Xuanhuan: The Empress and I Swapped Bodies - Chapter 14

No one expected Liu Shengsheng to strike first. Thus, when Zhang Chang stepped forward, he acted without hesitation.

His sword gleamed brilliantly, radiating a dazzling light, its sword energy sharp and overwhelming.

Anyone could tell at a glance—this was a true treasure of a blade, and his swordsmanship was genuinely formidable.

A single swing of his sword sent a piercing sensation through the air, so powerful it made onlookers shudder.

Yet, the moment his sword clashed with Liu Shengsheng’s, all extraordinary phenomena vanished.

Clang!

Zhang Chang’s sword recoiled as if it had struck divine metal, the impact reverberating fiercely.

More importantly, the sword energy on his blade dissipated instantly, posing no threat to Liu Shengsheng whatsoever.

Zhang Chang was stunned.

Though he had reacted defensively, he had still struck with full force. Secretly, he had even employed his most lethal sword technique—all to defeat Liu Shengsheng in one move and bolster his own reputation.

But reality had defied his expectations.

“An immortal weapon! That sword in his hand must be a rare immortal-grade blade! Otherwise, there’s no way he could’ve blocked my attack so effortlessly—let alone completely nullify my sword energy!”

The thought filled him with resentment.

Though his family was powerful, his status within it was far from prominent. As such, he had no right to wield a sword forged from immortal metal.

Yet here was Liu Shengsheng—a man widely regarded as a good-for-nothing—casually wielding such a treasure. The injustice of it gnawed at him.

What Zhang Chang didn’t realize was that Liu Shengsheng wasn’t holding an immortal sword at all.

His ability to block Zhang Chang’s strike came purely from skill.

The annihilation of Zhang Chang’s sword energy? Also skill.

But Zhang Chang, unable to perceive the truth, assumed Liu Shengsheng’s success was solely due to the weapon.

Elsewhere in the academy, a few individuals observed the battle with keen interest. Each of them was profoundly powerful, and they immediately noticed something amiss.

Yet none spoke up. Instead, they watched with quiet anticipation.

Frustration only fueled Zhang Chang’s rage.

Raising his sword, he drew upon the spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius, condensing it into a colossal blade that came crashing down toward Liu Shengsheng.

Beneath this overwhelming strike, Liu Shengsheng seemed minuscule—like a watermelon about to be split by a forty-meter-long sword.

Worse, the attack sealed off all avenues of escape.

Zhang Chang was certain this strike would not only defeat Liu Shengsheng but leave him severely wounded.

Yet, as the crowd watched, Liu Shengsheng showed no panic.

Instead, he calmly raised his own sword, around which the power of the stars began to swirl.

Six spectral sword shadows materialized around the blade, forming a seven-star sword formation with the weapon at its core.

The moment the formation took shape, it wove an impenetrable net of sword energy around Liu Shengsheng.

When the spiritual energy blade descended, the seven-star sword net effortlessly dispersed it.

In the next instant, Liu Shengsheng counterattacked.

His sword swept forward, starry radiance bursting forth as countless streaks of sword light shot toward Zhang Chang like meteors.

The attack was too fast, too fierce—impossible to evade.

Zhang Chang was instantly grievously wounded, his body riddled with holes.

Had he not been wearing protective armor, that single strike would have killed him.

The sight left the onlookers in shock.

“Dean Hao, this is the Emperor’s younger brother? He hardly seems like the useless waste people claim he is.”

“Hah! How could the Imperial Academy possibly harbor trash? It’s simply that Prince Qin is adept at concealing his abilities—hence the misunderstanding. This display of the Seven-Star Sword Art alone proves he far surpasses the average practitioner.”

“Indeed, Prince Qin’s swordsmanship talent is remarkable.”

The observers were none other than Hao Xingchang, dean of the Imperial Academy, and Yu Meiren, a Celestial Immortal expert he had invited.

The two had arrived at the academy just as Wang Hai and his group began their confrontation with Liu Shengsheng.

Given their Celestial Immortal-level perception, they had immediately sensed the brewing conflict.

But instead of intervening, they chose to watch from the sidelines—curious to see what made this version of Prince Qin different.

To their surprise, Liu Shengsheng’s swordsmanship exceeded all expectations.

Nearby, Wang Hai, who had also been observing, noticed something unusual. His expression darkened.

“So this is why you’ve been acting so boldly today—daring to provoke us. Your swordsmanship has improved.”

“But did you really think this level of skill would be enough to defeat me?”

“If you still refuse to accept reality, come and fight me!”

Having earned the Divine Dragon Empress’s approval, Liu Shengsheng had grown far more confident.

Moreover, his sword techniques had been refined by the empress herself, incorporating a simplified version of “All Laws Return to the Origin,” doubling their power.

This only strengthened his resolve to become a Sword Immortal.

No longer the same man, he carried himself with newfound discipline and sought to challenge formidable opponents, eager to learn even more profound sword arts.

Thus, facing Wang Hai, he felt no fear.

Wang Hai could no longer restrain himself.

“Fine. Today, I’ll crush you myself—let’s see how long your arrogance lasts!”

With that, Wang Hai slipped on his gauntlets and threw a furious punch at Liu Shengsheng.

A single strike ignited a sea of flames.

The Wang family descended from the Fiery-Eyed Monkey Spirit lineage—a race gifted with piercing insight, capable of seeing through an opponent’s techniques.

Their innate volatility made them explosive in battle.

Once enraged, their power multiplied.

And right now, Wang Hai was the epitome of fury—a blazing, unstoppable force.