the sword's power.

On the other hand, although Tianhai hasn't truly mastered the Six Paths Staff, he can freely shrink and extend it as if it were an extension of his arm, which is a manifestation of skilled control. The same weapon, used for a long time, is vastly different from a monk's unfamiliar use."

On the viewing platform, Eunuch Hai and Xue Shence, two experts, also saw the drawbacks.

They realized that the greatest use of the Tai'a Sword in Zhao Du'an's hands right now was only to forcibly elevate his cultivation by a level, allowing him to match Tianhai.

But it was not enough to achieve a crushing victory solely based on the weapon.

"Lord Zhao probably understands this as well, therefore, he seems to be dodging and defending, but in reality, he is consuming Tianhai's magical power. He already suffered some damage in his fight with Jin Jian, so it's a good tactic…"

Xue Shence analyzed keenly, acting as a commentator.

The surrounding civil officials, who didn't understand, suddenly realized, thinking that Lord Zhao was indeed black-bellied, even fighting with ulterior motives.

Eunuch Hai kept staring at the battle, and suddenly said at this moment:

"That little monk has seen through it. Look, he's changing his method."

…

On the stage.

The little monk Tianhai swept Zhao Du'an away with his staff, but did not continue to attack from a distance. Instead, he twisted his wrist, and the Six Paths Staff, covered in Sanskrit, expanded and contracted, returning to its original appearance, and he casually tossed it away.

Then, he bent his knees, and like a spring rising from dry land, he leaped up and kicked one end of the Six Paths Staff hard with his right leg.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the Six Paths Staff was like a slender missile filled with power.

Vast magical power poured into the weapon, and the brass metal weapon instantly became scorching hot, steaming white vapor from the humid air.

Then, the Six Paths Staff fell from the sky at a terrifying speed, in the blink of an eye.

The end of the staff, trailing a thin white line as it rubbed against the air.

Danger!!

At this moment, Zhao Du'an felt a strong sense of crisis.

In a hurry, within his Qi Sea, the Qi energy that had expanded into a illusory "ocean" after advancing to the Divine Chapter realm rotated in cycles, releasing powerful kinetic energy through the Dragon Soul's breathing.

As if a hot engine was exerting force, it gathered all the Qi and blood in his body towards his lower back, forcibly pushing his body to shift.

Externally, Zhao Du'an's abdomen seemed to be pushed by a force out of nowhere, avoiding the Six Paths Staff falling from the sky.

"Boom!"

The end of the hexagonal prism-shaped staff pierced into the ground, directly sinking in halfway.

Zhao Du'an regained his senses and suddenly looked up, only to see the monk Tianhai following closely behind like a meteorite, his fists like drums, like Mount Tai pressing down.

This was the real killing move!

After abandoning long-range attacks, Tianhai chose close combat.

--As long as it's close enough, even a long sword can't be used!

However, Zhao Du'an seemed to have expected this, and the arm holding the Tai'a Sword behind his back suddenly swept out, chopping down vertically!

The black and red patterns depicted on the slender hilt of the divine weapon slashed down silently, but the scattered sword energy made Tianhai feel a piercing pain in his brow.

As if it were about to split open.

The little monk Tianhai didn't dodge or avoid, his eyes suddenly calm and unwavering. As he fell in mid-air, he clasped his hands together and raised them above his head.

"Buddhist Golden Bell Shield!"

Buzz. A light golden ancient bell-shaped energy shield suddenly expanded, rotating half a circle around him, blocking the Tai'a Sword outside.

"Sizzling--"

The dense, scattered sword energy shattered on the Golden Bell Shield, splashing up a hazy mist of light.

The Tai'a Sword was blocked for a moment, then, with a "crack" sound.

On the Golden Bell Shield, which had withstood Jin Jian's full-strength spell in the previous fight without breaking, a crack as thick as a finger suddenly burst open at the tip of the sword, spreading like a spider web.

The next second, it shattered into countless pieces.

Tianhai's expression changed slightly, but he did not dodge or retreat.

Instead, with a thought, the Six Paths Staff rooted in the earth lifted itself and flew over, blocking the Tai'a Sword's slash with a "clang".

"What a powerful weapon…"

Countless martial artists in the audience flashed with fervor and greed, especially those who practiced the way of the sword, who found it difficult to restrain their inner desires.

Under the premise that Zhao Du'an was unable to drive its true power, the Tai'a Sword could break the Buddhist Golden Bell Shield with just its sharp and sturdy body…

The power of the divine weapon was evident.

