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Ming Prince Wu Ming was the first to make his move. The joint blade in his hand was less than a foot away from the short cultivator's head. The short cultivator could clearly feel the power contained within it, but he did not move from his original position. The only thing he did was to tighten his grip around the hilt of his sword.

Ming Prince Wu Ming looked excitedly at the short cultivator holding a sword. This short cultivator was a cultivator with an elementary National Scholar; he would not easily be able to slash at him.

A mournful whistle suddenly rang out in the air, and a small, thin sword flew out of the short cultivator's hand, flying forward like a bolt of lightning. The thin small sword quickly slashed at the joint blade of the Ming Prince Wu Ming. The joint blade let out a buzzing sound, and the people from Ming Prince Wu Ming were blasted away.

While the small sword flew out, the short cultivator perfectly withdrew his small sword. The short cultivator did not know how to use a flying sword. He had only used his Soul Power to throw this sword just now, and it only seemed like a flying sword.

Ming Prince Wu Ming frowned. This was the difference between stages. He could feel his Qi and blood rushing up, and his skin was so tense that it felt like it was being pricked by needles.

Ming Prince Wu Ming couldn't help but laugh, he felt that all his training in the palace all those years ago was just like a floral rack. Without actual combat experience and a battle on the border of life and death, one would not be able to truly improve.

His blade attack was just a probe. The opponent's strength was not as terrifying as he had imagined, and Ming Prince Wu Ming felt that he could continue to fight.

He wanted to know the exact difference between himself and an early stage National Scholar cultivator. In the past, he might never be able to understand the difference between his own and royal father's cultivation levels, and he was unable to imagine how he would be able to reach that level of cultivation.

A "chi" sound was heard.

The short cultivator's sword collided with Ming Prince Wu Ming's blade once more. The small thin sword in the short cultivator's hand didn't even seem like a sword, but more like a hammer! Every time it hit on Ming Prince Wu Ming's blade, it was like a blacksmith hitting a smelted steel blade with a hammer.

This small thin sword actually struck Ming Prince Wu Ming's blade even more violently, and along with it a burst of white Qi ball, directly appeared in his line of sight!

You said I'd let me go if I won... The short cultivator repeated the same question once more. In his heart, the Ming Prince Wu Ming would never be able to surpass him, so how could a person with a great Soul Master surpass him?

Of course. Ming Prince Wu Ming replied the short cultivator once again: As long as you promise to fight with all your might!

Ming Prince Wu Ming felt that every time the swords and sabers collided, it would cause his body to experience a strong vibration. This feeling was definitely not easy to endure. This was also one of the reasons why there was such a disparity between the great Soul Master and the initial National Scholar. The difference in strength of Soul Power s represented a difference in strength, which was one of the reasons why low-level cultivators were unable to match up to high-level cultivators.

If that's the case, I won't hold back! The collision of the overturned blades also made the short cultivator's body feel uncomfortable. He was not used to such a method of fighting. This was because the Ming Prince Wu Ming's simple and boring combat skills used close combat, which he was better at.

The short cultivator once thought of pulling the distance between him and Ming Prince Wu Ming, but Ming Prince Wu Ming seemed to be used to such close-combat methods. This was something that he had learnt from Song Zhong. In his entire clan, Song Zhong only cultivated one cultivation technique, and that was his killing technique.

Tens of thumb-thick white lines instantly appeared in the air around the short cultivator. They were the gases formed by the Soul Power, and the water vapor surrounding his body was instantly vaporized. He hated the rain so much that it reminded him of the blood he used to bleed when he was fighting.

How is this possible? How could he be defeated by a cultivator who was a full stage lower than him? If that were the case, why would he need to go all out in cultivation?

Boom!" BOOM! BOOM! Three loud sounds rang out as the sword and saber clashed again, causing an explosion.

The short cultivator's small sword suddenly appeared behind Ming Prince Wu Ming, its extremely high speed sword was thrusting towards him. Because the attack was so sudden, Ming Prince Wu Ming was not able to completely dodge it. Although he managed to avoid the attack, his back was left with a wound that was half a foot long.

Zi Yuan stood not far away and watched the two of them. Her brows were knitted tightly because she did not dare to make a move without the Ming Prince Wu Ming's order. She did not take up an umbrella either. The Yellow Paper Umbrella in her hand lightly fell to the ground. The rain water flowed along the umbrella's surface, mixing together with the rain on the ground. His master didn't have an umbrella, so he could only stay in the rain.

The short cultivator appeared beside Wu Ming. Seemingly using his left hand to punch, he took the chance while Ming Prince Wu Ming was dodging to grab the small sword.

The Ming Prince Wu Ming's gaze did not leave the thin small sword at all. During the battle, he had also found some of the cultivation habits of the short cultivator. This was not a flying sword, but the short cultivator had comprehended some of his own Sword Daos from the flying sword.

Every time that small thin sword disappeared from his line of sight, as long as the short cultivator found the right opportunity, the sword would immediately appear around his body. However, doing so also had a very obvious weakness.

After clashing with the small sword for another ten or so times, Ming Prince Wu Ming felt his body being pushed forward as he flew. The small, thin sword disappeared from his vision once more. He knew that he was now in a life or death situation. Who knew where that small sword would appear again.

Sure enough, the small sword flew towards his back, causing Ming Prince Wu Ming to dodge the sword. Ming Prince Wu Ming pursed his lips and stepped forward. This step was still at least ten meters away from the short cultivator, but his blade flew out and accurately stabbed into the short cultivator's Qi Sea.

The Ming Prince Wu Ming stepped on the short cultivator's small, light sword. He did not give the short cultivator a chance to pick up the sword, and directly used his joint blade like a short cultivator to attack from afar through the Soul Power.

How could this be possible ? The short cultivator held onto the joint blade on the Qi Sea. His heart was filled with unwillingness: How could this be ? "Looks like it?"

Clean it up. Ming Prince Wu Ming rubbed his bloody hands in the rain and ordered coldly.

Yes! Master! Zi Yuan slowly walked towards the short cultivator.

The little cultivator's shock and amazement of defeat were overwhelmed by the impending fear of death: Please! Don't kill me!

Zi Yuan held up her umbrella to cover the rain water above Ming Prince Wu Ming's head, and handed the joint blade over to him. The blade had already been carefully cleaned by Zi Yuan, but Ming Prince Wu Ming threw it back onto the ground, which was covered in rain.

It was time to choose a good weapon.