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  Zhao Sheng looked at Zhao Hao with an unpleasant expression. Zhao Hao glanced at him and shook his head with a smile.

  Zhao Sheng was already a martial artist at the level of a Grandmaster, and to defeat him, a Body Tempering martial artist like Zhang Wuji, should not have been difficult at all.

  But in Zhao Hao's eyes, there was no hint of fear, and he still looked very calm.

  In plainness, there is a hint of disdain.

  Yanzhao Song's eyes narrowed slightly: "The way Zhao Sheng looks at me is no different from the way he looks at you..."

  "In his eyes, am I and Zhao Sheng of the same level?"

  The song of Yan and Zhao bursts into silent laughter.

  Zhao Hao faintly asked: "Third Brother wants me to drink what penalty wine?"

  Zhao Song let out a cold hum: "Sixteen Brother's cultivation has made rapid progress in recent days, but actual combat experience is inevitably lacking."

  "Third Brother has some men under him who can spar with you, Sixteen."

  "The more experience you accumulate, the less likely you'll be able to handle a real master. If you only practice on dying people, when you encounter a true expert, you're the one who will end up in trouble."

  Zhao Hao's eyes showed even more disdain as he looked at Zhao Sheng, as if looking at a child who didn't understand things.

  He didn't say another word, directly drew his sword out of its scabbard, and stood quietly in place: "Who wants to give me advice?"

  It may look ordinary in other people's eyes, but Yan Zhao Ge's eyesight is far superior to others present.

  From the perspective of the Yan Zhao song, as soon as Zhao Hao held a sword in his hand, his momentum was immediately different.

  More uninhibited, more unrestrained, sharper and more cutting!

  The whole person seemed like a sharp sword out of its scabbard, as if he was about to soar into the sky and cut through the heavens.

  This is a purely potential force, difficult to express in words, but truly existing.

  At this moment, Zhao Hao is still a body-refining martial artist, not hiding his cultivation realm strength, but his momentum seems to be above the vast majority of people in this world.

  It's as if even a great master would be nothing in front of him.

  Yanzhao's song raised an eyebrow: "Interesting, could it be..."

  Although Zhao Sheng couldn't wait to beat Zhao Huan half to death with his own hands, he was after all already at the level of a grandmaster and more than ten years older than Zhao Huan.

  Although Zhao Hao was very presumptuous, in the presence of so many people and with Yan Zhao Ge present, Zhao Sheng still suppressed his desire to take action personally.

  But he naturally didn't plan on letting Zhao Hao off easy either.

  Zhao Hao's physical body had been refined to the eighth level, and his cultivation was at the middle stage of channeling Qi. Zhao Sheng found him an opponent who was also at the middle stage of channeling Qi, but with a fierce aura, clearly accustomed to the bloody battles of knife fights, with extremely rich experience.

  A thick murderous aura that can almost make an opponent with little actual combat experience's heart break, turning them into a lamb to be slaughtered at will.

  But Zhao Hao didn't even break a sweat and defeated his opponent in just one round!

  Under one sword, the opponent's arm flew directly into the sky!

  The ferocity of it all made everyone turn their heads in shock.

  "How dare you!" Zhao Jing's face turned iron-gray, and with a wave of his hand, a swordsman emerged from behind him.

  This swordsman is in the ninth stage of Body Refining, and has also reached the later stages of Cultivating Qi. He is not far from entering the tenth stage of Micro Realm.

  Zhao Hao didn't seem to mind, drew his sword and laughed: "It's all the same."

  The result of the two sides' battle once again left the onlookers stunned.

  The winner is still Zhao Hao!

  Zhao Hao let out a loud "ha" and laughed: "Next is the one who has entered the subtle realm, or will it be you, Third Brother, going up personally?"

  As they spoke, a loud crackling sound came from all around Zhou's body, followed by the faint rumble of thunder.

  The thunder sound did not come from outside, but was emitted from Zhao Hao's body.

  Everyone was shocked: "Internal energy entering the bones, thunderous sound washing the marrow? Is this breaking through to the later stage of channeling energy for the first time and washing the marrow with a powerful blow?"

  Feng Yun Shuang followed beside Yan Zhao Ge, couldn't help but smile at the sight, and glanced at Yan Zhao Ge.