"It is said that six hundred years ago, Emperor Taizu once held the Tai'a Sword and cut off half of Mount Wu with one sword. Although the rumors may be exaggerated, they are probably not far off."

The scheming little princess Xu Junling was stunned.

She suddenly understood a little why some of the "Eight Kings" had different thoughts about the throne.

Not to mention the throne and power, the foundation of their Xu dynasty was already terrifyingly solid.

Anyone who could ascend the throne and become emperor, wearing the yellow robe, even if their cultivation was a little worse, not as good as the imperial sister, could also use the Emperor's Dragon Qi to control the divine weapon and join the ranks of the world's strong.

She couldn't help but think, one Zhao Du'an holding a sword was enough to fight Tianhai.

Then, what kind of demeanor did her imperial sister, the Third Princess at the time of the Xuanmen coup, have?

And just as she was distracted, the battle situation changed again.

Tianhai drove the Six Paths Staff to block the Tai'a Sword's edge, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and without warning, he struck out with a palm!

"Buddhist Vajra Palm!"

Outside the shield, Gongshu Tianyuan's fat face trembled, "Brother Zhao is in danger."

However, what was unexpected was that Zhao Du'an showed no panic, and the hand that was not holding the sword also opened his five fingers almost simultaneously, pressing towards Tianhai.

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky above the arena seemed to be disturbed, causing an autumn rain to fall.

In the Martial God Diagram, Old Xu once used a palm "Inverted Galaxy" to make the stars fall, and the night recede.

With the Tai'a Sword, Zhao Du'an could barely shake the clouds slightly.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the two suddenly clashed palms.

First there was silence, and then, violent turbulence splashed out in all directions, centered on the palms of the two.

Zhao Du'an and Tianhai felt the gale at the same time. The former's hair was blown into disarray, flying backward, while the latter's yellow silk ribbon on his head fluttered like a banner.

The two seemed to swallow a mouthful of air each, their cheeks bulging. They retreated almost simultaneously, their weapons separating as well.

This time, Zhao Du'an once again used the "Falling Leaf Footwork," drifting out a dozen feet lightly and landing steadily.

The moment he landed, the hem of his robe shattered with a "snap," the broken corners scattering. Even the light罩 behind him trembled violently several times.

"Thump, thump, thump…"

Tianhai's feet continuously stomped on the ground, retreating a full dozen feet before stabilizing his body. On the ground in front of him, a string of footprints indented into the ground was clearly left behind.

The cold autumn rain passed unhindered through the罩 that only weakened and blocked the mana and Qi, equally drenching the two confronting each other in the arena.

… …

Outside the arena.

The onlookers stared intently at the stage, captivated by the fierce exchange just now, holding their breaths. Only now did they remember to breathe again.

"Huff…"

You Jinhua held onto the railing, her hand unconsciously applying force, pinching her daughter until she grimaced. The woman still found it difficult to calm the tension in her heart.

Heaven knows, she was almost scared into shouting just now. Fortunately, Zhao Pan pinched her fleshy thigh hard in time, preventing her from losing her composure in public.

The civil officials, led by the "Female Prime Minister" Mo Chou, felt their hearts skip a beat.

It was as if they were the ones standing on the stage, having just experienced a tense and exciting fight.

"It seems that Envoy Zhao has gradually adapted," the Minister of Rites tentatively asked.

Xue Shence nodded. This Great Yu military god was also completely astonished.

He hadn't anticipated that Zhao Du'an's martial arts foundation was much stronger than expected.

Beside him.

Ma Yan was not surprised.

Only he knew best how many times Zhao Du'an had sought out the Jisi for sparring in the past two months. The so-called weakness in fighting experience had been greatly improved.

Moreover, Tianhai had already fought a fierce battle with Jin Jian before, and his style and techniques had been completely exposed, while Zhao Du'an was still mysterious.

He was about to explain a few words when he suddenly let out a soft "Huh."

He saw that under Tianhai's feet on the stage, where he was holding the Six Paths Staff, the rain-soaked ground suddenly solidified into white frost.

Strands of cold air were silently released from around him.

At each of the indented footprints on the ground, wisps of cold mist overflowed.

"Crack, crack…"

People were surprised to see that the cold rain on Tianhai's instep suddenly congealed into ice, and it quickly surged upward, along his legs, reaching his waist, lower abdomen, chest, neck in the blink of an eye…

Finally, his face went numb, and a thin layer of ice covered most of his face.

On the little monk's iron-blue face, his eyes stared fixedly at Zhao Du'an, who was smiling not far away. He suddenly spat out a small mouthful of blood, and that bright red blood even contained traces of ice shards!

