Commandery Princess Wu waved her Butterfly Dual Swords at a high frequency, dispersing a rich wave of True Qi that formed a grand butterfly.
As the grand butterfly took flight, slicing gusts of True Qi erupted, leaving scarcely any place to dodge upon the small Bone Platform.
Protected by Holy Breath, Wu Hen was encased in a golden aura, virtually wearing Holy Spirit Armor.
The Butterfly Wind Blade Sword dazzled the eyes, showcasing Commandery Princess Wu’s exceptional speed and swordsmanship, eliciting gasps of amazement from many in Wuting.
However, after the astonishment, silence fell again.
Despite the protection of the saintly shine, this foreign guest had even taken a sip from the spirits he brought along, resembling a poet swordsman who traverses the beautiful landscapes of the world, alone on a sturdy cruise ship, unshaken by the turbulent waves of the river, maintaining his composure and spirit!
"Commandery Princess Wu, save some energy, I enjoy a dance with a sense of power," Wu Hen continued to mock.
He then clenched his fist, concentrating the continuous flow of Holy Breath in his palm.
With a slam of his palm, golden brilliance burst forth; the huge palm print instantly crushed all the sword winds and fiercely pushed Commandery Princess Wu away.
Commandery Princess Gu Luoshui was sent flying backward, her body swaying like a delicate willow in the wind, unable to find her footing.
Barely stabilizing herself, a wave of weakness washed over her, nearly bringing her to her knees, forcing her to support herself with her Butterfly Dual Swords as makeshift crutches.
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"Thank you for the match," Wu Hen said courteously before returning to his seat with the unfinished bottle of spirits.
The feast momentarily fell into a brief silence, quickly followed by applause from the other foreign guests, who cast admiring and respectful glances.
They admired not only the man’s superior strength but also his audacity. He had not held back at all, delivering a resounding slap to the arrogant and haughty Wuting.
Observers from the distant galleries relayed the battle to the townspeople, who too discussed it vociferously.
Although there was a hope that someone would humble Wuting, seeing a representative of the True Martial Continent defeated was still discomforting.
"What’s his name?"
"I don’t know, he’s just known to be from Holy Sect."
"He’s quite strong; just not sure how he compares to our prodigies."
"Commandery Princess Wu is also strong, but she seemed like a little girl in front of him... speaking of which, isn’t it time for Commandery Princess Wu to dance?"
"Yes, yes, let’s watch!"
"There’s a premium seat up for rent up here, best view without obstruction!"
Soon, the crowd moved past their displeasure from the defeat, eagerly anticipating the performance.
It wasn’t that they hadn’t seen dancing before, but watching a dominant and authoritative female member of Wuting dance was a completely different sensation...
…
Commandery Princess Gu Luoshui slowly walked down, a trace of unwillingness still in her eyes.
Wu Hen gestured for her to please begin, suggesting she first remove her cumbersome armor as it might hinder the aesthetic.
The other guests also sat upright, eager to catch some of Wu Hen’s radiance and enjoy this refined view.
"At this time, Southern Guardian Monarch spoke up, "This esteemed guest, Commandery Princess Wu has practiced martial arts since childhood and truly has never learned to dance. Perhaps she could demonstrate some special sword techniques from Wuting instead?"
This elicited a sense of helplessness and disappointment from the guests.
They thought they were finally going to see Commandery Princess Wu’s graceful dance, but Wuting was still pleading for dignity on her behalf.
"I’ve seen thousands of sword techniques and find no interest in them. The only things that delight me are seeing beautiful foreign women like Commandery Princess Wu perform a light and elegant dance for me…" Wu Hen said bluntly.
Playing hard to get, are they?
If they can’t play the game, they shouldn’t start; he certainly wasn’t going to indulge them.
"Hehehe, indeed," laughed Southern Guardian Monarch, seemingly nonchalant.
However, everyone present could feel that Southern Guardian Monarch was merely refraining from causing a scene due to public setting, not willing to give any face to True Monarch Wu Hen, which could mean a sorry fate for anyone.
"Then, please," Wu Hen said.
"If you are to dance, it must fit your status. Commandery Princess Gu Luoshui, from this moment you are demoted to a dancing girl, as punishment for your inadequate artistic skills. Once your cultivation advances to another realm, you may return to your position," continued Southern Guardian Monarch.
As these words were spoken, the crowd erupted into an uproar.
The dignified Commandery Princess was directly demoted to the lowest ranks of Wuting, to entertain Wuting officials as a dancer?
Southern Guardian Monarch was perhaps too harsh.
Gu Luoshui herself was visibly stunned, but soon realized she mustn’t dance for a foreigner as a Commandery Princess; that would be a humiliation to the entire Wuting.
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and annoyance, yet she dared not express it, her lips tightly pursed.
Looking around, Gu Luoshui saw many faces taking delight in the spectacle, as if waiting for her to dance publicly for a man.
Dancing naturally had its rules, and wearing armor was a sign of disrespect toward the female warriors.
She could only remove her armor piece by piece and draped herself in a bright, flowing dancer’s attire.
Just as she was about to dance, a voice stopped her.
