Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Seeing the heavy casualties among his men, Lü Wuyan was consumed by rage. His fierce anger overwhelmed his fear, and he swung his halberd across the sky.

This strike was his trump card, the Overlord Halberd!

This is because his self-created halberd technique consumes a great deal of internal energy. Each time he fights someone, he can only use two halberds at most, but the power is enormous.

After the two halberd strikes, his true energy was almost exhausted, so Lü Wushuang would not use the Overlord Halberd Technique unless absolutely necessary.

But once he used it, he was convinced that even a body of steel could be shattered with a single strike.

If he didn't have any special skills, how could the position of commander-in-chief have fallen into his hands?

"You madman! Die!"

Lu Wushuang poured all his cultivation into the tip of his halberd and slashed at Xie Xiaoyi.

"kill--!"

The remaining Imperial Guards and crossbowmen roared in unison, determined to die, and surged toward the altar.

Xie Xiaoyi looked at Lü Wushuang and praised, "As expected of the leader, that halberd strike was quite interesting, very powerful!"

He was itching to try out what it felt like to clash his heavy sword against another weapon.

Without dodging or avoiding, he swung his arm and the Heaven-Opening Sword cleaved straight at the Heaven-Overlord Halberd, a head-on collision!

clang!

The deafening roar echoed throughout the forbidden area of ​​the Imperial Ancestral Temple; the sound of metal clashing against stone was piercingly loud!

The moment the halberd struck the Heaven-Opening Sword, Lü Wushuang's expression changed drastically—

He felt an immense, terrifying force, like that of gods and demons pressing down on him, surge back along the halberd shaft!

"Ugh—!!"

His arm bones cracked, and his tiger's mouth split open instantly, splattering blood everywhere!

The halberd in his hand was shaken and flew out of his grasp, forming an arc before disappearing into the distant night sky.

The immense force, still powerful, slammed into Lü Wushuang's heavy chest armor!

The armor plating was dented and cracked!

He was blasted away, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and crashed heavily through a wall several dozen feet away before finally coming to a stop.

With a loud crash, the wall collapsed, burying the person inside.

one move!

Just one direct confrontation!

Commander Lü Wushuang's weapon flew out of his hand, he spat out blood, and his fate was unknown!

The entire Imperial Guard froze on the spot, unable to advance or retreat, their faces filled with extreme fear.

In that suffocatingly silent moment—

The wind in the entire Imperial Ancestral Temple suddenly froze.

A grandmaster's aura, surpassing all things in heaven and earth, slowly seeped in from outside the hall.

The pressure was so great that everyone's knees went weak, and they almost knelt down in submission.

In the darkness, a figure in a green robe slowly stepped in.

His eyes were covered by a plain black cloth strip, so he didn't need to look; he could see through the entire scene just by the sound of a gust of wind.

The man faced Xie Xiaoyi and spoke in a cold voice:

"The Sword of National Protection is a possession of the royal family of my Great Sheng Dynasty. If you lay down the sword, I may spare your life."

Is this blind man really that arrogant?

Could he be—

Xie Xiaoyi had once heard Hua Youwu say that Wang Shaobo, one of the four grandmasters, had been poisoned with phoenix blood since childhood, which rendered him blind, but his hearing was astonishing.

Thinking of this, he dared not be negligent and immediately clasped his hands in a respectful bow: "May I ask if you are Young Master Wang?"

The man in the blue robe gave an answer that was irrelevant to the question:

"Thirty years ago, I couldn't draw this sword! Today, you have, and it's still worth my effort."

As he spoke, he paused, and the knife at his waist seemed to hum.

"I am Wang Shaobo, the Wind Listener from Beijing Film Academy, the Dragon Slayer and Soul Chaser!"

Swah——

With a flash of light, the man in the green robe flipped his sleeve, and no one saw how he drew his sword. A soft sound broke the deathly silence.

The Wind-Listening Blade slashed out diagonally!

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a thin, hair-like, yet chillingly cold, silver-white blade of energy silently slashing towards Xie Xiaoyi.

He really is Wang Shaobo!

Xie Xiaoyi was shocked. The slash in front of him was strangely slow, but in reality, it was too fast to avoid.

"His aura should be at the Sun-Radiant Profound Realm, a whole level higher than my Moon-Void Breaking Dust Realm!"

We must not be careless!

At the critical moment, he tensed his arms, held the 108-pound Heaven-Opening Giant Sword in front of him, and unleashed the full force of his Turtle Spirit True Qi!

boom!!!

The moment the blade struck the sword, the entire altar shattered from the middle!

The massive stone platform was forcefully split in two by the residual force, sending rubble flying into the sky.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Xie Xiaoyi remained standing firmly in place, and all the rubble that was thrown at him was deflected by the Turtle Spirit Armor.

The Imperial Guards around them were terrified.

That strike and that block were far beyond the scope of ordinary martial arts, like a clash of demons or a battle of gods!

Startled, the crowd involuntarily retreated, their steps frantic, pushing and shoving each other.

In an instant, they retreated to a large open space, only daring to gaze at the two extraordinary figures from afar.

In a single exchange, neither side could gain the upper hand, yet the difference in skill was immediately apparent.

Wang Shaobo, his face covered by a black cloth, gently "lifted" towards Xie Xiaoyi, his voice soft yet suffocating the entire room:

"Boy, what's your name? You're quite good at taking a blow from my knife at your age."

"I've taken a liking to your talent. If you leave behind the Heaven-Opening Sword, I might spare your life."

Xie Xiaoyi gripped the Heaven-Opening Giant Sword tightly and let out a sly grin:

"I will not hand over the sword. However, I can tell you my name, senior. My name is Xie Xiaoyi."

"Xie Xiaoyi..."

Wang Shaobo repeated it softly, his aura suddenly turning cold, his blue robe fluttering even without wind: "Xie Xiaoyi...Wang Yu, did you kill him?"

Huh?

Why did he suddenly get angry?

Wang Shaobo...

Wang Yu...

Are they relatives?

Pshaw, who cares!

Xie Xiaoyi remained expressionless and nodded slightly: "That's right, I killed the grandson of the Second Prince Wang Yu."

"presumptuous!"

Wang Shaobo roared, his voice as cold as ancient ice: "Today, even if you leave behind the Heaven-Opening Sword, you will still die!"

Killing Wang Yu was the most satisfying thing Xie Xiaoyi had ever done in his life. That person had touched his sore spot, and in his eyes, he deserved to die.

Wang Shaobo got so angry, they must be family, and they hate each other because of each other, so they must all be bad people.

Xie Xiaoyi scoffed, his tone flippant and irritating, enough to drive anyone mad:

"So the Four Grandmasters are so easily teased? They get angry so easily?"

Wang Shaobo's aura was cold and deep beneath the blindfold, and his blue robe trembled slightly.

"You are young, yet your cultivation is not weak, but your heart is extremely vicious. Wang Yu is my own nephew."

"I have come to the capital on His Majesty's orders to take your life!"

That's it!

Xie Xiaoyi's mind raced—

The sage Tian Suanzi once said that if one wants to cleave through the primordial illusion, one must reach an unprecedented level.

So he sent me to challenge the world's best martial artists and hone my skills.

Today, to be able to spar with someone like Wang Shaobo is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

However, after pulling out the Heavenly Sword and fighting a series of battles against the Imperial Guards, his internal energy was greatly depleted.

The current situation is definitely not the best time to confront him head-on.

Perhaps...

Should we take his first move?