to translate!These thoughts merely flickered past, but the words from the headmaster of Jiangcheng Dao Institute were firm. "This is impossible. I know Zheng Ren's strength very well, and even now, Zh...Regarding Jiang Wangyong's brave and forthright attitude, Zhao Xuanyang nodded in respect.

Then, finally, it turned halfway around and faced Jiang Wang directly.

“War and violence are never good. I have always advocated for peace. Let's settle things with words, not weapons.” He still smiled and said, “See, you’ve scared all of them.”

Although they two faced each other near the entrance of the wine shop, Ming Ming, clearly, was a distance away from everyone else.

But throughout the entire restaurant, guests, diners, and staff all moved as far away from the center as possible, almost all crowding against the walls.

And at this very moment, Jiang Wang suddenly thought of something.

If it were the "Jiang Wang" these people are talking about, what would he do now

Probably everyone in the entire restaurant is being held hostage!

Zhao Xuan yang is the proud son of Heaven from Jing Guo, a hegemon in Zhong Yu.

A hegemonic nation must bear the responsibilities of a hegemonic nation. A prodigy should shoulder the duties of a prodigy.

If these people in the restaurant were to be taken hostage, regardless of their gender, age, or whether they were extraordinary or not, they would all be threatened and killed. It can be assumed that Zhao Xuan Yang wouldn't be oblivious to this.

From the most ruthless combat perspective, this might be the only factor that can be utilized in such an environment.

But Jiang Wang held a sword in his hand, and said only: "You have forty breaths' time to leave this place. After forty breaths, I will do my utmost and fight to the death here."

He said this very calmly.

The people in the tavern, gripped by fear, turned their eyes to Zhao Xuan yang, the Tianjiao of the Jing Nation.

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Zhao Xuanyang smiled and nodded.

Then a crowd of people surged out, making way around Jiang Wang and flowing past Zhao Xuanyang to exit the tavern. Not even anyone dared linger near the tavern; they all ran further out.

In battles of this caliber, they certainly have no right to be spectators.

The grand hall of the restaurant suddenly stood empty.

Only the remnants of dishes and leftover wine on the table still described the boisterous scene from earlier.

Zhao Xuanyang's eyes finally showed some surprise.

He thought that Jiang Wang would take advantage of the crowd dispersing to do something, and he was ready for it. Unexpectedly, Jiang Wang didn't do anything, as if he really just wanted to clear a fair battlefield.

A practitioner of the Inner Palace, cleaning the battlefield, wants to fight Zhao Xuan yang fairly

This is rather absurd.

But this feeling, it felt fresh to him!

Looking into those calm and clear eyes, he thought, "What an interesting person."

And in the next instant, sword light shone upon its eyes!

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In Zhao Xuanyang's eyes, the young man in black robe and long hair, who was dressed quite disheveled just a moment ago, suddenly seemed radiant.

Burning flames surged around him, frost winds whipped at his back, and in a flash, a sword thrust forward with the might of a collapsing pillar!

“This is too interesting!” Zhao Xuanyang couldn’t help but exclaim.

Then he made his move.

He really just "took action".

His wooden sword was still clutched in his hand, and his empty right hand reached forward, two fingers extended!

At that instant, jade-colored light flowed. Two fingers glowed with brilliance.

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The blade of the longing sword was actually caught!

Jiang Wang attacked with his peak sword, but it was blocked by the two fingers and could not advance any further.

What an enormous gap!

Zhao Xuanyang, with his sword's edge gripped between his fingers, twisted them, as if about to break the tip of Chang Xiangsi.

The sudden, sharp clang of swords was the mournful cry of Chang Xiangsi!

While the strongest sword strike was easily intercepted by Jiang Wang, there was no trace of surprise on his face.

He and Zhao Xuanyang, were originally worlds apart.

He was certainly a genius, but Zhao Xuanyang was also a genius.

He only had the cultivation of an inner palace, while Zhao Xuanyang was already a god!

The gap in strength was there all along, it wasn't something that could be bridged by sheer willpower alone. He had to face reality.

After facing reality...

Fight again!

Jiāng Wàng's whole person, as if transformed into a piece of floating leaf, gently floated up. This long-shaped longing (cháng xíng sī), is the petiole of the floating leaf.

He soared high with the terrifying power of Zhao Xuan Yang's two-fingered strike, his hand never leaving his sword as he used it to float closer, pressing against Zhao Xuan Yang. His mouth opened —

The true fire of samadhi swept over her.

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Meanwhile, the left hand suddenly shot out.

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A wisp of frost wind swirled in his palm, transforming into a chillingly long nail that silently pierced towards Zhao Xuanyang's heart.

In that instant, Jiang Wang was already launching a series of deadly attacks.

