Invincible Dad

Xu Yiyi wiped the sweat from her forehead, her small face filled with panic. "Damn it, I was almost exposed!"

Indignation filled her eyes. What kind of jerk delivered the challenge letter to the school gates? What if Dad finds out and I don't get any meat for dinner!

Qian Xiao said solemnly, "Yiyi, who do you think it was?"

Yiyi shook her head, indicating she didn't know.

She huffed, "Just let me find out who it is, and I'll definitely beat them up! How dare they trip me up like this! Despicable!"

Qian Xiao nodded emphatically. "Exactly. That's going too far."

The two of them secretly cursed the challenge letter's writer for their malicious intentions, finally reaching a conclusion.

This person wants her dead!

***

At the suburban Martial Practice Field of the East Sea Wushu Association.

The damage to the field from the previous day's duel had been completely repaired. The speed of the repairs was frighteningly fast.

At this moment, only two figures stood in the vast practice field.

One, in a flowing white dress with a long sword on her back, was unmistakably Rong Sanyue of the Penglai Sword Pavilion—a prodigy in the Way of the Sword. Though young, she had already reached the Divine Gate Realm. Had she not despised empty fame, she likely would have become the focus of the entire world.

Behind Rong Sanyue stood her only disciple, Deng Shu. He was equally talented in the art of the sword; at his young age, he was already an early-stage Sixth Grade expert and, given time, even had the potential to surpass his master.

However, this prodigy of the Penglai Sword Pavilion hesitated. "Master, will that Xu Yiyi really come? What if she's too scared to come..."

"A sliver of your Sword Intent was attached to it," Rong Sanyue said indifferently. "The provocation is something no Martial Artist could endure."

Sword Intent was killing intent.

I'm planning to kill you. Can you really just hide like a turtle in its shell? For proud and haughty Martial Artists, this was clearly an impossibility.

Moreover, Tan Chang had just sent word that he had delivered the challenge letter to Xu Lai. Even if Xu Yiyi didn't dare to come, Xu Lai, a Divine Gate Realm expert himself, would likely feel he'd lost face and bring his daughter to fight anyway. After all, if she shied away from battle, it would become Xu Yiyi's inner demon. Xu Lai would certainly not want his daughter's future cultivation path to have such a thorn in her heart.

SHIING!

Deng Shu drew his life-bound sword from his Storage Space and stabbed it directly into the ground. His gaze was icy, like the edge of a blade, and his aura was slowly building around him. It was only early morning. If he continued to gather power until evening, then the moment he drew his sword, he might unleash a strike comparable to that of a Seventh Grade Sword Sect! Although it would only be similar in form, lacking the true intent, it would still be terrifying enough.

Outside the Martial Practice Field, two men stood shoulder to shoulder: Gao He, the president of the East Sea Wushu Association, and the other, Tan Chang. They both sucked in a sharp breath. Could Xu Yiyi really withstand this strike? Both were somewhat concerned.

Officially, Gao He should not favor any party. But privately, he did not want Xu Yiyi to get hurt. After all, Xu Lai had made tremendous contributions to Hua Country.

Word that the direct disciple of Penglai Sword Pavilion's Rong Sanyue would be fighting Xu Lai's daughter here had the entire East Sea Martial Dao community abuzz. Even the well-informed peak Ninth Grade and Divine Gate powerhouses had come upon hearing the news, intending to witness a pinnacle battle among the younger generation.

But time gradually passed, from morning to noon, and from noon until night fell.

By five o'clock in the evening, Xu Yiyi still hadn't shown up.

Deng Shu had been charging his strike for a full ten hours, and a terrifying momentum permeated the field. Although the air was calm and still, everyone present was a top-tier expert. They all narrowed their eyes, knowing that Deng Shu's strike could instantly kill any Martial Artist below the Seventh Grade.

Xu Lai's daughter... she's going to be defeated!

As everyone waited, time silently ticked by to six o'clock, yet Xu Lai and his daughter still hadn't arrived.

"Why aren't they here yet? They couldn't be scared, could they?"

"That's ridiculous. Xu Lai can condense Dragon Veins with a wave of his hand. His daughter must be a peerless prodigy, so how could she be afraid of a mere swordsman!"

"Although your Blade Sect has always been at odds with the Sword Pavilion, a disciple from your sect also knelt here the other day. Have you lost your mind defending Xu Lai? Don't forget, we, the thirteen Holy Lands, are one entity!"

"If we were one entity, would Rong Sanyue have disregarded the bigger picture and brought her disciple to challenge Xu Lai's daughter? The Penglai Sword Pavilion has certainly reaped plenty of benefits from the Dragan vein of Mount Fu, right? Truly shameless!"

"You—"

A heated argument broke out among the Divine Gate experts.

Many others ignored the quarrel, frowning as they turned to Gao He. "President Gao, why aren't they here yet?"

"They might be stuck in traffic," Gao He replied, sounding a little uncertain. The city center wasn't far from here, a half-hour drive at most. The only plausible explanation was a traffic jam.

"Hmm." Everyone nodded. The explanation seemed reasonable.

Although Deng Shu had kept his eyes closed to gather power, his five senses and Divine Sense were incredibly sharp. He could feel the spiritual energy boiling inside him, his Sword Intent surging! He was desperate to unleash this strike immediately. Deng Shu even had the ridiculously absurd illusion that if he could defeat or kill Xu Yiyi, he could leap directly past the Sixth Grade and become a Martial Ancestor.

Deng Shu licked his lips discreetly. He was waiting for his whetstone, Xu Yiyi, to arrive.

Stuck in traffic? Then I'll wait. I, Deng Shu, can afford to wait a little longer.

But this traffic jam lasted a full three hours. By ten o'clock at night, there was still no sign of anyone…

The group of top-tier experts gradually developed strange expressions. Did Xu Yiyi really stand Deng Shu up?

"Why haven't they come?" Rong Sanyue spoke coldly, her gaze fixed on a shadow lurking in the darkness where Tan Chang was standing.

SHIING! In that instant, Tan Chang felt his scalp prickle, as if countless swords were floating around him. These swords felt as if they could pierce his paper-fragile body at any moment.

Tan Chang steeled himself and said, "Replying to you, Senior, Senior Xu stated that everything depends on his daughter's wishes. He will not force her."

Rong Sanyue's expression was cold. "A single 'depends on his daughter's wishes' has made us wait here in vain for a full day!"

"Young lady Rong, Xu Lai never said he would come. This is all just wishful thinking on your part," the Divine Gate Realm expert from the Blade Sect scoffed. "Your disciple's Boundary is low. If he continues to gather power, I'm afraid there will be problems."

Right now, Deng Shu was like an arrow nocked on a bow, with no choice but to be fired. Gathering power could make one stronger, but it came at a price. If one was disturbed while gathering power, it could lead to cultivation deviation. Furthermore, if this strike could not be unleashed, it would cause the one gathering power to suffer tremendous internal injuries.

Indeed, as the Blade Sect expert finished speaking, Deng Shu's expression grew solemn. He truly could hardly bear it any longer. The hand holding his sword trembled slightly. This strike had to be unleashed, and soon!

Just then, Deng Shu suddenly saw the blurry figure of a girl at the edge of the Martial Practice Field, leisurely chasing butterflies in the darkness.

Deng Shu didn't see her face clearly, but he subconsciously mistook her for his imaginary opponent, Xu Yiyi. Gripping his sword hilt tightly, he unleashed the strike