housands of miles with his sword to seek justice for her.""At that time, I said, 'Having a child is like falling into the red dust of the world.' I named him Ruochin because his departing figure left...Zhang Ruochin's first opponent was a young martial artist in a yellow robe, looking to be eighteen or nineteen years old, his cultivation reaching the middle stage of the Huangji Realm. ( .mianhuaang good-looking novels

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To be able to cultivate to the middle stage at such a young age is considered a martial arts prodigy.

A young warrior in a yellow robe, clutching a sharp battle sword, stood with vigor and declared: "Hao Family, Hao Seventeen, the first to challenge you! Draw your blade!"

Zhang Ruochen used his right hand to press the hilt of the Soul-Flashing Sword, gently shaking his head and saying, "You are not worthy for me to draw my sword. If I were to draw it, I'm afraid it would hurt you."

"Arrogant!"

The young warrior in yellow robes channeled his inner energy into the greatsword, activating the two force-inscription patterns within it. The sword's weight surged to 287 pounds.

He held a large knife in each hand, wielding them with such speed and ferocity that they became a blur. He charged toward Zhang Ruichen relentlessly.

With his aura, even a warrior at the peak of the Huangji realm would dare not clash with him head-on.

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochin stood still, unmoving. He raised his arm and with a flick of his sword sheath, struck the yellow-robed youth warrior on the neck. Let me know if you'd like me to translate any more!

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The large knife fell to the ground.

The boy in yellow cried out and fell from the stage, landing with a thud.

He covered his neck, climbed back onto the stage, picked up his great sword, and looked at Zhang Ruochin with some awe, saying: "Thank you for sparing my life."

Fortunately, Zhang Ruochin's sword did not leave its sheath, otherwise, his head would have flown off his neck.

The second round, victory!

Game 3, victory!

Game four, victory!

Next three matches, Zhang Ruochin won consecutively.

He stood in the center of the battle stage, as steady as a mountain, not moving his feet from beginning to end.

Any opponent, regardless of their cultivation level, was defeated by the same move and sent flying off the stage. There were no exceptions.

Zhang Ruchen was too young, but his strength was terrifying. Even a martial artist at the peak of the Huangji Realm couldn't force him to draw his sword, let alone make him take a step back.

Zhang Ruochen finally revealed a serious look in his eyes. The swordsmanship of the woman in blue was truly formidable, reaching the realm of "sword follows heart." Although it was only at the initial stage of this realm, it was already significantly stronger than other Yellow Extremity Great Accomplishment martial artists.

Zhang Ruochin closed his eyes, relying only on his ears to listen to the sound of the sword breaking through the air.

"Ding!"

He brandished his sword hilt towards the void, blocking the blue-clothed woman's blade aimed at his legs.

The young woman in green was slightly taken aback, then quickly changed her moves, performing three sword techniques in succession. Zhang Ruochen blocked each move accurately and flawlessly.

As she was about to unleash her fourth strike, a sharp pain pierced through her chest, like her ribs had been shattered.

Zhang Ruchen held his scabbard, pointing it at the young woman in green's chest, and said faintly, "You lost!" Zhang Ruochin's self-detonation of his Saint Source.Zhang Ruchen did not choose to fight the Three Great Angel Emperors head-on. He integrated the boundless saintly intention into his body art, rapid...