Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 742 One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws! [ - 2]

Chapter 742: 742 One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws! [Chapter 2]

At this moment, the ministers of the Northern Lands were meeting with the current Empress of the Northern Lands, Empress Angelina.

The sound of the sword’s cry echoed from behind the wall, followed by a sudden quake of the earth!

The ministers, caught off guard, stumbled to the ground one after another.

What they saw next left them terrified beyond measure—

The wall behind the throne suddenly collapsed, rubble crashing down in a heap.

"Protect Your Majesty!" Sulya darted forward, shielding Empress Angelina, "Your Majesty, are you all right?"

"I’m fine." Empress Angelina’s eyes changed instantly upon seeing the empty sword sheath behind the wall, "Don’t worry, it’s not aimed at me."

The tremor didn’t last long, and the ground soon returned to calm.

Yet the ministers were all deeply frightened.

"Your Majesty, this must be a punishment from the heavens, Your Majesty!"

"Ever since Empress Valenkina passed away, our Northern Lands have been at peace for three hundred years. There’s an ancient saying in Shenzhou that the grace of a gentleman lasts five generations; our Northern Lands must be at the end of this grace!"

"The Northland Imperial Palace collapsed once before, and now something like this happens again. Surely it’s divine retribution for someone’s evil deeds; what should we do?"

...

For a time, a cacophony of voices filled the air.

"Silence!" Empress Angelina commanded coldly, "I do not wish today’s events to be heard among the populace. All of you, leave. Sulya, stay."

The ministers immediately fell silent.

Terrified, they bowed to Empress Angelina: "We take our leave, Your Majesty."

The vast hall was left with only Empress Angelina and Sulya.

"Your Majesty." Sulya’s eyes were grave, "That sword..."

Empress Angelina fixed her gaze on the sheath and softly said, "Its master is in danger and is summoning it."

Sulya’s expression sharpened.

Princess Yongning is actually in the Northern Lands?

Though it is a divine sword, bound by a blood pact to the soul and immensely powerful,

it still cannot transcend time and space.

If one wishes to summon this sword, the distance cannot be too vast.

"Your Majesty!" Sulya’s expression became animated, "Princess Yongning is in the Northern Lands. I can now use the Tracking Technique, follow the sword, and find her!"

She was about to use her spiritual power, but her hand was suddenly pressed down by Empress Angelina.

Sulya was stunned, "Your Majesty? Are we not going to find Princess Yongning? Have you not always said that you want to help her? If we don’t find her, how can we help?"

"Of course not—" Empress Angelina shook her head, "We must not seek out Princess Yongning at a time like this. Instead, we must seal off all information and conceal her identity."

"Your Majesty still fears that if the side of Heaven-reaching Tower learns Princess Yongning is alive, it will be detrimental to her." Sulya immediately comprehended, "If we make a move, it may bring disaster to Princess Yongning."

"Not just the Heaven-reaching Tower." Empress Angelina’s gaze was deep, "There’s also the Atlantians beneath the Nanling Sea."

Sulya’s expression changed again.

"Princess Yongning possesses intelligence nearly supernatural and uses troops like a deity." Empress Angelina said, "She will reveal her identity at the right time, and we should not disrupt her plans."

"I understand." Sulya replied respectfully, "I was hasty and almost ruined everything."

"You need not apologize." Empress Angelina smiled, "We just need to wait quietly."

**

The Spirit Summoning Battle arena.

The platform was empty, but everyone knew a struggle was underway.

[It’s driving me crazy, what’s going on now? We can’t see anything!]

[The Spiritual Power Space hasn’t been broken, so there’s no winner yet.]

[I still believe that the one who emerges will be Miss Minghe. Just wait and see!]

Si Minghe was already furiously enraged at this moment.

Because every attack she launched at Ye Wanlan was dodged by Ye Wanlan.

The girl seemed like a ghost, completely untouchable.

"Rong Si, make a move!" Si Minghe shouted in anger, "Stop just dodging, you cowardly Shenzhou person!"

