Chapter 13

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As the cherry blossoms danced in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

Chao Yuanlong stood at the classroom door, took a deep breath, and firmly gripped the secret letter from his mother.

However, he did not expect that the green light on the sword suddenly burst into numerous green sword rays!

It was like a true dragon suddenly shaking its scales, with all its scales opening and closing at once!

The green dragon in the sleeve, the true dragon shaking its scales!

At this moment, the sword light seemed like a real green dragon!

The green sword rays scattered, severing the golden needle-like rays!

Chao Yuanlong took a step back, his expression becoming solemn and serious.

He spoke each word slowly, forcing them out through his teeth: "Yan! Zhao! Ge!"

A figure appeared before everyone, dressed in white with a blue robe over it, the edges of the robe trimmed in black. It was Yan Zhaoge.

Seeing Yan Zhaoge, who looked relaxed as if he were on a spring outing, the disciples of Guangcheng Mountain felt a sudden relief, and the pressure brought by Chao Yuanlong was instantly swept away.

However, the disciples of Dari Shengzong felt a tightening in their hearts.

Although they were usually proud, at this moment, their morale dropped.

Yan Zhaoge slowly approached Chao Yuanlong: "I'm here. How do you want to settle this? Speak up."

Chao Yuanlong stared at Yan Zhaoge and shouted in a deep voice: "You came just in time!"

His entire body seemed to be illuminated by a golden light, with countless golden needle-like rays shining like the sun in all directions.

In the next moment, Chao Yuanlong struck out with a palm towards Yan Zhaoge.

The orthodox martial art of Dari Shengzong, the Midday Divine Palm!

A scorching sun, at its zenith!

Unlike when he intimidated Sikong Qing, Ye Jing, and others, Chao Yuanlong now not only used the Sun Golden Needle Qi Gong but also activated another martial art, the Midday Divine Palm.

The combination of the two added even more power.

Even the palm wind he raised was as sharp as a steel blade.

The space within the range of Chao Yuanlong's palm suddenly became stagnant, with even dust particles suspended in mid-air.

The force of one palm locked down the airflow in a space, making the air as solid as stone, and turning flesh and blood into mud!

Yan Zhaoge remained calm, his right hand trembling, and a green light flashed from his sleeve, meeting Chao Yuanlong.

The dragon's roar sounded again, the green sword light vibrating, with countless sword rays flickering like a dragon shaking its scales.

Yan Zhaoge and the sword became one, like a cloud dragon rising into the sky, his entire body transforming into a green dragon soaring into the heavens, breaking through the golden rays that resembled countless sunbeams!

The green dragon in the sleeve, the cloud dragon rising!

The cloud dragon rising, like clouds surging and a dragon ascending, also symbolizing heroes and valiant men rising to the occasion!

"Slap!"

A crisp sound, and the golden and green rays dissipated together.

Chao Yuanlong's figure flew backward, and when he steadied himself, there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

When he regained his senses, his face turned extremely fierce, and he glared at Yan Zhaoge.

A thin, fresh red blood trace was clearly visible on his face, clearly drawn by something Yan Zhaoge used.

Yan Zhaoge stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at Chao Yuanlong, not saying a word, as if asking if he wanted to continue.

Chao Yuanlong was so angry that he almost fainted, and he let out a roar, charging forward again.

In the dark Longyuan, the green light reappeared, and the dragon's roar sounded again.

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"

All the disciples of Dari Shengzong were speechless, seeing their once confident Chao Yuanlong now with blood marks crisscrossing his face, a sight that made onlookers feel sad and tears fall.

Chao Yuanlong was dazed and confused, his eyes bloodshot.

He gathered all his qi in his palms and attacked Yan Zhaoge.

This attack was completely without defense, only offense, aiming to increase his attack to the peak, even if it meant dying together, he would kill Yan Zhaoge on the spot!

Yan Zhaoge glanced at him, his right hand trembling again, and a sword met Chao Yuanlong's palm head-on.

Amidst the earth-shattering dragon's roar, a惨call echoed.

In the next moment, everyone saw a blood hole in the center of Chao Yuanlong's palm, clearly pierced by Yan Zhaoge's sword!

