Protect Our Clan Leader

Chapter 1636: Chapter 109: Wang Family Elites Display Their Prowess in a Foreign Land_2

The two top-tier Great Heavenly Prides are no more than a hundred or so years apart in age, each occupying the position of Overlord in their respective domains, showcasing the profound and terrifying heritage of the Wei King’s Mansion of the Great Zhou.

Currently, the Wei King’s Mansion is developing at an aggressive pace, faintly exhibiting signs of surpassing the Imperial Household. Furthermore, their ambitions now extend to nurturing a second Transcendent Void Realm cultivator alongside their existing legacy.

If the Wei King’s Mansion succeeds, it will undoubtedly dominate the Great Zhou Imperial Household in every aspect.

The Great Zhou Imperial Household is already weak, and its reliance on the backing of the main Immortal Dynasty veins is unreliable. If mismanaged, it wouldn’t be wholly impossible for the various prominent families of the Great Zhou to shift allegiances.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with Jiang Yuanwu.

His goal is to become the Sacred Master of one of the Two Sacred Lands of the Great Zhou, the East Martial Sacred Land, and to invigorate the Human race.

But for now, his immediate target is to defeat the so-called “White Clothed Phoenix King,” Wang Ningyu.

“Boom!”

A powerful aura surged from Jiang Yuanwu’s body.

In a flash, his figure shot out of the private box like a dazzling phoenix, landing on the arena with unparalleled sharpness and standing at a distance facing Wang Ningyu: “Brother Ningyu indeed has the qualifications to be my worthy opponent. Please enlighten me.”

“Brother Yuanwu is equally extraordinary. Please guide me,” Wang Ningyu said in a cold tone, his expression showing no change whatsoever.

With a gentle grip of his long, jade-like fingers akin to those of an artist, a longsword that appeared as icy yet as pure as jade materialized in his palm.

“This sword is called [Ice Soul], gifted to me by the ancestor I hold in the highest esteem.”

In the past two months, Wang Ningyu had not once wielded the Divine Spiritual Treasure Ice Soul Sword, underscoring his seriousness toward Jiang Yuanwu.

“Good, good, good.” Overjoyed, Jiang Yuanwu grabbed at the air, summoning a razor-sharp long blade into his hand, “This blade is named [Wave Slashing]. Brother Ningyu, be cautious.”

With that, he flicked his wrist, unleashing a slash.

The blade energy carried a domineering sharpness, charged with an essence akin to the Heavenly Dao that could shatter any obstacle before it.

“A fine blade, and impressive blade skills.”

Wang Ningyu’s eyes lit up as he struck out with his sword.

The sword energy surged, and the piercing cold it brought was as dense as a storm, trying to suppress Jiang Yuanwu completely.

His Sword Intent was entirely modeled after the style of Old Ancestor Longyan—sharp, domineering, unmatched in its brilliance.

As his Sword Intent rose, the entire arena was enveloped by swirling gusts of wind and snow.

Both men were Great Heavenly Prides. During their Heavenly Human Realm days, their bloodlines already reached the Fifth Layer, granting them Taoist Bodies. If their comprehension was strong enough, they could potentially even unleash Small Divine Powers. In terms of combat power, they were only slightly inferior to ordinary Purple Abode Realm cultivators.

As the battle between the two began, the arena was instantly filled with Sword and Blade Intent, overflowing with wild energies. Violent shockwaves continuously collided with the arena’s protective shield, and from time to time, Dharma Shadows would rise, emanating tremendous and fearsome auras.

For those without sharp enough eyes, all they could see was clusters of exploding, brilliant, and ferocious energy.

Thankfully, every martial dueling arena had advanced protective arrays in place, allowing both sides to fully display their abilities without endangering anyone outside.

The two were evenly matched in age, talent, and bloodline, making it impossible to determine a winner for quite some time.

On the outside, however, the onlookers were enthralled, utterly captivated, and increasingly excited. When the fight reached critical moments, the crowd couldn’t help but erupt into exclamations.

As the duel raged on, more and more spectators gathered around the arena. Meanwhile, the popularity of Jiang Yuanwu and Wang Ningyu kept rising, with even many who initially doubted Wang Ningyu, the White Clothed Phoenix King, beginning to respect him from the bottom of their hearts.

This battle lasted for a full two hours.

Only when both had exhausted nearly all their Mysterious Energy did they simultaneously disengage and, with mutual acknowledgment in their gazes, arrive at the same conclusion: “How about we count this as a draw?”

With their unanimous agreement, the Divine Realm Judges officially declared their duel a draw.

Following the battle, Jiang Yuanwu and Wang Ningyu developed a sense of mutual respect for each other. Jiang Yuanwu even extended an invitation: “Brother Ningyu, if you have spare time, come visit me at the Jing Duke’s Mansion. Yuanwu will do his utmost to host you.”

“Alright.”

Wang Ningyu agreed readily.

After the duel, he also grew to admire Jiang Yuanwu greatly. Furthermore, as a member of the Wang family roaming the world, he naturally bore the responsibility and duty of forging alliances for the family. Now that he had met someone he deemed worthy of befriending, he would not decline.

After agreeing upon their future meeting, the two returned to their respective private boxes.

Inside Wang Ningyu’s box, aside from him, only Da Qian’s Sheng Commandery Prince and Wang Anyuan were seated.

Once inside, Wang Ningyu’s icy, frosty demeanor immediately dissipated completely, and blood trickled from the corners of his mouth: “Jiang Yuanwu truly lives up to being the ‘Little Saint Master.’ His comprehension of Wave Slashing Blade Intent is exceedingly formidable. I almost lost today.”

“Ningyu, are you alright?” Wang Anyuan quickly stepped forward, pulling out a Longevity Tree leaf and placing it into Ningyu’s mouth. “There’s no need to dwell on it too much. Jiang Yuanwu is among the top of the younger generation of the East Martial Sacred Land. The fact that you fought him to a draw is already remarkable.”

Despite his titles as [Lonely Sword Saint] and [Melancholic Gentleman], Wang Anyuan had earned over half of them through pretense. Putting on airs for outsiders worked, but pulling stunts like “lonely invincibility” or “melancholy introspection” around Wang family elders would likely earn him a good beating.

“What Anyuan said is correct.”

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