"You… just now…"

Tianhai widened his eyes and said intermittently.

Zhao Du'an held the Tai'a Sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally downward, his left hand behind his back, clenching his fist tightly. Drops of blood overflowed from the palm of his fist, falling…

Obviously, in the palm strike just now, both of them had suffered internal injuries.

However, Tianhai's injuries were clearly more severe.

"That's right, you wouldn't think that my palm strike just now was as simple as it seemed on the surface, would you?" Zhao Du'an smiled.

He really wanted to go up and finish him off immediately, instead of talking nonsense.

But the surging Qi and blood in his body made him give up this somewhat reckless move.

Back then, Lao Xu took him into the snowy plains outside the Mubel Forest and taught him a "Cloud Swallowing and Breathing Technique."

Zhao Du'an learned it mediocrely, feeling that its power was limited, but he did learn to convert the Qi in his body into Frost True Qi.

When he struck palms just now, he took the opportunity to inject strands of Frost into the little monk's body, stacking the two martial skills together, doubling the effect.

"…" Tianhai was silent for a moment, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

He lowered his head, raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and said:

"It seems that you have taken advantage of me."

Please don't say that, I'm only interested in women… Zhao Du'an stalled for time while suppressing the injuries in his body:

"Hehe, then why don't you just admit defeat, save yourself from fighting again."

Admit defeat? Based on you?

Tianhai sneered. He was still hanging his head, holding the Six Paths Staff in his left hand, clearing his throat a couple of times, but he laughed:

"You think you can win me like this? Or are you saying that after seeing my battle with Jin Jian, you think I have no more trump cards?"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his right hand, reached behind his head, grabbed the yellow silk ribbon wrapped around his forehead, slowly raised his head, his eyes cold:

"Didn't you say you wanted to see my third eye? Today, I will grant your wish."

After a pause, the little monk suddenly grinned, smiled, and said:

"However, once the Compassionate Eye is activated, I will not be able to fully control it. If you do not retreat, I cannot guarantee that I can hold back."

"Is that a threat?"

Zhao Du'an narrowed his eyes, clenched the hilt of his sword, and said:

"Coincidentally, I have never taken threats well. Moreover, if the Tai'a Sword in my hand starts killing people, I can't hold back either."

Tianhai seemed to be provoked. He did not believe Zhao Du'an's warning. He no longer hesitated and forcefully tore off the yellow silk ribbon!

In an instant, a strange, tightly closed vertical eye in the center of the little monk's forehead was exposed to everyone's eyes.

Hua—

A continuous exclamation broke out in the crowd, but it was not out of fear, but out of curiosity.

People in the capital had long heard of Tianhai's vertical pupil. Now that they finally got to see it, how could they not be excited?

On the Shenlong Temple viewing platform, Bianji's face changed, and he thought to himself that things were going badly:

"This is troublesome, troublesome."

He quietly moved closer to the arena, preparing to take action at any time and forcibly rescue him—only a few people in Shenlong Temple knew that Tianhai's erratic temperament, often killing people, was not entirely his true nature.

But when he opened that "Vertical Pupil," his entire personality would change drastically.

Accompanying it was the power contained in the vertical pupil, derived from the deity "Ksitigarbha," comparable to the full-strength strike of the "Worldly Realm."

Every time the vertical pupil was used, his character would become more extreme, so even in the fight with Jin Jian, he tried his best not to activate it.

But at this moment, as the little monk was provoked.

The "seal" was lifted.

On the stage, Zhao Du'an, isolated from the noise outside the arena, instantly felt that he was locked on.

He felt a sense of powerlessness, as if no matter how he dodged or resisted, it would be useless.

In his vision, as the silk cloth fell off, the third vertical pupil wriggled and trembled on its own, and then suddenly bloomed!

Revealing a faint, emerald-green color, a vertical pupil as indifferent as a god!

"Boom—"

In the next second, without any warning, a thumb-thick, pure golden Buddha light shot out from the vertical pupil, condensing into a beam of strong light.

Before Zhao Du'an could react at all, it struck him directly in the chest!

With a roar, the clothes on Zhao Du'an's chest instantly shattered, turning to ashes. A thick layer of Xia Guang Gang Qi on his skin was actually pierced through, leaving a steaming hole, with torn skin and flesh in the hole!

Pain!

Zhao Du'an only felt a burst of pain, and his upright body staggered backward.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep, only burning through the surface of the skin, not penetrating deeply, and the melted Xia Guang quickly and frantically made up for it, re-stabilizing the Gang Qi shield.

However, with just this one attack, the Qi in his Qi Sea was consumed by a large amount.