Upon hearing these words, Ye Wanlan truly stopped.

An opportunity had arrived!

Instead, Si Minghe accelerated her attacks, gathering all her spiritual power into her palm.

"Boom—clank!"

A tremendous crash sounded!

"Thud!"

A great force blasted Si Minghe’s body directly, sending her flying out.

In Ye Wanlan’s hand appeared a single-handed longsword, the timing of which went unnoticed.

The hilt was elegant, the blade sharp.

Even in darkness, it gleamed with a chilling silver light, menacing with its radiance.

Si Minghe lifted her head sharply; seeing the girl standing with the sword, she was utterly shocked.

What kind of sword is this?

It could enter her Spiritual Power Space?

This was simply impossible!

The Spiritual Power Space is a different space; only technique can defeat technique, how could a cold weapon break through it?

"The sword I’ve been waiting for has arrived." Ye Wanlan raised her hand, gently stroking the gift Valenkina left her, "This game should end."

"Swipe!"

Before she finished speaking, she was already in action.

With just one sword strike, she directly hit Si Minghe’s right shoulder.

"Rip—" was the sound of flesh tearing.

In pain, Si Minghe immediately retreated.

She used her spiritual power to heal her wound, but unbelievably, the blood continued to gurgle out.

If it were just an ordinary cold weapon, it shouldn’t be this way, then...

"Spirit Attachment from the Romanov family!" Si Minghe blurted out, "That wretch Mei En actually chose to help you from outside!"

She naturally assumed this sword was sent in by Mei En Romanov to aid Rong Si.

"Too much talking." Ye Wanlan’s expression was indifferent, merely swinging the sword.

Another "rip" sound, and Si Minghe’s left shoulder was also pierced by the blade.

The excruciating pain almost overwhelmed her.

No... this isn’t possible!

She could clearly dodge; why was she still being hit!

Ye Wanlan said nothing and moved without any defense, purely attacking.

Her style of attack was always fierce and decisive, one strike followed by another, giving no time for respite.

In just a few moments, Si Minghe was already covered in wounds.

The more she resisted, the more her heart trembled with fear.

Even with the Romanov family’s Spirit Attachment for this sword, she shouldn’t find it so difficult to defend.

Because Rong Si clearly hadn’t used any swordsmanship, only very basic sword techniques.

How could swordsmanship inflict such harm?

Si Minghe knew well that Shenzhou martial arts were vast and profound, especially the Divine Strategy Spear Technique, reputed to be the strongest close-combat martial art.

But the more domineering the martial art, the more stringent the conditions for training.

She certainly feared the Divine Strategy Spear Technique, but swordsmanship?

There naturally exists swordsmanship capable of harming practitioners, the Heavenly Movements Nine Swords of the Sword Saint Sect.

Yet, each generation’s Sword Saint only has one successor, and if they perish before taking a disciple, the line of Sword Saints ends.

Impossible!

In another blink of the eye, several more scars appeared on Si Minghe’s face.

Ye Wanlan once again swung her sword down.

This strike slashed across Si Minghe, sending her flying dozens of meters away.

The Spiritual Power Space had begun to tremble, clearly indicating that the creator of this space was nearing the limit of their ability to maintain it.

This completely ignited every nerve in her mind.

"Enough!" Si Minghe’s face was covered in blood, her expression distorted, her features twisted together, "Rong Si, you forced me! Humiliating me like this, I must tear you to pieces!"

She fiercely slashed her own wrist, causing more blood to flow out.

A bloody brilliance suddenly intensified, enveloping Ye Wanlan as if it were some sinister formation.

"Blood pact? Soul as a medium?" Ye Wanlan stood calmly, raising her eyebrows with a smile, "Is this your final trick?"

Si Minghe said nothing, slicing another cut into her wrist.

"Then today, I’ll teach you one thing." Ye Wanlan slowly raised her sword, "In the face of absolute martial arts, all techniques are but illusions!"

The Eighth Sword of the Heavenly Movements Nine Swords—

One Sword... Breaks All Techniques!