It is not weak, and its control over fighter jets is quite precise.

Zhao Xuanyang still smiled, and on his handsome face, a layer of gold suddenly appeared.

The Samma-dhi True Fire surged forth, but it only elicited a slight ripple from the golden light.

Meanwhile, the hand holding the wooden sword only moved a few inches.

After the killing nail fell, it landed squarely on the sword!

Only such a faint sound, only this one ring.

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Zhao Xuanyang's two fingers that had been clamping the sword tip suddenly turned back, returning Changxiangsi to its original state. Then with a gentle push, he sent Jiang Wang back to his position, sword and all.

The wind subsided, and it fell to the ground.

At this moment, Jiang Wang's body is ablaze with crimson fire, a frosty wind blows at his back, and a long sword rests in his hand, still radiating an imposing presence. Beside him, just as he had placed it, sits the table with his swift blade resting upon it.

He returned to his starting position, as if he had never taken a step.

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But he clearly, has exhausted all means!

While Zhao Xuanyang only moved his finger and shifted the tip of his sword.

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This is truly a disheartening gap!

"Such a fine sword, it's a pity to destroy it." Zhao Xuanyang chuckled softly.

The gap in strength, he thought, had already been made abundantly clear.

It's time to give up resistance.

But just at that moment, he heard the chirping of birds, he saw a meteor streak across the sky, and he saw one after another fireworks blooming between heaven and earth...

Art of Fire!

Jiang Wang didn't know what giving up was. As the Fire Realm unfolded, his left eye turned crimson red.

The painting of a lone warrior entering the battlefield is laid out, and the setting sun sinks again to the west.

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At the same time, an attack was launched on both the physical and spiritual levels!

The blazing sun plummeted from the heavens, its power threatening to destroy the world. Yet, the handsome figure clad in a yin-yang robe simply smiled, raising his palm and single-handedly holding back the sky!

He pressed "the sun" with one palm back into the heavens, as if pressing it against the edge of the world. He flattened and shattered this sun completely!

The illusion on the soul level dissipated.

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Jiang Wang's Qian Yang's eyes suddenly closed, shedding a tear of blood.

But in the world outside, Zhao Xuanyang did not flinch or dodge. He looked around at the Fire Realm he was in, marvelling: "What a genius creation, already showing signs of life! Such a magnificent scene!"

This is a comprehensive gap, this is a complete crushing.

But true courage is not the strong fighting the weak.

It's challenging the impossible, challenging despair!

Jiang Wang's left eye was bleeding, his soul power shattered, yet he pushed forward in the Fire Realm. He swung his sword, standing tall, stubborn, and valiant!

A person standing between heaven and earth should strive to support the heavens and earth!

His extremely uplifted spirit, at this moment, seemed to have a subtle connection with this fire realm.

And so, within the heavens and earth, there appeared "humanity"!

In a world of fire, there is truly a "god" who stands tall!

In terms of swordsmanship alone, the most powerful sword technique Jiang Wang has ever wielded is undoubtedly the Human Character Sword.

The peak of Jianxian's power, when wielding a single sword, is more about integrating divine powers and unifying all aspects into one. It's similar to Zhong Xuan Zun's Sun Moon Star Three Wheel Slashing Void Saber.

At this time, Jiang Wang wielded the Renzi Sword within the Fire Realm, facing the heavenly prodigy Zhao Xuanyang, displaying the courage and indomitability of humanity.

While the fire realm technique is the strongest technique Jiang Wang can currently use.

Fusing divine powers, totems, and Taoist techniques into a unified realm.

The strongest Daoist magic and the strongest swordsmanship to date have achieved a wonderful unity at this moment.

Facing such a hopeless opponent, Jiang Wang became even more courageous and made further breakthroughs.

Art has been born in the world, and the sword has become the way!

"Good!" Zhao Xuanyang's eyes lit up.

Once it shone, it never dimmed again.

A wispy figure seemed to leap from his eyes and onto his wooden sword.

The wooden sword shone brightly.

And Zhao Xuanyang held the sword in his left hand, upright before him.

The wooden sword's blade pressed directly against Jiang Wang's sword tip!

The blade of the wooden sword split Zhao Xuan yang's face in two. One side reflected the fiery radiance, while the other seemed to be shrouded in shadow, indistinct.

Jiang Wang, wielding his sword, arrived and met his gaze.

In Zhao Xuan yang's eyes, Jiang Wang didn't see any emotion.

In Jiang Wang's eyes, Zhao Xuanyang never found despair.

Their eyes met, their wills clashing in battle.

Time and space, as if already solidified.

At that time, a shooting star streaked across the sky, firebirds danced in the air, and flames swayed around them.

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The boy in the black robe, his sword striking the southern wall.