Yan Zhaoge said calmly: "Satisfied?"

Facing the astonished and uncertain gazes of the crowd, Yan Zhaoge's expression was calm, and he flicked his sleeve, revealing a segment of emerald green.

The crowd focused their eyes and finally saw the weapon Yan Zhaoge had been using all along.

But the result made everyone draw a sharp breath.

Chao Yuanlong, upon seeing it, felt a darkness before his eyes and almost fainted.

It was not a sword, but a thin, emerald green bamboo branch, so delicate that it seemed it could not withstand a single grip.

Yan Zhaoge held the bamboo branch in his right hand and pinched the other end with his left hand.

The delicate, emerald green bamboo branch bent slightly in his hands, with a few fresh bamboo leaves gently swaying.

Seeing this, everyone's faces showed disbelief.

Countless thoughts surged in their minds.

"Is... is it some kind of extraordinary treasure, just hidden by its divine nature, so it looks like an ordinary bamboo branch?"

As someone just had this thought, they saw Yan Zhaoge casually flick the bamboo branch.

The bamboo branch fell to the ground, piercing the earth like a sword, gently swaying.

But without the support of Yan Zhaoge's qi, the bamboo branch withered under the evil qi of Longyuan.

The originally fresh emerald green rapidly withered, the flexible branch losing moisture, turning yellow, then decaying, and finally turning into a puff of ash.

The onlookers were dumbfounded: "It... it was really just an ordinary emerald bamboo branch?!"

Ye Jing frowned, taking a deep breath: "But how could such a fragile bamboo branch carry such powerful martial qi? Not to mention using it against an enemy, the bamboo branch would shatter instantly as soon as the qi entered it."

"Even metal and iron cannot withstand it, let alone grass and wood."

"Exquisite control, reaching the pinnacle of skill, handling heavy tasks with ease, and moving with great freedom." Sikong Qing's eyes sparkled: "When he struck, it only contained martial qi, without the spirit of a treasure weapon, and the sharpness of a war weapon. I thought it was just an ordinary weapon, but I didn't expect it to be a bamboo branch..."

Sikong Qing looked at Yan Zhaoge: "Has he broken through his bottleneck and advanced to the outer qi master realm? I have never heard of any inner qi master having such fine control over their qi."

"But even a master in the early stage of the outer qi realm cannot do this. What exactly is he..."

For a moment, everyone was lost in thought.

Although their cultivation might still be low, they all came from famous sects, had broad horizons, and could see the extraordinary nature of that strike.

If he could use bamboo with such power, what about a real sword?

What about a war weapon, or even a treasure weapon?

Even the disciples of Guangcheng Mountain were silent.

Chao Yuanlong stared at Yan Zhaoge, panting heavily, and gradually, the spirit of a treasure weapon began to emanate from his body.

A spirit far surpassing that of a low-grade treasure weapon.

Yan Zhaoge looked at him indifferently: "Do you want to compare whose weapon is better?"

Chao Yuanlong was taken aback, his face turning red, but he did not dare to activate his treasure weapon.

After speaking, Yan Zhaoge swept his sleeve, and the dozen or so low-grade treasure weapons on the ground flew up!

Under the influence of his qi, the spirits of the treasure weapons were immediately activated, and they all attacked Chao Yuanlong in a sweeping manner.

The disciples of Guangcheng Mountain let out a cry of surprise, as the power displayed by the treasure weapons was completely different from when they used them!

Chao Yuanlong did not dare to resist this time and was forced to retreat by the barrage of treasure weapons.

The disciples of Guangcheng Mountain all laughed, while the disciples of Dari Shengzong were dispirited.

Most of these treasure weapons were shields, arm guards, and armor, and when Yan Zhaoge used them to attack, they were like giant projectiles, powerful and heavy.

Yan Zhaoge finally struck a shield in the air with a punch.

The shield broke through Chao Yuanlong's defense, hitting him on the forehead and knocking him unconscious.

After knocking out Chao Yuanlong, Yan Zhaoge shrugged indifferently and looked at the disciples of Dari Shengzong, who immediately felt a chill down their spines.

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