Chapter 153: Chaoyang Sword

"This sword is called Chaoyang. It can destroy all illusions in the world and bring hope and light."

"The origin of this broken sword is unknown, but where it is, evil spirits dare not get close."

"Once, it was placed in the royal family of Xiyue, and it protected the entire imperial city from evil spirits." The maid next to the Saint of Xiyue said proudly.

Everyone was amazed.

"This year's Ghost Festival, evil spirits will not step into the Imperial City of Xiyue. Protect thousands of people."

"If you can pull out this sword, you will not only win against Beizhao, but also give this sword to your country, how about it?" The maid looked at the emperor.

"But...if it can't be pulled out..." the maid smiled with her eyebrows.

"We want Beizhao to inherit the treasure that has been passed down for thousands of years."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

 "How presumptuous! The treasure of Beizhao was only passed down to successive emperors, what are you dreaming about in the Spring and Autumn Period!" The gray-haired old minister immediately stood up, pointed at Xiyue and cursed loudly.

 "How dare you exchange a broken sword for my Beizhao treasure! Sigh!"

 The West Vietnamese saint has a smile on her lips.

The maid stood respectfully behind the saint and said.

"It is rumored that this sword is extraordinary and is a treasure of the gods. With the scabbard, it can even protect the capital of a country."

"If someone can pull it out, he will be able to protect the world from evil spirits."

 "The benefit lies in the present time, and the merit lies in the future."

"This is a gift from the gods. It will not be a loss if you exchange it for Beizhao's treasure."

"As long as you can pull out this sword, I will give it to you for free."

The courtiers' expressions were tense, and the emperor's eyes darkened slightly. Did Xiyue come for Beizhao's treasure?

Now the envoys from various countries are looking at it, and they are almost putting Beizhao on the fire.

　　[Treasure? What treasure? Why haven't I heard of it?" Lu Chaochao muttered in his heart.

"Your Majesty Beizhao, have you considered it?"

"Does Beizhao, a huge country, have no self-confidence at all?"

Saint Jingli tapped her fingers, raised her eyes and asked.

 Lu Chaochao tugged at the corner of the emperor's clothes: "Emperor, father, promise..."

 The emperor looked at Lu Chaochao. He was a lazy little guy with a straight back and a pair of eyes that seemed to be shining with light.

"Okay, I'll bet you the Beizhao Zhibao."

 The emperor waved his hand towards Rong Che.

Rong Che has a firm gaze. As long as he doesn't meet Xu, he is a majestic general.

"General Rong, are you confident that you can lift a mountain and carry a cauldron?" The emperor waved to summon a group of generals.

 The Protector of the Country is also among them.

Rong Che carefully assessed the weight of the remaining sword and felt a little heavy in his heart: "Your Majesty, I only have a three-point certainty."

Four people from Xiyue raised their swords, and he happened to have some impression of those four people.

  They are all warriors known for their brute strength.

The Protector also shook his head: "I only have two points." The Protector is old and has long lost his former glory.

 "Is the emperor confident?" Xie Yunan, the prince of Heshuo, is as good as the general of Zhenguo.

Xie Yunan pondered for a moment: "At most four points."

"Beizhao has three chances. As long as he can draw his sword once, you will be considered victorious." The Saint of Xiyue said with a smile.

This sword was dug out of the ground in Western Vietnam. The emperor of Western Vietnam searched all over the country, but no one could pull out the sword. They had confidence in the broken sword.

"Who will your Majesty send for the first time?" the saint said slowly.

Rong Che bowed his hands to the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, I would like to be the first person."

Mrs. Xu slightly tightened her handkerchief, and the lady beside her said: "Oh, General Rong is taking the lead. Speaking of which... General Rong is in his thirties and has not yet been married. This girl in the capital is almost crying to death."

"There are many girls in the capital staring at him now."

 "I am a well-behaved person, my family is excellent, my eldest sister is a queen, and I don't know who can pick peaches."

Xu frowned slightly and looked at Rong Che closely.

Rong Che walked to the broken sword. As soon as he got closer, he felt an extremely majestic force. That force is preventing him from getting closer...

Rong Che was quite surprised.

 This sword has a spirit.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the broken sword. The broken sword was stained with rust and its original color could not be seen, but it had an awe-inspiring aura all over it. Sacred and inviolable.

"It's really a magic sword." Rong Che had seen countless magic weapons, but none of them could compare with the broken sword.

It's hard to imagine how dazzling this sword should have been.

Rong Che looked at the sword, his eyes shining.

His legs spread wide, his feet exerted some force, and his broad palm rested on the hilt of the sword.

 As soon as it covered the hilt of the sword, a majestic aura came out.

 He held the hilt of the sword tightly to prevent it from being bounced away.

Rong Che held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and the floor tiles under his feet exploded little by little with his strength.

 The whole audience exclaimed.

"Oh my God, General Rong is said to be born with divine power, but he can't do anything about it?" Everyone's eyes widened.

 The floor tiles under General Rong's feet were like spider webs, cracking in all directions.

 General Rong's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and veins were bulging out.

"ah!"

With a loud roar, the broken sword was faintly drawn out.

 There was no time for joy, and a huge force directly bounced him away.

　　Hit him against a pillar, a mouthful of blood suddenly protruding from his body.

Xu's fists were clenched, and her fair face was solemn. When she saw the mouthful of blood, she frowned slightly.

 "General Rong!" The imperial physician immediately stepped forward to diagnose and treat General Rong.

 Xu breathed a sigh of relief.

Saintess Jing Li said with a smile on her face: "It is said that General Rong is extremely powerful, and it is indeed not an exaggeration." Xi Yue joined four powerful warriors and managed to pull out a bit.

 Furthermore, the broken sword was bounced away with greater force.

 The broken sword has spirit.

It is so proud that no one can touch it.

Emperor Beizhao had a serious face, and when he saw Rong Che shaking his head slightly, his heart sank even more.

 No wonder Xiyue was willing to send the broken sword to Beizhao, for fear of...

 It is estimated that no one can pull out this sword.

"Second place, who should it be?" the Xiyue maid asked crisply.

Prince Xie Yunan stepped forward and was the second person to draw the sword.

Everyone in Beizhao frowned and watched with fear.

 Sure enough…

Within half an hour, the prince was bounced away again.

 There was an eerie silence in the audience.

Beizhao's treasure, if it really loses to Xiyue, the ancestors' coffin boards may not be able to hold it down.

 This can symbolize the majesty of Beizhao.

The emperor's body pressure was horribly low, and the knuckles holding the tea cup turned pale.

The great **** Wang Yuanlu lowered his head and did not dare to touch the emperor's brow.

On the other hand, everyone in Xiyue was smiling, thinking that the end had already been reached.

"Third place, who does Beizhao send?"

The maid asked loudly with a smile in her eyes.

The Saint of Western Vietnam leaned lazily on the couch with a relaxed expression.

 In this world, no one can pull out the broken sword.

Lu Chaochao looked at Chaoyang Sword with a daze in his eyes.

 Old guy, have you come to see me?

 "Emperor Daddy, Chao Chao wants to draw his sword!" The little guy's voice was soft and cute, but the whole place was silent, and her voice was particularly obvious.

 Everyone's eyes fell on Lu Chaochao.

The Holy Maiden of Western Vietnam burst out laughing: "Little guy, you are not as good as a sword."