The sword spirit is an invisible sword.
This sword began from the depths of the palace and thrusted its way all the way towards the palace door. Elder of Mountain Li used his past experience and whether or not the sword was visible or invisible, it would be chopped into half by this sword. No matter if Luo Luo or Chen Chang Sheng placed the sword horizontally in front of his chest, no one could defend against this sword.
Something or someone broke the air. Like lightning, a shadow came before the sword.
Pa, the seemingly unstoppable sword spirit from Xiao Song Gong was actually blocked!
More shockingly, what blocked this sword spirit was simply a pair of hands!
The hands were shrouded by the sword’s light which emitted a golden color like it was made of actual gold!
A complete silence.
Elder Xiao Song Gong’s sword spirit and the hands interacted, Pa Pa.
Next moment, in the darkness outside the Wei Yang Palace, the Pa Pa sounds came up again!
The sword and hands were motionless in people’s eyes but the surrounding air was about to break.
The darkness outside seemed to have broken already.
Hong!
The barrier outside the Wei Yang Palace suddenly broke up!
Cold wind blew in from all the doors and windows. It blew up teachers and students’ robes and even the light emitted from the Night Pearls seemed to be shaking!
Some who were close to the door were even falling backwards. Their faces were pale as they couldn’t breathe and obviously, couldn’t make any sounds.
Such a strong Qi crash paved way for terrifying consequences.
It was still dead silent in the palace. There was only sound of wind blowing.
The sword spirit gradually diminished.
The hands were slowly taken back.
The owner of the hands was only an ordinary looking middle age man. The man looked a bit fat and he wore clothes with copper coins all over it. He looked like a common rich man in the countryside but he didn’t look like an elite at all. He therefore, appeared extraordinarily unfitting in the palace.
The middle aged man took his hands back and looked at Xiao Song Gong in the depth of the palace. He revealed a meaningful smile and then retreated to Luo Luo’s back.
When he stood in front of Luo Luo, he looked like a normal rich man. After he stood behind Luo Luo, he also looked like a normal rich man. He did not reveal any manner as an elite and he neither tried to hide his aura nor pretended to be a butler.
Because he, currently, was just an ordinary rich man. He only loved money, especially gold.
However, people wouldn’t believe so. They looked at the man shocked and confused.
A man who could tie with the elder of Mountain Li Xiao Song Gong, at the very least should be at the same level with the principal of the Heavenly Academy. How could he be a regular rich man?
The Southern ambassadors felt even more shocked; especially the young disciples of Mountain Li. They couldn’t understand that even though their granduncle casually attacked and controlled his power because he was in the Great Zhou royal palace, how could this man block the sword simply by using a pair of hands!
Xiao Song Gong looked at the middle aged man standing by the door and had mixed feelings. He remembered something, but dared not to believe it.
A extremely soft breaking sound came up.
This sound was so light that only the disciples who stood closest to Xiao Song Gong could hear it.
Furthermore, only they could see clearly that on the sheath tied to Elder Xiao Song Gong’s waist, a fragment appeared!
As disciples of Li Mountain, how could they not understand what it represented?
It was not a draw. The seemingly ordinary middle aged man actually defeated Elder Xiao Song Gong!
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The palace was very quiet. Everyone’s look fell on the ordinary man who was standing behind Luo Luo.
Xu Shi Ji was so mad that his face turned green. He also felt so shocked. He knew that the female student of the Tradition Academy, Luo Luo, had an uncommon background but he never expected that she actually had subordinates with such terrifying strength! Who was that middle aged man? Who is this little girl named Luo Luo?
The rope on Xiao Song Gong’s bony body slowly moved because wind was blowing it up. His hands were also trembling slightly in his sleeves.
The previous fight ended very quickly. It seemed like there was no win or lose, but he knew he lost. He was injured, his vessels were harmed, and his Qi was spilling out….but what really shocked him, wasn’t the man’s strength, but something that he faintly recalled, someone.
Something in the past, someone in the past.
Xiao Song Gong looked at the middle aged man, squinted. He was still uncertain but he asked, “You are…”
The middle aged man who stood behind Luo Luo coughed. It can be seen that he was also injured from the previous fight.
The cough was very soft, but it was like a thunder strike in Xiao Song Gong’s ears.
The middle aged man said, “Yes, it’s me.”