1630 Defeating the Young Prince (1/2)

”Golden Sun Mirage Blade Technique!”

The young prince shouted as he swung down heavily before him with his golden long blade. A golden ray of blade energy appeared; it was extremely powerful and tore through space in an instant.

And it wasn't just one blade mirage that the young prince had released, but four. They came at Qingfeng Li from all four directions: East, West, South, and North.

Near by, the Third Princess and Princess Red-Swallow both paled. They knew of the power of the Golden Sun Mirage Blade Technique. It was a technique once used by King Ning.

King Ning's power was ranked in the top three in the entire country. In his time, he had slain a Spirit Supreme Realm Devil, annihilated three powerful countries, and settled many a rebellion. His name was known and respected throughout the country of Lingyun.

As King Ning's son, the young prince had naturally also practiced the Golden Sun Mirage Blade Technique. And, it seemed, that he had somewhat mastered it. King Ning doted on his son, not only giving him his beloved Supreme Class blade, but also teaching him his most powerful technique.

A hint of worry appeared in the Third Princess' eyes, but only for a moment. Only Qingfeng Li, and no one else, had noticed the change.

Qingfeng Li had been studying the Third Princess's reactions the whole time. He had noticed that she seemed to really care about him.

He guessed to himself that this Third Princess could very well be Mengyao Xu. Even if it wasn't her, the Third Princess must have been someone who had been close to him somehow. Otherwise, she wouldn't show such care toward him.

”Be careful,” the Third Princess used voice transmission to warn him. ”This is the Golden Sun Mirage Blade Technique. It creates four nearly-identical blade mirages. If you can't judge correctly which is the real one, you will get hurt.”

Qingfeng Li nodded, his expression calm, as he wasn't overly worried.

Using his clairvoyance ability, he looked ahead of him. Qingfeng Li's eyes began to emit a golden glow, and he could see through the void and clearly discern the four golden blade mirages.

He found that only the golden blade mirage slashing toward his back was real, the other three were fake.

Ignoring the blade mirages to his front, left, and right, Qingfeng Li spun around and, raising his right hand, released a black light. This was the Seventh Strangle Hell Fist Technique's hell talisman script's light.

Before now, when he punched out, the light had always been golden. Now a change had taken place. The light on his fists had turned black and were even more durable and powerful than they had been when the light had been golden.

Qingfeng Li's right fist swung toward the golden blade mirage that had been aimed at his back. With a loud boom, the golden blade mirage was shattered by the collision.

The young prince's expression changed. ”How could this be? How could you withstand my Golden Sun Mirage Blade Technique?”

The young prince was a master of great renown within the Imperial City. He was exceptionally strong. But Qingfeng Li's fists had been able to block his attack with surprising ease. This was not what he had expected.

”Young Prince,” Qingfeng Li said, smiling. ”Your blade technique won't cut it. Why don't you try something else?”

A hint of malice appeared in the young prince's eyes. ”You got lucky just now,” he said. ”That's how you were able to withstand my blade technique. There's no way you can block the next one.”

Mobilizing his vital essence, the young prince poured it all into the Golden Sun Blade. He swung it repeatedly toward Qingfeng Li.