Chapter 863: Kill Liu Zixuan!

Liu Zixuan could feel Zhao Yi’s apology.

At the same time, he could sense the struggle and agony in Zhao Yi’s heart.

Choosing between a brother and a wife is akin to the dilemma of saving one’s wife or mother when both fall into a river.

Choosing loyalty means abandoning filial piety; choosing filial piety means forsaking loyalty!

For a normal man, it’s more distressing than death.

Seeing Zhao Yi’s reddened eyes, Liu Zixuan twitched his lips slightly and smiled faintly: "Most of your Cultivation Techniques were taught by me. You’ve never had the chance to prove yourself, so why not take today to see how far you’ve really grown!"

Zhao Yi’s expression suddenly became somewhat strange, and he frowned and asked, "You already know?"

"Is it hard to guess?"

Liu Zixuan smiled mysteriously and waved Zhao Yi over: "Come, consider it a spar between brothers, don’t burden yourself with any concern."

Zhao Yi gritted his teeth: "Zixuan, I hope you can understand my selfish desire!"

With that, Zhao Yi directly drew the Celestial Spirit Saber, and in an instant, a fierce Celestial Spirit Saber Intent burst forth from his body.

As the saber swung, Zhao Yi’s figure vanished from his original spot, directly attacking Liu Zixuan.

Just as Liu Zixuan said, Zhao Yi’s foundational Cultivation Techniques were taught by him, so he was well-aware of how Zhao Yi would attack.

As Zhao Yi swung his saber to attack, a sword rang in Liu Zixuan’s hand, and the Nameless Sword directly met the attack.

Clang!

In an instant, the sword and saber clashed, sparking dazzling sparks!

Feeling the righteous aura of the Celestial Spirit Saber Intent, Liu Zixuan grinned and said: "Not bad, it looks like you’ve learned the Celestial Spirit Saber Technique!"

"Almost there." Zhao Yi’s eyes flashed, and his left hand gripped the saber’s hilt, adding more strength to the saber.

Liu Zixuan frowned slightly: "Oh, trying to take advantage of the moment to break my Sword Techniques?"

"Zixuan, this is what you taught me. In battle, find every opportunity to take the upper hand!" Zhao Yi said in a deep voice.

Liu Zixuan smiled: "Then today I’ll teach you another technique! It’s called the Counterattack in Adversity!"

As he spoke, Liu Zixuan suddenly let go of the Nameless Sword’s hilt, a move that caused Zhao Yi’s pupils to constrict.

He knew that releasing the Nameless Sword would result in the Celestial Spirit Saber slicing through Liu Zixuan’s wrist, and it was too late to pull back!

Just as the Celestial Spirit Saber was about to slice Liu Zixuan’s wrist, his wrist disappeared like silk beneath the saber, and the next moment, he was holding the Nameless Sword again!

"This... How is this possible!" Zhao Yi asked wide-eyed: "Aren’t you worried about missing the sword hilt?"

"The highest Realm of the Celestial Spirit Saber Technique is the Man and Sword Unity. When facing the enemy and falling into disadvantage, you must trust your saber immensely, because at that moment, it’s not just a saber—it’s your support and the soul of your attack!

Ask yourself, at such a moment, would you mishandle your soul or your support?"

Zhao Yi suddenly understood and broke into a smile, retreating three steps: "I get it now, the final piece missing in mastering the Celestial Spirit Saber Technique was treating the saber as the ’soul’ rather than just a ’weapon’!"

"Again!" Liu Zixuan shouted to Zhao Yi, holding his long sword.

Zhao Yi nodded heavily, throwing the Celestial Spirit Saber into the air, then forming Seals with his hands to channel Inner Strength into the saber.

At this moment, the Celestial Spirit Saber seemed imbued with a soul, autonomously attacking Liu Zixuan.

Liu Zixuan smiled, tossing the Nameless Sword to meet the Celestial Spirit Saber in battle.

This scene stunned everyone around.

In the subconscious minds of Martial Artists, weapons need to be in hand to exert maximum effect; once away, they are hard to control, even with powerful Inner Strength.

But now, a saber and a sword floated mid-air, hitting each other with no deviation.

It wasn’t merely a saber and sword dueling—it was as if Liu Zixuan and Zhao Yi were fighting mid-air!

Upon seeing Liu Zixuan’s mastery of the sword, two elders from the Profound Sword Sect’s eyes sparkled with admiration: "What a sword talent, realizing the subtle Realm of Man and Sword Unity!"

"Looks like you’re eyeing Liu Zixuan," a nearby Elder Wang chuckled.

Yet to Gu Huaqiu, it was a significant threat.

Within the Profound Sword Sect, everyone wielded swords, and Gu Huaqiu was recognized as a genius, yet he’d never heard such praise from the elders; if Liu Zixuan joined the Sect, Gu Huaqiu’s status would plummet.

This was something he did not wish to see!

His eyes filled with malice as he glanced toward the Four Great Clans and the Eight Great Powers.

At the moment, several Elders and Patriarch also glanced over, nodding to him.

Gu Huaqiu’s lips curved as he jumped down from the high platform, approaching Liu Zixuan and Zhao Yi at the Martial Arts Arena.

"Zhao Yi, watching your heated battle, I must remind you not to forget your promise to us!" Gu Huaqiu said coldly.

Zhao Yi’s body shook, his mind disrupted, causing the Celestial Spirit Saber to be knocked down by the Nameless Sword.

With a thud, it sank into the Martial Arts Arena, carving a deep crack.

"What did he promise you?" Liu Zixuan withdrew the Nameless Sword, smirking.

Gu Huaqiu’s eyes brimmed with ridicule, folding his arms as he sneered: "Naturally, to kill you!"

"The mighty Four Great Clans and Eight Great Powers, a genius disciple from the Profound Sword Sect, resorting to using someone’s wife as leverage—it’d be a joke if word got out," Liu Zixuan retorted.

"When we unify the Martial Realm, none will dare mock us. History is written by the victors, but alas, you, who are about to die by your own brother’s hand, won’t witness our unification!"

Listening to Gu Huaqiu, Liu Zixuan raised his brow: "No, no, I haven’t defeated you yet, how could I just die?"

"Perhaps you won’t get the chance to fight me." Gu Huaqiu ordered Zhao Yi: "Kill Liu Zixuan! Otherwise, your wife and her unborn child will die!"

"You bastards!" Zhao Yi’s eyes turned crimson, fists clenching. At that moment, he really wanted to punch Gu Huaqiu into dust, but his wife and child were in their clutches—it was impossible.

However, just as Zhao Yi was about to pick up the Celestial Spirit Saber again, an angry voice sounded from the side: "Gu Huaqiu, screw you! Do you really think your plan is flawless?"