Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Heavenly Dao Umbrella, Seven Kills Annihilation

Chapter 191 A Sword Contest? Sorry, you've bitten off more than you can chew.
"Reporting to the sect leader, someone outside is requesting an audience."

"Hmm? I have something to do here. Whoever it is, let them wait outside first."

"Um...but..."

"Don't my words matter?!"

Feng Bailong frowned and slammed the teacup he was holding onto the table.

"Yes, Sect Master! I'll have the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall wait outside for a while..."

Feng Bailong nodded, then suddenly his wrist stopped.

"Wait! Who is it?"

"Jiang Nian, the Holy Son".

"Damn it! Get the hell out of here!"

Feng Bailong kicked the disciple who reported the news in the butt and hurriedly ran outside.

Jiang Nian led the two women to slowly climb the mountain peak of the Wind Sword Sect, as if they were on vacation.

Zhu Zhuqing wasn't interested in these things, but she really wanted to see Jiang Nian's martial spirit again.

"Your Highness, why didn't you inform us of your arrival at our sect? I could have sent elders and disciples to greet you at the foot of the mountain."

Jiang Nian looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and immediately recognized him as the current sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect.

"No need for that trouble. I have some important business to attend to at the Wind Sword Sect."

"Very well, Holy Son, please follow me."

"Ah."

Soon, they reached the top of the mountain.

Seeing their sect leader so warmly welcoming a handsome young man, the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect craned their necks, eager to hear what they were saying.

"Wow, so handsome! I wish he could be my junior brother..."

"You're such a fangirl! You don't even know who he is?"

"That's the current Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. When he was just a few years old, his cultivation level was probably higher than yours."

"What?! He's that Holy Son?!"

The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect were secretly amazed. Some of them had seen Jiang Nian a long time ago, and some had even fought with him.

"Back then, I withstood a hundred moves from the Holy Son, but ultimately lost narrowly."

"Damn, I've heard this story hundreds of times."

"Basic exercises should not be six."

Zhu Zhuqing sensed that some people were looking at her, so she frowned and shrank back, hiding in Qingyu's arms.

The male disciples only glanced at it twice before daring not to look at it for long.

Although they were amazed by their beauty, they knew that they were not people they could afford to offend.

Jiang Nian and Feng Bailong were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for eighteen years. Back then, he was a spirited disciple of the Wind Sword Sect, while Feng Bailong was just a fertilized egg.

"Holy Son, if there is anything you need from our Wind Sword Sect, please do not hesitate to give the order."

"Oh? Then there really is something I need your help with."

Jiang Nian swirled the teacup in his hand, took a small sip, and began to get down to business.

"Sect Master Feng, I hope your Fengjian Sect can join our Spirit Hall."

Feng Bailong's face stiffened, then he gave an awkward laugh.

"Your Highness, are you joking?"

Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "Sect Leader Feng, do you think I'm joking?"

Feng Bailong remained silent, his brows furrowed deeply.

Their Wind Sword Sect has been passed down for so many years, and has never relied on any other sect, not even the royal family.

As sword cultivators, they value integrity above all else.

However, the Spirit Hall is now very powerful.

If they disagree, their Wind Sword Sect is probably not far from being wiped out.

Wasn't the Power Clan wiped out silently by the Spirit Hall back then?

Feng Bailong clenched his fists, and a few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ah! I've got it! "Ahem... Your Highness, our Wind Sword Sect has always only cultivated the sword. Only those whose swordsmanship surpasses ours will willingly submit..."

"If the Spirit Hall can find a Soul Master who is stronger than me in the field of swordsmanship, I am willing to lead the Wind Sword Sect to submit!"

Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly, "Really?"

"Really!" Feng Bailong smiled confidently.

As far as he knew, there seemed to be no one in the entire Spirit Hall who wielded a sword spirit more powerful than himself.

I heard that the Grand Elder is supposedly the greatest swordsman in the world, but why would someone like that bother with something like this?
So, the advantage is mine!

"Alright, then please invite Sect Master Feng to come out and have a match."

"Hmm... wait a minute!" Feng Bailong paused, somewhat bewildered, and asked, "Your Highness, aren't you an umbrella-type martial soul? How come you can also use a sword?"

"Isn't that the same?"

"..."

Feng Bailong's lips twitched, but he quickly regained his confident demeanor.

"In that case, I shall experience the Holy Son's swordsmanship."

He initially thought the woman in white had a sword-wielding spirit...

Phew~ You scared yourself.

Once Jiang Nian loses, he'll probably be too embarrassed to bring this up again, right?
What a clever little guy he is!
Feng Bailong smiled, feeling rather pleased.

The two arrived at the square in front of the main hall, intending to have a brief sparring session there.

"Your Highness, why don't we begin now?"

"Ah."

The elders and disciples who had come to watch the drama were whispering among themselves, wondering why their sect leader had gotten into a fight with Jiang Nian, the Holy Son.
"Are they... are they having a sword fight?"

"Huh? Saint Jiang Nian doesn't cultivate swordsmanship, how could he possibly compete in swordsmanship? I think you're just being overly incompetent."

"Huh? Why is the Holy Son picking up a bamboo?!"

Feng Bailong narrowed his eyes, staring at the bamboo in Jiang Nian's hand, and smiled without saying a word.

Madness!

Do you really think you have a sword spirit?!

Throughout the entire continent, apart from the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall and Chen Xin, he has never been afraid of anyone in the realm of swordsmanship!
"Holy Son, be careful!"

"You too."

Jiang Nian picked up the bamboo, made a few light gestures in his hand, and then made an attacking motion.

The other disciples kept their mouths shut and watched intently, curious to see who would win.

Feng Bailong thrust his martial spirit at Jiang Nian. Although he did not use any soul skills, the power he unleashed was not to be underestimated.

Keng!
Jiang Nian easily blocked Feng Bailong's attack with bamboo, his eyes calmly fixed on the man who was almost within arm's reach.

"Your sword is not fast enough, nor is it ruthless enough."

Jiang murmured something, and the bamboo in his hand quickly became covered with dense sword energy.

A terrifying killing intent filled the entire plaza, leaving all the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect speechless with shock.

"This...this is? Impossible! You don't even practice swordsmanship, where did you get this sword heart from?!"

Feng Bailong was about to break through his defenses and suddenly began to doubt whether this world was a little unreal.

Jiang Nian did not reply, but simply unleashed a sword strike.

Feng Bailong quickly used his eighth soul skill to try and defend himself.

However, he still underestimated Jiang Nian.

His defenses were as flimsy as paper, and he easily broke through them.

The longsword in Feng Bailong's hand broke, and his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Half of the broken sword was stuck in the ground, and the square was now in a mess.

Feng Bailong felt dizzy and, looking at the blue sky, couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.

I thought I had victory in the bag, but...

"I...I lost..."

(End of this chapter)