Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Qin Zhong was sent flying backward like a rag doll, his body swaying in mid-air, without even having time to utter a sound.

Qin Huaiyu's face instantly turned cold, his inner energy suddenly dissipated, and he leaped out, his palm firmly pressing against Qin Zhong's back.

Fearing his adopted son would be more severely injured from being attacked by two forces, he dared not take the impact head-on and could only use the force of the palm strike to retreat hastily backward...

One step, two steps, three steps, retreating all the way to the seventh step.

He managed to dissipate all the fierce force and finally regain his balance.

As soon as he caught the person, Qin Zhong felt a surge in his throat, and with a "whoosh," a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

Qin Huaiyu looked at his adopted son's pale face, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, and his true energy overflowed from his body in layers. His gaze swept towards Xie Xiaoyi with genuine killing intent.

"You've actually reached the Starry Sky Profound Realm? I underestimated you."

Xie Xiaoyi was secretly pleased: "I didn't expect the Profound Realm to be so powerful?"

The power of the Upper Five Realms is indeed not to be underestimated; this breakthrough was totally worth it! My aunt's virginity was a huge help, it was like a great tonic.

He turned to look at Xie Lingyun, grinning mischievously, "Auntie, how about my sword strike, Xie Mo Kills Donkey?"

Xie Lingyun smiled slightly: "It's alright, acceptable!"

Upon seeing this, the Second Prince Wang Yu immediately ordered two guards to step forward, lift Qin Zhong, and carry him back to the carriage beside him, instructing them to take good care of him.

Enraged, Qin Huaiyu lunged at Xie Xiaoyi with a sudden burst of energy, his fist striking with the force of the Heavenly Gang Child Skill aimed directly at Xie's face.

The speed was too fast; Xie Lingyun was too late to provide assistance.

Xie Xiaoyi, being close by, saw the fierce punch and immediately gathered his energy to unleash his ultimate move, "killing the donkey after it has done its work."

"Bang!"

The energy tornado had barely taken shape when it was shattered by Qin Huaiyu's fist energy.

The Heavenly Gang Force crashed straight in, and even though Xie Xiaoyi was prepared in advance and pushed his Vajra Body to its limit, he was still sent flying.

The power of the Heavenly Gang Child Skill remained undiminished. Qin Huaiyu unleashed wave after wave of his inner energy, determined to kill Xie Xiaoyi instantly.

Xie Xiaoyi's mind raced, and he regarded the fist energy as a giant wave practicing swordsmanship in the sea.

He immediately unleashed a series of slashes with his longsword, and with each strike of his sword intent, the fist's energy would be dissipated by a portion of its force.

It took more than ten thrusts to barely dissipate the fierce force and stagger to regain his footing.

The Second Prince Wang Yu and his four guards were all shocked.

Qin Huaiyu was a top-tier fighter in the imperial palace. Those imperial guards would have a hard time even taking a finger from him, let alone a punch.

Xie Xiaoyi, however, managed to withstand the full force of the Heavenly Gang Child Skill's attack.

It's simply unbelievable.

Meanwhile, Qin Huaiyu threw a second punch at Xie Xiaoyi.

Xie Lingyun, knowing the danger, had already drawn his sword and stood in front of Xie Xiaoyi, his longsword slashing and striking directly at the force of Xie Xiaoyi's fist—

With a loud bang, the sword energy and the Heavenly Gang Force collided violently, and both of them were forced back three steps.

"You brat, you're asking for death!" Qin Huaiyu roared, his palm strike becoming even fiercer.

Xie Lingyun advanced instead of retreating, parrying all of Xie Lingyun's attacks.

The two figures flew about, fighting from the foot of the mountain to the sea, and then from the sea to the cliff edge, their fists and sword energy stirring up sand and dust everywhere.

Seeing this, Wang Yu sneered and raised his hand to make a gesture.

The four guards immediately gave orders in a deep voice, and fifty men were separated from the thousand-armored formation, forming a dense formation with swords and shields raised, and using the army's battle formation tactics to directly approach Xie Xiaoyi.