And this peerless divine descendant, majestic as a mountain, unyielding and immovable.

Jiang Wang could no longer advance, both man and sword were suspended in mid-air, while Zhao Xuan yang sighed: “Have you hit a dead end”

After a sigh, he gently turned the wooden sword in his hand. The tip of the longsword, shaped like a willow branch, followed the direction of the turn and stabbed along the side of the wooden sword.

Just passed through Zhao Xuanyang's cheek, piercing the air, but not a single hair of his was harmed.

The hilt of the sword, like a full moon, clashed with the wooden blade.

Man and sword are like equals.

At this time, Jiang Wang was also close to him. Zhao Xuan Yang clenched his right fist and simply punched directly at his abdomen.

In mid-air, Jiang Wang arched like a shrimp bow. The five inner palaces along with the Heavenly Palace trembled violently and for a moment lost their ability to resist.

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While Zhao Xuanyang relaxed his fist, he flicked his hand, causing a golden rope to shoot out. He wrapped it around Jiang Wang twice, binding him securely.

This rope, its material unknown, the instant it bound him, a faint golden glow imprinted upon Tiangong... Jiang Wang's inner Dao Yuan seemed to solidify, becoming completely immobile.

The result is in.

This was a clash with not much suspense, perhaps only Jiang Wang himself, still trying to struggle for a possibility.

Now, this struggle has come to an end.

The magnificent world of fire crumbled into ruin.

The tavern they were in had been completely burned down, leaving nothing behind but a desolate wasteland, a hideous scar on this city.

Although the shockwaves were confined within this tavern, there was no sign of life within a radius of one mile.

Only the extraordinary powers belonging to the Zhongshan Nation stood guard within a radius of one mile... waiting to clean up the aftermath.

Zhao Xuanyong only then looked at Jiang Wang: "In your sword just now, I almost saw the embryonic form of the Dao. It's a pity that you were born ten years too late."

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He thought for a moment, then said, "No, perhaps five years."

In his view, it would take ten or five years for Jiang Wang to achieve the level of a deity, capable of truly confronting him today. This can be considered an extremely high evaluation.

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But now that it is highly regarded here by Zhao Xuanyang, it may not necessarily be a good thing.

The higher his ceiling, the less his enemies want to let him go.

At this moment, Jiang Wang's arms were tightly bound to his torso by golden ropes, unable to move.

His left eye was tightly shut, a trail of blood snaking down his cheek.

With his right eye still open, he spoke calmly. There was no resentment or pity in his voice, only serenity. "There's nothing to regret," he said. "Life has its own rhythm. You arrived later than some, and I left earlier than others. Today, you captured me. It means I was outmatched. That's all."

“I’m starting to appreciate you more and more,” Zhao Xuanyang said. “I rarely see such an interesting person like you… You don’t seem to be remorseful at all”

“What are you worrying about” Jiang Wang said in a low voice: “I’ve done everything I can, and given it my best shot. No matter what the result is, just face it.”

"What a true warrior's mentality! Unlike some so-called prodigies, who possess talent and strength but lack a sound personality. If the timing were right, I would invite you for a drink!" Zhao Xuanyang exclaimed, then said: "During the battle just now, I had two moments where I developed some distractions. I suppose it was due to your divine abilities"

He asked with interest, "That's quite interesting. What kind of divine power have you been hiding"

Facing Zhao Xuan yang's divine presence, Jiang Wang absolutely had no right to struggle for a sliver of escape.

This led to him hiding for so long, his deviant path that he never revealed even at the Yellow River Confluence, failing when facing Zhao Xuanyang and being detected!

This is undoubtedly a blow. But under these circumstances, it's just adding insult to injury.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jiang Wang said impassively.

Zhao Xuanying shrugged: “I'm not going to force you, anyway I can probably guess one or two things.”

He casually hung the wooden sword diagonally behind him, then reached out and took the long Xiangsi sword from Jiang Wang's tight grip, returning it to its Shenlong wood scabbard. He was also considerate enough to help him fasten this famous sword to his waist.

"Well," Zhao Xuan Yang surveyed Jiang Wang, tightly bound and helpless, with satisfaction. Admiring his handiwork, he said, "It's time we head to Yu Jing Mountain. I admire you, and I'll prepare delicious food for you."

“Should I say thank you” Jiang Wang asked.

He looked truly miserable, but his expression was so serene. It seemed as if he were ready to face anything, whatever it may be.

This is truly a state of contentment, a feeling of having done one's best and without regrets.

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“Hahaha.” Zhao Xuanyang laughed with delight. “That’s not necessary at all!”

He reached out and grabbed Jiang Wang's arm, preparing to fly away with this captive.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly pierced through, extremely sharp and piercing into people's ears.

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