The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　The result is just part of the layout...

　"His father is dead," Vivian whispered, "and now you want to kill him?"

　"How could that be? He's still useful," Heimu smiled. "Now, let me reiterate my original proposal – instead of being so confrontational, we could show some goodwill and engage in some... cooperation. What do you think?"

　Cooperation, it's really magical to hear these two words coming out of the mouths of the Black Dragon Society.

　Alice winked at Vivian and nodded immediately:

　"What cooperation?"

　"Remember that meeting at the North City Tavern? The time when you were tracking down the Steam Man..." Heimu's smile lingered, "Back then, I told you... you pay a high price, and the rich, fine wine will naturally flow from the bottle..."

　"Don't beat around the bush," Vivian said coldly, "What can you offer us?"

　"About the past of the Ancient Dragon Hunter," Heimu said, "and... perhaps your past."

　Hearing this, Wei

　Vivian's pupils shrank slightly, and her breathing slowed down a lot.

　She was silent for a while, then said:

　"What's the price?"

　"A price? No, no, no, this past is as rich as fine wine to me. What additional price do I need?" Heimu smiled. "But... you have to allow me to uncover some of the unknowns in your soul. This requires you to let down your guard, that's all..."

　"How can I be sure you won't hurt her?" Alice took two steps forward. "No, I think..."

　"Okay, I promise you."

　Vivian stepped forward without hesitation, looking directly at Heimu.

　"What do you want me to do?"

　"Vivian..."

　Alice wanted to dissuade her, but when she saw Xiaolongnu's stubborn expression, she knew that she couldn't persuade her.

　Revealing her past is more important to Vivian than anything else.

　"...It's simple, just open your arms and don't resist."

　The dark wood raised one hand, revealing the black tattoos on it - those tattoos were glowing.

　Seeing that Vivian was determined, Alice warned in a low voice:

　"You'd better not do anything to her... or else..."

　"Don't worry, these memories will also be revealed to you," Heimu smiled. "This is a good supervision process, isn't it?"

　"Stop talking nonsense and come on." Vivian took a deep breath.

　"as you wish."

　As the black aura emanated from the tattoo on her arm, Vivian felt something resonating deep within her soul.

　That was the part she didn't remember - a faint haze shrouded that part, which was now slowly fading away.

　"Pfft!"

　With the sound of shattering glass, Vivian's eyes suddenly widened, and light flowed in her ice-blue vertical pupils.

　"found it."

　Black Wood pulled lightly, and white light burst out from Vivian's chest, instantly enveloping everyone.

　"Ding----"

　""

　The breeze is gentle.

　When Vivian opened her eyes, she found herself standing on the stands of the square.

　The air was filled with cheers and a cold icy air lingered in the surroundings.

　Vivian looked around and saw ice dragons lying on the huge stands, their huge wings folded and their icy eyes like torches.

　Among them, humans dressed in oriental costumes also cheered, their faces filled with joy.

　This was the day when the Ice Dragon lineage still existed.

　Amidst the commotion, someone shouted:

　"The last match! The last match! Mr. Wanzhe, the number one swordsman in Danzhou, has earned the right to challenge the champion! Who will be the winner today?"

　Challenging the champion? Vivian was stunned.

　She looked around, her gaze passing over the crowds of people in the stands and landing on the two people standing in the center of the square.

　Her eyes widened slightly.

　That day, amid the noise, light descended from between the dark clouds, outlining the young man's proud and confident profile.

　He was a young man with short white hair, dressed in a white cloth shirt, holding a bronze straight sword in his hand with an arrogant attitude.

　Even from such a distance, Vivian could see the icy flame in his eyes.

　The ice flame was far brighter than hers.

　"Persess Xia! Warrior of the Ice Dragon family! Twenty-three consecutive champions! Versus the number one swordsman!"

　Opposite the young man, a swordsman in armor had already taken up a stance, his face stern.

　He stared at the young man's calm face, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

　"Perses Xia!" Wanzhe whispered.

　"Come on," Poerseth twisted his neck, "cut the red tape."

　"Then I'll show you the results of my ten years of hard work!"

　Wanzhe roared and swung the sword violently. The wind chimes on the back of the sword rang and flames gushed out from the sword.

　His movements were so fast that before the audience's eyes could react, the sword had already reached Perses!

　And Perses hasn't even taken up his stance yet!