Xie Lingyun caught a glimpse of the armored vehicle approaching out of the corner of his eye and tried to break away to help, but Qin Huaiyu held him tightly.

His palm strikes were like thunder, each move relentless, giving her no chance to breathe and completely blocking her escape routes.

"Xie Lingyun, if you want to save that flower thief, you'll have to get past me first!"

"Qin Huaiyu, if he loses even a single hair today, I will make all of you pay with your lives."

"How arrogant!"

"Then let's give it a try!"

The armored army arrived, and Xie Xiaoyi, not wanting Xie Lingyun to be distracted by him, did not hesitate any longer, riding the Swallow Cloud and charging into the formation.

The sword technique of "Viewing the Vast Ocean" was unleashed in rapid succession—

Sword One: A swift, direct thrust; Sword Two: A diagonal slash that cuts through wood and shields; Sword Three: A penetrating armor and piercing through iron; Sword Four: A rock-shattering strike that breaks the sternum; Sword Five: A star-plucking, point-and-slash like a wheel.

Ten bursts of Star-Picking Sword Qi erupted in succession, their sword light weaving into a net; fifty armored soldiers were no match for him at all.

Before long, the army was wiped out, with some dead, some wounded, and some crippled.

Xie Xiaoyi flicked his wrist and laughed, "Auntie, focus on dealing with that old eunuch, don't worry about me!"

Xie Lingyun felt relieved. He had been worried that Xie Xiaoyi's swordplay was at a disadvantage, but now he focused his mind and energy.

He steadily parried and blocked the sword moves, and in an instant, he was evenly matched with Qin Huaiyu, barely managing to draw.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Second Prince Wang Yu, and he made a plan in his mind.

Xie Xiaoyi was able to emerge unscathed from the Fifty Iron Armor Formation only because of his Vajra Saintly Realm physique; iron swords and spears could not break through his defenses.

However, all martial arts masters have a fatal weakness: they must take a breath if they attack for too long. Once their true energy cannot be replenished, they are no different from ordinary people.

He immediately shouted, "Twenty men per team, divided into five teams, charge in succession, don't give Xie Xiaoyi even a chance to catch his breath!"

Upon hearing this, the four guards dared not delay and immediately split up to relay the order: "By His Highness's command, form teams of twenty and charge in shifts!"

As soon as the order was given, the hundred armored soldiers quickly disassembled and reassembled. The first twenty men, armed with swords and shields, charged forward, their blades dense and aimed directly at Xie Xiaoyi.

Xie Xiaoyi swung his sword to force back the front team. Just as he was about to gather his breath, the second team of armored soldiers arrived one after another at the guards' command, abruptly cutting off his breathing break.

The four guards stood at the four corners, keeping a close eye on the battle, and immediately ordered their replacements to fill in any gaps in the offensive of any team that slowed down.

The five armored teams launched wave after wave of continuous attacks, but the breathing gap that Wang Yu had anticipated never materialized.

After several charges, the five teams had lost more than half their men, and the ground was littered with wailing soldiers.

Wang Yu's face was extremely gloomy at this moment. He couldn't understand why Xie Xiaoyi wasn't afraid of that vital point for breathing.

The five armored squads suffered heavy casualties in round after round of attacks.

Call it a day!

Xie Xiaoyi leaned his sword against the ground and sneered, "You've got a good plan, trying to use your breathing to stop me? Too bad I'm not falling for that!"

Wang Yu was startled: "That's absolutely impossible. How could a martial artist not breathe before making a move? Wouldn't they suffocate if they didn't breathe?"

Upon hearing Xie Xiaoyi's words, Xie Lingyun's lips curled slightly, and a sense of composure spread across his face.

He thought to himself, "When he was catching fish in the sea, he cleverly used the 'All Streams Return to the Source' technique, which allowed him to breathe through his pores. Of course, he didn't need to take deep breaths."

Xie Xiaoyi brought the sword to his lips and blew on it. Blood droplets fell to the ground from the sword, and the sword's light instantly became cold and bright.

"Now it's my turn to charge into you!"