Chapter 162: Chapter 117: Acting Without Regret, A Life-and-Death Pact (Part 2)

After exchanging more than ten moves, it was clear I’d narrowly escaped a trap.

Witnessing this scene, Han Wushang swiftly stood up.

Beside him, Sima Rou was already unable to sit still, her eyes filled with worry.

Several times, she wanted to admit defeat aloud, but finally held on to a sliver of hope, refraining from speaking out.

Her heart, clearly raised to her throat.

It’s important to know, Han Xiaoru’s Primordial Golden Body Technique hasn’t reached the Silver Body Realm.

Facing an opponent of the same cultivation realm, if truly struck by the sword, enduring would be impossible...

Facing fatal injuries, one would still die.

On the other side, Changkong Martial Arts Hall’s Gao Yue remained calm and composed, his palm resting on the sword hilt, his qi mechanism harmonious, fixed in Han Wushang’s direction.

Clearly, he had already decided not to let them interfere with the match.

’So, it’s him.’

Chen Ping didn’t overly focus on the qi intertwining of Han Wushang and Gao Yue, instead, he turned his gaze towards Tong Biao, noticing his strategic offensive hidden within the Seven Stars Sword Technique, constantly attacking the enemy’s defense.

’This swordsmanship is said to never lose the initiative.’

Hua Lian’er’s voice seemed to echo in his ears again.

Chen Ping squinted slightly, as if he once again saw that night in the deep, nameless mountains, where a short-statured figure in gray with a veiled black face suddenly struck with the Celestial Inquiry Sword Technique.

’Besides the difference in sword form, the angles of attack and body posture are really similar.’

Chen Ping’s thoughts were like the moon illuminating all directions, seeing through the essence of the opponent’s sword technique.

By now, he clearly understood that he had already interacted with Tong Biao once.

That night, when intending to join forces with Wind-Chasing Divine Arrow Yuchi Feng and several from Thunder Hall to attack him, this person was unmistakable.

At the same time, another doubt in Chen Ping’s mind was solved.

He found it strange back then.

Even if the Heir of Jinghai Ji Xuange wanted to kill his half-sister by secretly sending people, he wouldn’t foolishly expose the unique sword skill of his own maternal grandparent’s Cui Family, would he?

This is like deliberately placing blame on his own stepmother.

This fundamentally doesn’t make sense.

Seeing Tong Biao’s Changkong Martial Arts Hall disciple identity now, and recalling Seven-Colored Hall’s inclusive style disregarding origins, a sudden flash of insight in Chen Ping’s mind led him to understanding.

If anyone had the most motive to intercept and kill himself and Hua Lian’er, and most wanted to firmly place the blame on Ji Xuange, forcing him to completely fall out with King Jinghai, it would undoubtedly be the forces of the Beizhou Barbarians.

Only that secretly manipulative Thirteenth Prince of Beizhou would secretly carry out so many schemes.

Only him, having sufficient benefits to unite certain Xingqing Prefecture forces.

For example, Changkong Martial Arts Hall.

Then, Changkong Martial Arts Hall choosing this time to engage in a life-and-death gamble with Primordial Martial Arts Hall, wagering on the fundamental method of inheritance within the sect, made perfect sense.

Because, this has never been merely a confrontation between two powers, but holds a deeper significance.

There’s no need to guess the source of the malign intent surrounding the Primordial Martial Arts Hall.

"In the end, it also seems to concern me somehow."

Thinking of that night on Youx Mountain, when Sima Rou and Han Xiaoru heavily injured and sent back Jade Spirit Snake Princess.

Chen Ping had to admit, indeed, the Thirteenth Prince of Beizhou has every reason to oppose Primordial Martial Arts Hall.

Moreover, compelling reasons to recruit Martial Arts experts in Xingqing Prefecture for secret major plans.

His mind swiftly connected events, as the consequences one by one flashed in Chen Ping’s thoughts.

Changes had already started in the martial arena.

With a barely discernible pause in Han Xiaoru’s sword momentum.

Tong Biao’s sword light suddenly surged, lightly touching Han Xiaoru’s sword body, unlocking closed gates with a brief flicker, like snowflakes...

Glimmers of starlight had already severed several strands of hair, roaring towards Han Xiaoru’s throat.

At this point, Han Xiaoru’s energy was clearly somewhat depleted, possessing only strength and consummate swordsmanship.

She was being forced by the opponent’s constant offensive, restricted to the perimeter, unable to use her sword effectively in defense.

Seeing blood about to spill on the spot and her impending demise...

A burst of intense gold and silver light erupted from Han Wushang’s body, ready to charge forward.

Sima Rou stepped out even earlier, but found that in front of her, starlight flickered, Gao Yue’s cold smile already blocked her way.

"Gao Yue."

Han Wushang roared in anger.

Opening his mouth with a loud shout.

Preparing to punch, knowing that with Gao Yue’s interference, even if victorious, overcoming the blockade wouldn’t be easy, at this thought, his eyes turned red.

"Disciples competing, if you interfere, how do you count wins and losses, Junior Brother Han, you must remain calm."

Gao Yue laughed sarcastically.

"Should your niece mistakenly lose her life, even as an elder, I would be deeply saddened..."

Just as the words "deeply saddened" left his mouth, he realized the atmosphere around was abnormal.

The sound of exhaling from all directions, even cheers, what is going on?

Moreover, Han Wushang and Sima Rou, who prepared to fight desperately, suddenly relaxed.

They didn’t continue attacking.

Turning his head, he saw an figure in blue, who somehow had already arrived in the martial arena.

Amazingly, they reached out and grabbed Han Xiaoru’s left upper arm, as if pulling a straw man, gingerly retreating backward.

Despite Tong Biao’s rapid sword thrusting, arm extending...the sword’s edge shining in the freezing starlight was just a fraction and a half away from Han Xiaoru’s throat.

No matter how far he extended, he couldn’t reach.