145: Come and fight, and talk to me after I defeat you in the place you are most proud of.

The next day, Jun Siyu was startled awake by a strange, unsettling feeling.

It was too quiet, eerily quiet.

The thought suddenly jolted her awake, making her wonder if everything that had happened before was just a dream.

But fortunately, when she opened her eyes, she was still in that dilapidated room.

Sunlight streamed in through a hole, but it was blocked by something unknown. She looked up to see Lord Dragon leaning by the door like a guardian, while outside, people moved about, yet it was terrifyingly silent.

Due to her unease yesterday, she hadn't even taken off her outer clothes. She threw off the covers and got up, but just as she put on her shoes, she suddenly heard a commotion.

She took a strange step back, and the commotion disappeared again, replaced by an eerie silence.

“Awake? See, this is your brother.”

Lord Dragon glanced at her, then gestured with his chin towards the distance, a smile in his eyes.

Jun Siyu rubbed her eyes and stood at the doorway. The moment she looked outside, she froze.

The previously empty clearing was now filled with many people. Thousands? She didn't know, couldn't count them all.

She had never seen such a sight.

People stretched as far as the eye could see, standing in perfect formation, their movements synchronized without the slightest deviation. Jun Lingxiao stood at the very front, facing them, countless gazes fixed on him, yet his expression remained as calm as ever.

Looking up, countless swords hung in the air, moving in unison with the people below. They were perfectly aligned, like a massive Sword Array, their power reaching the heavens. Just looking at them sent shivers down her spine.

“This is the Imperial Sword Style, a practice technique that has been passed down in the Jun Family since ancient times,” Lord Dragon explained, watching her.

“It has no offensive power and is not meant for combat, but rather a Cultivation Technique specifically designed for training.”

“One envelops their sword with Dao power, then throws it into the sky. The swords must stick together, maintain the same height, the same movements, densely packed like a rain of swords. Because one cannot see the swords while looking forward, it requires more energy and Dao power to feel them, achieving a true unity of man and sword. Otherwise, if control is lost, the swords colliding will cause a chain reaction and constant noise.”

“Normally, it’s best practiced by two people, and can only be sustained for half an hour at most. In the past, I’ve seen a hundred people practice together at most, and it was already difficult for a hundred people’s intentions to be connected. But now, the people here… there are tens of thousands, and they have been practicing for two hours while you slept.”

“I’ve been watching them, Over and over again, and not a single person has made a mistake.”

Lord Dragon spoke with a hint of emotion. Although he had considered that Jun Lingxiao possessed a certain level of charisma, he had never imagined such an extent of influence.

He knew the Jun Family of the past all too well: everyone for themselves, the strong dominating, and internal competition among clansmen.

It wasn't to say it was bad, but there had never been anyone with such strong unifying power.

But now, Jun Lingxiao said nothing, gave no instructions. He simply stood there, and aside from a few who were waiting from the start, more and more people joined. They joined seamlessly, and no one left early, so the number of people standing there grew, and the swords hanging above became denser. Sword tips pointed downwards, suspended in the air, like a magnificent Sword Array, another rain of swords, proclaiming the return of the Jun Family.

The scene before them was just as the saying went.

He only needed to walk forward, and those behind him would follow with all their might.

Lord Dragon finished speaking and looked around. Many members of the True Dragon Clan were also standing nearby, watching, either leaning or sitting. But even these proud individuals gradually revealed looks of shock in their eyes, astonished by this terrifying cohesion, and the fact that not a single person left. They all watched and waited, wondering when they would finish.

Jun Siyu didn’t understand the profound things Lord Dragon was saying, but she looked at the group of people in front of Jun Lingxiao, then at the densely packed swords in the sky, covering everything, and finally at her brother. Her gaze lingered on him, her eyes sparkling.

“So amazing…”

“I want to… join them…”

As she spoke, Jun Siyu subconsciously uttered these words.

Perhaps she didn't even know how she said it, but the scene before her truly held such magic.

She wanted to join them, to become one of them, to shine just like them.

Lord Dragon merely chuckled softly in response, saying nothing.

If she felt this way, why wouldn't others?