"Again!"

Tianhai was as indifferent as a celestial being, and a second beam of Buddha light shot out from the vertical pupil again!

"Clang!"

This time, it was blocked by the body of the Tai'a Sword!

The terrifying Buddha light struck the sword body, only splashing a circle of ripples. The sword body was not damaged at all.

However, the resulting force of the backlash still caused Zhao Du'an to retreat several steps before barely stabilizing his body.

Tianhai stood in place. At this moment, he seemed to have lost his "expression," becoming an emotionless mechanical god.

He said calmly: "Again."

This time, the Buddha light struck out in an instant. Zhao Du'an once again used Tai'a to block most of it, and his body retreated again and again, almost reaching the edge of the arena.

But there was still stray Buddha light that pierced through the Gang Qi on his body, accompanied by sizzling sounds.

In his Qi Sea, the Qi that was already consumed in the intense fighting fell sharply again.

He silently calculated that he could only block one more beam of Buddha light at most, and he would lose the ability to fight again!

… …

"Lord Zhao!"

On the viewing platform, the court officials were shocked. They did not expect that in the blink of an eye, the situation would be reversed, and the little monk's third eye was so powerful.

Even if the inner "worldly" realm power was dispersed into beams of Buddhist light and released in installments, it would be enough to defeat Zhao Du'an!

"Is this Tianhai's trump card? How can he carry..."

Xue Shence's expression changed slightly. He clearly felt that the power contained in that vertical pupil was not of the "Divine Chapter" realm at all.

"Worldly! That vertical pupil contains the magic power of the Worldly Realm!"

Ma Yan blurted out, his face extremely unsightly.

Worldly Realm... Mo Zhaorong and Xu Junling's expressions also changed. They didn't understand cultivation, but that didn't mean they didn't understand what it meant.

"Concede!"

Eunuch Hai's eyelids twitched wildly. He used a secret sound transmission to force these two words into Zhao Du'an's ears from afar.

"D郎!" In the noble ladies' area, You Jinhua finally lost her composure and stood up, letting out a wail.

Zhao Pan beside her also bit her silver teeth tightly. She didn't understand cultivation, but she could see that the situation on the field was a one-sided crush!

In an instant.

Countless gazes were cast around the arena, looking at the little monk who was like a god, delivering judgment.

And then seeing the embarrassed "King Yama Zhao" who was trying his best to support himself, almost kneeling, and had been forced to the edge of the arena, the difference was obvious!

...

Deep within the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Xu Zhenguan saw this scene and suddenly stood up, looking at the Old Celestial Master in shock. The Empress's eyes were worried, and she quickly said:

"Please, Celestial Master, stop this battle."

As the Emperor of Great Yu, she could not rashly appear and forcibly intervene.

But Zhang Yanyi, as a neutral party, could.

However, the Old Celestial Master glanced at the seemingly embarrassed Zhao in the light curtain and said:

"Your Majesty, please be patient and watch."

"Celestial Master, We..."

Zhang Yanyi smiled, his tone filled with strong confidence:

"Your Majesty, do you not trust this old man? Rest assured, if this Zhao小子 has an accident outside my Celestial Master's Mansion, I might as well take off this 'Celestial Master' title."

"...This."

Xu Zhenguan calmed down and finally sat down, but when she looked at the water screen again, she was stunned, because Zhao Du'an had once again closed his eyes.

...

"Old Xu, you said you'd give me this sword?" In a small town inn at the foot of Green Mountain.

The light of the setting sun shone in through the open window, along with the wind from the East Sea.

Zhao Du'an held the Tai'a Sword, his expression strange:

"Don't mess around. Don't think I'm ignorant. The Tai'a Sword is clearly the sword you wore after you ascended the throne, a remarkable divine weapon.

Well... although its foundation is definitely not as good as the Celestial Master's Mansion's Heavenly Book or something, it's not something I can take.

Moreover, it represents your Xu family's dynasty, like the jade seal. Can it be given to anyone casually? Stop fooling me."

He wasn't sure if the Old Xu in front of him could understand his complaints.

But he was basically certain that what was recorded in the 'Martial God Diagram' was a modified version of a documentary, a thing that the Great Yu's Founding Emperor came up with when he was old and looking back on the first half of his life.

Therefore, there were all kinds of logical bugs in it. For example, when they were in the desert and snowfields, Old Xu was terribly strong, which corresponded to the Founding Emperor in his later years.

But when they arrived at the East Sea, Martial Emperor City, and set foot on Green Mountain, the Old Xu in front of him fell to his younger, true martial strength.