　"call----"

　Just when Vivian thought Perses was about to be hit, she saw the boy turn his head.

　Stepping through the crowd, those ice-blue eyes met Vivian's.

　Then he laughed.

　"Watch this," he mouthed.

　"clang--"

　“Swish, swish—”

　If Wanzhe's sword strike took one tenth of a second, then Perses' three consecutive sword strikes took one thousandth of a second!

　As the ice-blue blade flashed, Wanzhe's face was still frozen with a smug look.

　The next second, he flew out with his sword, rolled three times on the ground in a panic, and fell dizzy.

　When he finally managed to get up, he found Perses still standing in the distance, calm and defenseless.

　The only difference from before was that a faint icy flame flickered on his sword blade.

　"Oh oh oh!!!"

　In the stands, the crowd was boiling with excitement. The dragons were either raising their front limbs and flapping their arms, or rolling their bodies and circling.

　This is the absolute suppressive power displayed by a genius that appears once in a thousand years. In Danzhou, there are only a few people who can control the sword like this, and Perses is one of them.

　From the discussions of the people around her, Vivian learned that this young man named Perses Xia had dominated all sword-related competitions in Danzhou at a young age, and had even won the championship for the 23rd time in the top arena called "Kendo Association".

　This year's challenger is Wan Zhe, the top swordsman of the Danzhou Prefecture Patrol Army. He was defeated by Poerses ten years ago.

　, and practiced madly for ten years, and was promoted from a small officer in the army to the sword master.

　But even so, it only took three sword strikes for Perses to defeat his attack.

　"Okay, admit defeat."

　Poerses slowly walked up to Wanzhe, smiled and extended his hand:

　"You fought well. There's no need to hurt yourself."

　"Stop pushing me!"

　Wanzhe did not catch the hand that Perses extended. He roared, raised his sword and slashed out a stream of fire.

　"call--"

　Poerses leaned back nimbly, dodging one sword after another. As he dodged, he smiled and said:

　"Alright, Mr. Wanzhe, your speed is no different from a snail in my eyes. There is no possibility for us to get close."

　"Shut up!"

　Wanzhe's face was already hideous, with veins popping out on his forehead - there seemed to be a red light flowing along with his blood!

　That was a sign of extraordinary loss of control!

　"You're really working hard," Perses said as he retreated. "Why bother? Taking a six-month vacation just to finish this competition?"

　"I told you to shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

　Wanzhe roared and swung his flaming sword wildly, his eyes gradually becoming bloodshot.

　"You... you remnants of the Ice Flame! I'm not like them! I know what you did! I know what you did!"

　"You should be destroyed! Killed! Expelled completely! Stop being so smug! Put away your scales, you are also a dragon! A dragon will always be a dragon!"

　"What a serious accusation," Perses said, still smiling, "Then I'll play with you again."

　After dodging once, he suddenly stepped sideways and swung his sword.

　"clang--"

　Wanzhe used all his strength to block the sword, and his boots scraped the ground and flew three meters away.

　Just as he recovered his stance, he saw the young genius brandishing his sword, emitting streaks of icy blue light.

　"bass--"

　"clang--"

　Lin Zhe blocked the sword light, and the next second he saw a white shadow flash - Perses was already in front of him.

　"Go right." Perses said softly.

　"boom--"

　The sword thrust out, and Wanzhe dodged it by a hair's breadth, but the wind from the sword caused a ringing in his ears.

　If it weren't for Perses's size, the force of this sword would probably have directly shattered his brain into pieces.

　The Kendo tournament is an open-ended competition, so even if Wanzhe is killed by Perses, the latter does not need to bear any charges.

　This is a warning.

　"You can attack me," Wanzhe heard Poerses whisper in a split second, "but don't involve my family."

　The next second, Perses threw a front elbow, disarming Wanzhe and letting his sword fall to the side.

　He rolled quickly, picked up the sword from the ground, and the moment he turned around, he saw a blue light coming towards him -

　"clang--"

　"Kacha."

　The sword blade broke, and the gust of air created knocked Wanzhe to the ground.

　When he came to his senses in a daze, he saw a blue light pointing directly at his face.

　——Perses’ sword hung before his face, flashing with a cold light.

　"You lose." The boy smiled.

　""

　Wanzhe's hand loosened, and the broken hilt fell to the ground with a "ding-dong" sound.