Several young Disciples from his clan were already eager to try, and if they knew the Imperial Sword Style, they would have joined already.

But it had to be said, Jun Lingxiao’s promise to him was indeed true. Here, there were no subordinate branches, no foreign races or outsiders. As long as he stood there, only Jun Family members remained.

“It’s like a black hole…” He couldn't help but sigh.

As he spoke, he looked down and glanced at Jun Siyu again, his tone peculiar.

“But you are quite heartless. He’s already like that, and you still won’t let him rest properly.”

Although he didn’t want to eavesdrop, he couldn't avoid it.

“Like that? Is Brother injured?” Jun Siyu asked, tilting her head up.

Lord Dragon nodded, but ultimately said nothing.

She hadn’t witnessed Jun Lingxiao’s skin cracking and bleeding, nor would she know what monumental deed Jun Lingxiao had truly accomplished, so he simply didn't elaborate.

It would be like playing a lute to a cow.

“Father.”

Just as the adult and child were conversing, a woman walked over. She had flowing, fringe-length black hair, a delicate and beautiful face, and a pair of golden eyes that gleamed with a cold light. Coupled with the golden horn on her head, she exuded both noble elegance and refreshing clarity.

Her body was slender and graceful, dressed in a magnificent long gown, not of light gauze, but heavy silk, embroidered with intricate golden patterns.

Her fingers were long and slender, her nails meticulously shaped and painted with bright red polish. On her wrist, she wore a silver bracelet adorned with several green crystals.

Her voice was deep and powerful, capable of piercing the heart. When her golden eyes swept over, one always felt a shiver. She was a woman full of indifference and mystery.

Her name was Lan Xue, and she was Lord Dragon’s daughter.

“Is he Jun Lingxiao?” Lan Xue asked, looking at Jun Lingxiao’s figure. She had been watching him from a high vantage point for a while, looking down.

He certainly looked extraordinary, but he was still a bit different from what she had imagined.

“Too delicate, not like the Jun Family’s Divine Son at all, more like a scholarly Young Master,” she said dismissively, tossing her hair.

At this, Jun Siyu grew furious. In her extreme anger, she stomped her foot fiercely. Although she wasn't short, she was no match for this woman. The other party was tall and slender; she wasn't even as tall as the woman's long legs!

Realizing this, Jun Siyu could only look up and speak with resentment:

“I forbid you to speak ill of my brother! He’s very amazing!”

This caught Lan Xue’s attention. She looked down and casually glanced at Jun Siyu, her eyes full of disdain.

“What do you know about how amazing he is?”

“I know he comprehended a Domain at the age of ten, slew a Saint Body, and paved the way for the destruction of the Fang Family. I also know he traveled to the Lower Realm, crippled the Wu Family, annihilated the Jiang Family, blew up a Secret Realm, and cut down a Great Emperor. And you, little burden, what do you know?”

“You know nothing, only how to call ‘Brother~ Brother~’ and say a few words that only move yourself. You’re useless.”

To Lan Xue, she revered the strong and would not speak a single good word about someone just because they were someone’s sister. To her, the strong were everything; the law of the jungle was natural and right.

Having said that, she ignored the completely stunned Jun Siyu and walked directly towards Jun Lingxiao, who had already stopped.

After a simple introduction of her identity, she expected Jun Lingxiao to invite her to sit down somewhere and discuss matters concerning the True Dragon Clan. However, unexpectedly, Jun Lingxiao completely defied her expectations.

“Senior’s daughter?”

He nodded, then tightened his cuff, extended his hand to push aside the crowd, signaling them to clear an area.

Having done all this, he then lowered his brows slightly and looked at Lan Xue again, speaking in a light tone.

“Very well, let’s have a fight.”

“Not relying on Dao arts, Domains, or Dharma Idols, but only on the Physical Body that you True Dragons are so proud of.”

As soon as these words were spoken, not only the Jun Family members, but even the True Dragon Clan, and Lan Xue herself, were stunned. They had completely not expected Jun Lingxiao to make such a proposition.

Are you mistaken? Physical Body? A Human Race, competing in Physical Body with a True Dragon?