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He had never been interested in the outcome that had been decided before it even started.

A simple sword duel was held in the Heavenly Palace.

It was easy to imagine the result when a Young Emperor who did not practice Sword Dao fought against Jian Wushuang, who was about to perfect his Sword Dao and could even fight a Sword Immortal when he was at the Ancestor cultivation realm.

In fact, Jian Wushuang only needed to release any move of the Star River Lake Sea Sword Intent to defeat him immediately.

But he did not do that. This was a harmless sword duel, and no matter who won or lost, it was just a spur of the moment.

The Sword Intent rose up like thousands of flying fish, extremely magnificent.

Jian Wushuang held his real sword and focused on blocking.

However, it was unknown whether the Young Emperor was too drunk or could not hold back his strength, but he slashed down with full force, even cutting the Yan power that was scattered in the air.

The atmosphere also became subtle.

What was originally an easy match turned into a fight. As the Young Emperor’s moves became faster and faster, and his killing intent raged, all the Yan Immortals present became serious.

Chun Qiu had already placed his palm on the dagger at his waist and had already activated it. He was waiting for Jian Wushuang to be injured so that he could attack him.

Cui Jing saw Chun Qiu’s breath changing, and he also became serious. He also pressed the black stick on his waist.

Di Qing had been resting with his eyes closed, as if he did not care about what was happening in the outside world.

Zhao Ting’s eyes flickered, as if she was planning something.

Wei Liujia looked even more anxious. In his opinion, Jian Wushuang was being forced to retreat. He was obviously no match for the Young Emperor.

However, Jian Wushuang’s face was calm from the beginning to the end. Even when he was facing a sword move that was filled with killing intent, he could easily resolve it.

When he blocked the 767th sword strike, a change occurred.

The True Sword in Jian Wushuang’s hand broke into two without any warning. The Young Emperor’s heavy sword also hit his shoulder heavily, shattering his entire shoulder blade!

Chun Qiu and Cui Jing immediately stood up, but Chen Qing held them down.

“If you don’t want anything to happen to Brother Jian, don’t move!”

The atmosphere was dead silent. The Young Emperor seemed to have sobered up from the alcohol. His eyes were filled with shock. He subconsciously let go of the sword and touched him. “B-Brother Jian, I didn’t mean it.”

Jian Wushuang took half a step back and avoided his palm. His expression remained unchanged, “It’s okay. There are times when I’m injured in a sword fight.”

After he finished speaking, he took out the sword from his shoulder blade and threw it to the Young Emperor.

“It seems I’m overwhelmed, so I’ll leave first.”

Jian Wushuang turned around and left. Drops of divine blood fell from his shoulder and imprinted on the ground.

Di Qing, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and followed Jian Wushuang without looking at the others.

Chun Qiu immediately broke free from Cheng Qing’s grasp and left.

Then, Cui Jing also left.

Zhao Ting and Wei Liujia glanced at the Young Emperor and left as well.

Soon, only Cheng Qing and a few Yan Immortal guards were left in the huge palace.

“Young Emperor,” Cheng Qing stood up and his expression changed slightly, “You’re too impulsive…”

“Get lost,” he said. He looked straight at the open door of the hall.

Cheng Qing sighed and left without saying anything.

The Heavenly Palace was deathly silent.

The Young Emperor’s face turned from pale to ruddy, and the knuckles of his hand that held the hilt of his sword turned white.

“Motherf*cker!”

He was furious, and with the True Sword in his hand, he suddenly chopped at the table where the delicacies were placed, flipping it over.

“Motherf*cker! All of you deserve to die, you all want to rebel against me!”

The Young Emperor was completely furious and almost went crazy. He waved his sword and overturned all the plans, leaving the entire Heavenly Palace in a mess.

The skinny purple-robed man stood behind him the whole time. He didn’t stop him or say anything.

“A bunch of damned things, they actually can’t tell who their master is. Did they forget who I am? I’m the Crown Prince, the future Emperor of the Great Si Region!”

Each roar of anger was louder than the last, and it resounded throughout the Heavenly Palace.

When his voice gradually became weaker, the thin purple-robed man stepped forward and handed him a white silk cloth. “Your Highness, please calm down.”

The Young Emperor coughed heavily and wiped the silk cloth at the corner of his mouth, “Jian Wushuang! Jian Wushuang! You deserve to die!”

“Did you see that? He didn’t even use a bit of his Sword Principle when he was sparring with me. He’s looking down on me! He didn’t even acknowledge me from the beginning!”

“Not just him. Did you see the group of people he brought back? All of you actually dare to oppose me? Especially after I slashed at Jian Wushuang, the group of guys he brought back actually dared to attack me?”

The skinny purple-robed man had been listening quietly. In the end, he said calmly, “Your Highness, have you forgotten that Jian Wushuang is not your subject, but your friend? You should not use the way you govern your subjects on him.”

“Even you want to rebel against me?” The Young Emperor’s voice was slightly angry.

“I don’t dare to. I’m just saying what I should say. Jian Wushuang is not your subject, but your friend.” After the skinny purple-robed man finished speaking, he looked at him meaningfully.

“Friend? I, Prince Yan, don’t even have brothers, so how can I have friends?” There was no emotion in his voice, empty and unknown.

After some time, the Young Emperor turned to look at the thin purple-robed man. “Do you know how Jian Wushuang’s True Sword broke?”

“I did something to destroy the Sword Heart on purpose. I did it on purpose to win against him once. Don’t you think it’s funny?”

The thin purple-robed man said in a low voice, “There’s nothing wrong with what Your Highness did, but this kind of punishment can only be used between subjects.”

The Young Emperor continued, “Did my sword strike completely cut off the connection between us two?”

“Yes and no.”

“I want to make it up to him, but how?”

“Apologize to him.”

…

The atmosphere in the spacious hall was oppressive and heavy.

Jian Wushuang sat quietly in front of a desk with his eyes closed as if nothing had happened.

Chun Qiu’s face was cold, his hand never leaving the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Di Qing was sitting beside him in the same posture, with a playful look in his eyes.

“This doesn’t seem like your style. I’ve been with you all this time and have tried to figure out your personality, but I didn’t expect this scene today.”

“You didn’t attack him. Is it because you’re afraid of Zhen Wuyang behind him, or do you treat him as a friend?”

Jian Wushuang opened his eyes, “Zhen Wuyang? I’ve never been afraid of him, so why would I treat him as a friend? I’ve never even thought about it.”

“This sword strike… It’s just returning some of the favors and things he gave me.”

Di Qing nodded to himself. ‘A guy who participated in the assassination of the Fifth Prince, Prince Mo, and fought with the Second Prince, Prince Jiu… I’m afraid he really doesn’t take Zhen Wuyang seriously.’