Xuanxia

Chapter 791 Murderous Intention

“This, this, this?”

Zhao Hao looked at the ceremonial sword in his hand in astonishment, too shocked to speak.

No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out how the sword could jump into his hand by itself.
This is……

"The divine sword recognizes its master?!"

He was still thinking when Fu Qingzhou beside him shouted out loud!
Of course, only he himself knows whether he really “lost his voice”.

But at this moment, thousands of people in the square heard him shouting in surprise and joy: "Only those who are highly compatible with the sword and highly recognized by the sword will be recognized as the master by the sword! Prince Zhao, you are the new master of the sword of courtesy!"

"But……"

Zhao Hao looked at the ceremonial sword in his hand with a complicated expression: "Why...?"

He could feel that after he got the sword in his hand, the magical power on it was blending and flowing with him little by little. It did not change him at all, nor did it help him break through any realm, but at this moment, he could feel through the sword that the heaven and earth around him were resonating with him!
It really recognizes itself as the master!
"This... is the master that the sword recognized itself as?"

Seeing Zhao Hao holding the ceremonial sword and sizing up the sword with a serious look on his face, countless people from the martial arts world below the stage felt a strange feeling at the same time.

This feeling is different from when Yuan Zizheng and Lan Xiyu recognized the sword master.

When Yuan Zizhen got the Sword of Benevolence, everything seemed natural.

He has always been known for his benevolence and is a benevolent official known throughout the world. Although his identity as a cultivator is a little surprising, it is not too strange. There are many cultivators among court officials, not to mention that he graduated from the Sword Academy.

When he got the Sword of Benevolence, the dragon roared into the sky, the heaven and earth responded, and everyone was convinced.

Lan Xiyu was different. She suddenly rushed onto the stage and interrupted the sword test of Baihe Zhenren. Even when the disciples from all parties who were maintaining order came onto the stage, the masters of the family she represented actually drew their swords and faced those Jianghu disciples...

This situation implicitly put her at odds with the people in the martial arts world.

After that, she picked up the Sword of Wisdom with full confidence, as if everything had been arranged in advance, which gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Just as Fu Qingzhou said before...

If you found out that a treasure that seemed to be a fight for by everyone was actually already arranged by certain people, and not only that, when they took the treasure, they pretended that it was destined by heaven and wanted you to applaud and cheer, would you be happy?
Therefore, they were obviously dissatisfied with Lan Xiyu.

This sentiment continued until Zhao Hao came to power.

You, Yuanzi, are really from the imperial court, Lan Xiyu is from a noble family, and now here comes Prince Zhao?
What? Is there no one left in our world?
It is said to be the Xuanmeng Ceremony, but those who don’t know might think it is your court’s meeting to recruit us!

But when they saw the ritual sword jump up by itself and leap into Zhao Hao's hands, this depressed mood was replaced by another emotion.

Is that... empathy?
Yes, it was very strange. At this moment, countless people in the audience inexplicably developed a feeling of empathy.

Especially when they found that Zhao Hao was as confused, astonished, and bewildered as they were, this emotion was pushed to the peak.

“The word ‘ritual’ contains the order of heaven and earth, the relationship between ruler and subject, and the way of being close to one’s teacher.”

At this moment, a steady voice suddenly sounded from the audience.

Zhao Hao was startled and looked in the direction of the voice.

The person who spoke was actually his father, King Xishuo.

King Xishuo raised his eyes, looked at his son indifferently, and said calmly: "Etiquette is the basis of rules and submission. Now that you hold the sword, you can guide others to follow your will and act according to your wishes."

Zhao Hao's eyes widened.

He didn't understand, but Fu Qingzhou did.

The moment Zhao Hao grasped the sword, he also felt a strong sense of empathy, as if he could feel Zhao Hao's confusion and pain, and... a hint of pleasure that was almost like revenge?

It turns out that this is the ability of the ritual sword.

Just as King Xishuo said, etiquette is where the rules are and the basis of submission. It is what the ancient kings used to restrain their subjects. So people who are highly compatible with etiquette and sword will naturally have the king's intentions. Zhao Hao was in intense emotions at this time, and with the exaggeration of the large formation around the square, that emotion was transmitted, which resonated with people's hearts.

"You...are worthy of being my son."

King Xishuo smiled in the audience: "Well done." "That's King Xishuo!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, "He's here too!"

"Hey, it's true. I heard yesterday that the prince came to the Xuanmeng Ceremony, but I didn't expect that he would stand with us?"

"I've heard that King Xishuo likes ancient rituals, but I didn't expect his son to be the same and even be able to pick up a ritual sword!"

At once, many people recognized King Xishuo and a discussion broke out.

But facing his father's smile, Zhao Hao did not feel the slightest bit happy.

Because he knew that smile.

Every time I make a mistake, my father laughs like this.

This kind of smile is the calm before the storm.

He always smiled and said, "Very good, you did really well, so well that it was beyond my expectation." Then, one cruel and horrifying punishment after another would be given, and his face would quickly turn gloomy.

Every time he encountered this situation in the past, Zhao Hao would be very angry and very frustrated.

He would retort angrily, roar and scream.

But this time, for some reason, he was surprisingly calm.

His eyes were not attracted by his father's smile. Instead, he noticed that... while speaking, King Xishuo pinched the ring on his left thumb and turned it slightly.

Zhao Hao's pupils shrank.

He realized something and opened his mouth, ready to speak out to remind Fu Qingzhou who was standing beside him.

But at this moment, a man's voice suddenly sounded above the square.

"A boring farce."

In the crowd, Jiang Baichuan reached out and slowly took off the mask on his face.

No one noticed him. Everyone was attracted by the sudden sound and looked up at the sky blankly.

Jiang Baichuan slowly untied the cloth wrapped around the sword in his hand and tilted his head to glance at Hua Wuying.

Hua Wuying still had his eyes closed, motionless, like a petrified statue.

"I don't know what you are planning, but it doesn't matter."

Jiang Baichuan spoke slowly, no longer paying attention to his former senior disciple beside him, and took a step forward.

As he took this step, an extremely violent sword intent suddenly burst out from the soles of his feet!
The sword intent spread out from his toes, and in just a moment, it reached the platform!
Clap!

With a loud noise like lightning piercing the night sky, the sword intent tore through the ground and the platform and came directly in front of Fu Qingzhou!
Wherever the extremely thin crack passed, a series of screams rang out. All those who stood on the crack felt as if they were cut by an extremely sharp sword. Some people had their limbs severed at the wrists, some had their entire arms severed from the shoulders, and some who were unlucky were simply cut into two pieces!

This sword intent was silent, and its sound and movement were only caused by the blood mist and screams of others.

"Ugh……"

The moment Jiang Baichuan spoke, Fu Qingzhou let out a sigh.

He knew that this moment had finally arrived.

The sword intent that seemed to be enough to make the heaven and earth avoid it stopped when it came in front of him, and stopped in front of the German sword that pierced the ground of the platform.

Fu Qingzhou held the German sword in his hand, half-knelt on the ground, and raised his eyes coldly.

"Jiang Baichuan!"

He said coldly: "You can't leave."

(End of this chapter)