As for the "Tai'a Sword" in his hand, which shouldn't have appeared in this time and space, it was even more of a product of logical bugs.

"Hehe, you can't take it now, but if you can get its approval outside, or inherit my Dragon Soul, you can take it."

Old Xu said calmly.

"Wait... did you only say these words to me, or did you say them to everyone who entered the Martial God Diagram..." Zhao Du'an weakly complained.

He was a little panicked.

Because he did inherit Old Xu's Dragon Soul, and he also inherited this half-step Martial God that he had obtained in his life.

Old Xu ignored him, stood up from the tub, dried his body, put on his clothes, and said:

"Come with me."

"Where to..."

"Take you to see the sea."

Zhao Du'an was stunned. He remembered that Old Xu had said in the snowfield that he would take him to see it.

But after arriving in the town, he hadn't left the town for a single step.

So... is it because I'm finally going to finish the 'Martial God Diagram'? A plot similar to the end of the game?

Zhao Du'an was lost in thought, holding the Tai'a Sword, and followed Old Xu. The two left the inn and walked towards Green Mountain in the sunset.

On the way, Zhao Du'an looked around at the scenery and discussed with him:

"Well... if you really promise to give me the sword, it's not impossible... but it's really difficult. Your Xu family's descendants will definitely not agree to give the treasure to an outsider, right?"

"So, I have a small suggestion. What do you say, if I become your Xu family's son-in-law, wouldn't I be considered one of the family, and would it be in accordance with the rules? That way, your promise can be fulfilled, and then your Xu family's descendants should be able to accept it while holding their noses..."

Zhao Du'an babbled all the way, but Old Xu ignored him at all.

"Hey, Old Xu, have you noticed that the sun isn't setting?" Zhao Du'an finally felt something was wrong.

The world seemed to freeze at this moment, the sunset forever fixed on the scene hanging on the horizon.

The people in the town also disappeared.

And when Old Xu took him up Green Mountain, he found that there were no creatures on the mountain.

The whole world was silent, like a puppet show that suddenly stopped.

Only two men, one big and one small, huffed and puffed, and finally climbed to the top of the mountain after an unknown amount of time.

They arrived at a cliff on the top of the mountain.

The cliff was empty, with the golden sunset behind it, and the endless East Sea in front of it.

Zhao Du'an sat down on the ground with a thud, holding the sword, panting, and blowing the sea breeze, like a dog with its tongue out:

"Well, it's a magnificent sea, I saw it, then what?"

Zhao Du'an was emotionally stable. Unlike the people in this world, he had not only seen the sea in his previous life, but also taken airplanes and gone to the sky... So, he lacked some shock.

He was more concerned about what Old Xu was selling in his gourd.

Beside him, the disheveled, burly Founding Emperor of Great Yu looked at the East Sea, the sea breeze blowing his wild black hair.

It slapped randomly on his shoulders.

Old Xu looked at the endless sea with vicissitudes of life, and said loudly:

"I'll teach you a sword technique. I'll only demonstrate it once."

Zhao Du'an quickly perked up, stood up, and offered the Tai'a Sword with both hands.

Old Xu grabbed the Tai'a with his big hand, without any demeanor of a master, or a posture of accumulating strength, but just said casually:

"Watch carefully, learn as much as you can."

After a pause, he slowly uttered the name of the sword technique:

"Opening the Sky."

The next second, Old Xu slashed the vast East Sea with his sword. The wind and dust and sweat of traveling thousands of miles in the world were integrated into this sword.

Silently, the sea separated to both sides with the sword pointing as the center, and hundreds of millions of tons of seawater rose high to both sides, condensing into towering city walls.

Exposing a line of sky-like seabed.

One sword opened the sky, one sword broke the sea.

Zhao Du'an stood with the sun behind him, staring blankly at this scene.

Coming back to his senses in a trance, he saw Old Xu next to him smile at him, his lips moved, as if he said something, and then, the whole person disappeared like a bubble.

On the cliff of Green Mountain, only Zhao Du'an was left alone, holding the sword in his hand.

...

On the arena.

Zhao Du'an opened his eyes, looked into the distance, and saw the little monk Tianhai, whose feet were floating off the ground and whose hands were clasped together, like the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

In the center of Tianhai's brow, Buddhist light in the vertical pupil once again crazily gathered like lightning and jade pulp, and it seemed that it would shoot out in the next second.

However...

Zhao Du'an just calmly handed out the Tai'a Sword.

His lips moved, and he slowly uttered the words:

"Opening the Sky!"

...

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[This chapter is a two-in-one, there will be no second chapter tonight, see you all tomorrow]

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