  Although she didn't say a word, it was clear that she had recalled the scene where Yan Zhao Ge faced Xiao Sheng before.

  Yanzhao song did not smile, but looked calmly at Zhao Hao.

  "This person has not yet gone all out, and the true skillful swordsmanship killing move has not been displayed."

  The things that can be seen from the Song of Yan Zhao are far more than others: "Continuous victories are due to the far superior experience and insight over opponents, and control over the opponent's sword."

  "Just like me, a single bamboo branch can be used as a sword. Without moving, the aura is still strong enough to enter the realm of subtle victory, and the warrior's head is full of packages."

  "This person's attainments in the way of the sword are extremely profound, wooden swords and bamboo swords can even be replaced with fingers, and the state of no sword being present is also not a problem, it's just that they are so enamored with the emotions of the sword, therefore they are even more unattached to material things, with one sword in hand, they have already attained the Way."

  Yanzhao Song smiled: "Suddenly enlightened half a year ago?"

  "Hehe..."

  Zhao Hao stood with an air of majesty, his sword held horizontally: "Does Third Brother still have anyone left under him? Or is he planning to take care of it himself?"

  "Hey big brother, want to join us and have some fun? I don't mind."

  Zhao Sheng's face sank like water, and he gritted his teeth with a smile: "Sixteenth brother, it's okay. I didn't expect it before, but you're getting a bit too full of yourself."

  As he spoke, he was about to step out.

  Zhao Hao was so provocative that he no longer needed to restrain himself and didn't have to worry about being held accountable by the ruler of Eastern Tang later.

  "Among close brothers, they should be friendly and affectionate towards each other. Even if they engage in a fierce battle within the same realm, it's still acceptable. However, when a sect master and a martial artist engage in combat, it's somewhat excessive."

  At this time, a voice suddenly came from afar, and in the next moment, a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance appeared before everyone.

  He first looked at Yan Zhao Ge and nodded: "Zhao Ge, long time no see."

  Yanzhao Song smiled and said: "The king's demeanor is even more impressive than before."

  The newcomer was the younger brother of the Eastern Tang State Master, the second strongest in the Eastern Tang Imperial Family, King Zhao Shi Lie. Yan Zhao Ge also knew him from before.

  However, this person's stance is inclined towards Dari Shengzong, and it is the largest springboard for Dari Shengzong to enter Eastern Tang State.

  The position of Crown Prince of Eastern Tang has been hanging in the balance for a long time, and a major factor lies with this person.

  Whether it was his own forces or the Great Solar Temple behind him, they were all putting pressure on the Lord of Eastern Tang to establish the Imperial Prince rather than the Crown Prince.

  In this world of martial arts where personal power can turn the universe upside down, many worldly rules no longer apply.

  For example, if the Lord of Eastern Tang suddenly passed away today, what Eastern Tang would lose is not only a monarch but also a great master.

  The loss is enormous for the overall strength of Dongtang.

  Whether it is Zhao Yuan or Zhao Cong, they are just the masters of their family, even if they ascend to the throne, in terms of high-level power, they will inevitably not be able to replace their father emperor in a short period of time.

  Someone like General Wang, although weaker than the master of Eastern Tang, is also a powerful Grandmaster. If he were to wholeheartedly assist the new ruler, that would be fine. But if he harbors other thoughts, the situation will immediately become complicated.

  A secular imperial court, when an old emperor is about to die, will naturally arrange for a successor and eliminate unstable factors.

  But such a situation also made the Lord of Dongtang feel embarrassed.

  After all, Zhao Shile was also a great master and an important part of the Eastern Tang State's strength. Killing him would still harm the Eastern Tang.

  Moreover, Zhao Shilei has the support of the Great Sun Holy Religion behind him. Even if the master of Dongtang Country has the support of Guangmingshan, it is not easy to take action lightly.

  The situation in Dongtang is now maintained in a fragile balance, and although the master of Dongtang and Guang Chengshan have the upper hand, there are also hidden dangers.

  Zhao Shile and Yan Zhao Song exchanged greetings, then smiled and looked at the three brothers Zhao Yuan, Zhao Cheng and Zhao Huan: "Want to test each other, no need to fight at all."

  "There are ways to compete without hurting harmony."