"Wait a moment," Wu Hen spoke up. Your journey continues with freewebnovel
"What else do you want?" Gu Luoshui, suppressing all the humiliation inside, asked stubbornly.
"I said I wanted you to dance for me, but I didn’t specify under these circumstances. I’m rather selfish; I prefer to enjoy beautiful things and people alone. So please, Miss Gu, go back and rest. When I am lonely and drinking by myself one day, you can dance for me privately to enhance our friendship, isn’t that better?" Wu Hen said with a smile.
"If that’s the case, then it involves your privacy, Gu Luoshui, step down," the Southern Guardian Monarch commanded.
"Yes!"
"In recent days, since you are acting as a dancer, make sure to treat our honored guests well and not neglect them," the Southern Guardian Monarch commanded firmly again.
Gu Luoshui was stunned, but due to the authority of Wuting Palace, she had to bow her head and answer again, "Yes!"
Wu Hen didn’t care much and continued to drink happily.
However, the citizens of Wudou were greatly disappointed. They thought they would have a feast for their eyes, but it turned out to be a private show. They commented on how such a salacious event was unlikely to include people like them from the lower classes of Wudou...
"It’s better back home, on the website you can find any type you wish for — noble, cold, dignified, amorous, refined, even the vulgar ones... anything you can imagine can be twisted up for you at no cost, just free little hearts."
"Exactly, the people here are just a bunch of bumpkins. The beauty of the likes of Princess Wu can be found in handfuls back where we come from. I’ve grown a bit tired of it and now just focus on enhancing my strength without other distractions."
"Really, even the beauty of Princess Wu doesn’t fit your taste? She is all-natural and has an inherent noble aura that’s different from what we typically see!"
The banquet continued, and other foreign guests interacted with the elite warriors of Wuting.
Having lost face because of Wu Hen earlier, Wuting had to fiercely reclaim it, so in the following few challenges, those foreign guests suffered a beating, leaving them with bruised faces yet forced to reply with smiles.
People didn’t care about the process, but only the final results.
As a strong warrior from Wuting defeated the last foreign guest, the citizens cheered loudly again, as if the dignity of the True Martial Continent was only briefly lost for an hour and did not affect their everlasting radiance in the sky of the vast world.
Wu Hen had his fill and was ready to leave.
After all, they had invited him, and he had attended...
The only person he needed to respect was the Martial God, as for the Divine Subordinate Institution, Wu Hen didn’t need to show too much courtesy.
"Wooo~~~~~~~~~"
Suddenly, a deep horn sound resonated from within the Wuting Palace!
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!!"
Very soon, the sound of war drums reverberated from all directions!
Wu Hen, whose hearing was sharp, immediately released his Perception and heard a powerful force of Martial Warriors rapidly moving through the palace, as if they were encircling something.
"What has happened?" Southern Guardian Monarch Wei Pan asked.
Before his words fell, warriors clad in silver armor, the Martial Saint Army, appeared in the banquet hall and swiftly surrounded the area. Each of them brandished their weapons.
"How presumptuous! You Northern Martial Warriors dare to run wild in my jurisdiction, withdraw immediately, do not disturb the honored guests!" Southern Guardian Monarch Wei Pan roared.
However, those in silver armor from the Martial Saint Army did not budge, coldly standing their ground, not allowing anyone in the banquet to leave.
At the same time, within Wuting Palace, bizarre lights sparkled, followed by a surge of energy, like a tidal wave, sweeping from the depths of the palace, causing the surrounding buildings to nearly collapse.
"Is there a fight in the palace?" guests muttered, not daring to speak loudly, only peeking toward the interior.
This peek revealed a person above the palace wielding a sword, its brilliance like a meteor falling from the Sky Dome, dazzling and terrifying. Exaggerated sword energies swept across the sky of Wudou, shredding the night sky like tearing a black cloth!
Indeed, a battle had occurred.
It was inside the palace.
The question was, who was so powerful as to wield such force within the Divine Subordinate Institution?
The battle lasted not long but left the people in the banquet shocked. Clearly, the person wielding the sword under the night sky was an elite of Wuting; if they were to act, all guests combined at the banquet wouldn’t stand a chance.
Finally, the battle ended, and many figures appeared to clean up, rapidly restoring peace to Wuting...
While other areas’ guards withdrew like receding tides, the banquet area remained encircled by the armed elite of Wuting!
"Since the threat is cleared, why do you not withdraw!" Southern Guardian Monarch Wei Pan bellowed angrily.
"We are waiting for the Northern Guardian Lady," one of the Martial Saint Commanders said.
"She, Ruan Muhuan, is not yet a Martial God and dares to overlook me completely!" Southern Guardian Monarch Wei Pan roared.
As soon as his words fell, the previously mentioned sword-wielding figure from the night sky flew toward here, landing at the main seat of the banquet.
In this moment, people finally saw clearly that the dazzling powerful warrior from the palace, sword energies crisscrossing, was a stunningly beautiful woman. Compared to her, Princess Wu was like a wildflower in the valley to a snow orchid of Heavenly Mountain, her cold yet supremely elegant demeanor and solitary, star-like pride intertwining into a unique beauty, giving an overwhelming and ever-intensifying impact to one’s soul!