The Holy Maiden Uncovers My Coffin When I Just Become An Emperor's Corpse-Chapter 157: Why Does My Sword Hurt Me?

The Ninth Prince’s gaze was sharp.

"What did you say?"

His face darkened.

"Ninth Prince," the Twelfth Princess Tang Rongrong said, "he said you can’t draw your sword in front of him."

She finished speaking and sneered.

"Ninth Prince, he looks down on you!"

The Ninth Prince raised his hand, gripping the sword in his hand, and stared at Yang Yan.

"Hahaha, look down on me? Do you deserve to?

And you say I can’t draw my sword in front of you.

Are you joking?

*Do you not know what the Sword Realm is, what the Third Level of Sword Force is, the Mind Realm?*" he said mockingly.

The Ninth Prince placed the sword in his hand in front of him.

"The Green Blade Dark Sword in my hand is so well-matched with me!

Whatever I command it to do, it does!

It has long been one with my body and my mind.

I’ve used it to kill countless small fry, and yet you say I can’t draw my sword!

*Anyone here agree with what he says?*" he asked.

People around laughed.

"The Ninth Prince’s Sword Dao Sword Realm is superb, how could he not be able to draw his sword?"

"A small country’s emperor probably hasn’t seen much of the world, hence doesn’t know the Ninth Prince’s prowess!"

"Can’t draw the sword? How could he think of that!

The Ninth Prince is a Sword Dao genius, how could he possibly fail to draw his sword!"

"If the Ninth Prince truly can’t draw his sword, I’ll crawl on my knees for the rest of my life!"

Except for Tang Zhenyuan, Tang Qingqing, and Ming Yue, no one believed what Yang Yan said!

"Did you hear me? I am a Sword Dao genius!

Your arrogance and nonsense talk come from your lack of knowledge!

*Today, before your death,

I’ll show you I can not only draw my sword*

but also kill you effortlessly with it!"

He tightened his grip on the sword handle.

"Eagle Strike!"

The Profound Qi around the Ninth Prince gathered into an even larger, more terrifying shape of an eagle!

Hovering in the air, its body pulsated with the shape of a sword.

It seemed as if it could plunge down at any moment to stab its opponent.

"Green Blade Dark Sword, draw!" the Ninth Prince shouted loudly.

He applied force to draw the Green Blade Dark Sword from its sheath.

However, despite his strength being exerted on the sword handle, the Qingfeng Xuan Sword did not budge.

"Hmm?" The Ninth Prince’s expression changed.

He tried to move his hand again, but still couldn’t draw the Green Blade Dark Sword.

This sword had been with him for years; never before, due to a mere statement from Yang Yan, had he been forced to seriously exert effort to draw it.

Normally, even without exerting force, the sword would unsheathe with just the command to draw!

Now that he couldn’t draw it, he felt something was off.

*"This isn’t how it usually is!"* the Ninth Prince thought to himself.

He increased the force in his hand, with Profound Qi continuously pouring out.

Gathering in his hand, he attempted to draw the Green Blade Dark Sword.

As his strength grew greater and greater,

he thought he’d be able to draw the sword!

But the Green Blade Dark Sword in his hand remained unmoved, as if it were restrained by something and couldn’t be unsheathed.

*"Come out, unsheathe, Green Blade Dark Sword, come out for me!"* the Ninth Prince shouted in his heart.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, gradually gathering and then trailing down.

His clothes on his back also became slightly soaked with sweat.

The great hall became silent, everyone watched the Ninth Prince.

At first, they didn’t think the Ninth Prince wouldn’t be able to draw his sword.

They even believed that a Sword Dao genius failing to draw his own sword would be a joke.

Now seeing the Ninth Prince’s changing expression, along with the sweat,

it was no act!

Their expressions changed.

"What’s wrong with the Ninth Prince? He’s been trying to draw his sword for so long!"

"Could it be that what he said is true, and the Ninth Prince can’t draw his sword in front of him?"

"It’s possible, the Ninth Prince seems clearly panicked!"

Their discussions reached the Ninth Prince’s ears, causing him to blush furiously.

"Green Blade Dark Sword, come out for me!" the Ninth Prince shouted in anger. "Ah..."

He screamed, using all his strength to draw the sword.

Yet the sword in his hand still remained unmoved.

The sword blade was concealed within the sheath, not even exposing a hint.

"Huff huff huff!"

The Ninth Prince had used all his Profound Qi and physical strength, yet the Green Blade Dark Sword in his hand remained still.

His hand holding the Green Blade Dark Sword trembled, and he panted heavily.

*"Why can’t it unsheathe?"* the Ninth Prince’s eyes turned towards Yang Yan.

Yang Yan, from start to finish, hadn’t looked at him once, only quietly drank the wine Tang Qingqing poured for him.

"Ninth Prince, can you do it or not? If not, don’t force it, step back and don’t disgrace our royal family," the Eighth Prince Tang Zhenyuan said impatiently.

Daring to be disrespectful to Yang Yan had already made him furious.

Had they not been in the imperial palace, he would have already acted and killed the Ninth Prince.

"Of course I can!"

The Ninth Prince’s face was ugly, and he gripped the Green Blade Dark Sword hilt again.

He wanted to draw the sword powerfully, but the sword in his hand still wouldn’t unsheathe.

*"Damn it, I’m humiliated!"* he felt extremely embarrassed at this moment.

Tang Rongrong noticed something was wrong and moved her hand.

A completely red sword appeared, with the image of a red Flying Bird engraved on it.

A red tassel hung at the end of the sword sheath.

"Ninth Prince, use my Fiery Flame Divine Sword!" She threw the sword in her hand, sending it straight to the Ninth Prince.

The Ninth Prince nodded.

"Good."

Bang!

The Ninth Prince tossed the Green Blade Dark Sword in his hand onto the ground.

"I’ll just melt you down when I return!" he said coldly.

Then he reached out and caught Tang Rongrong’s Fiery Flame Divine Sword, holding the sword sheath with one hand.

"Just now, it was a problem with my sword; now I’ve switched to a different one.

Using this, I can still kill you!

Come on!

Die!"

The Ninth Prince’s killing intent surfaced.

"Eagle Strike, Sword Out!"

He tried to draw the sword with force to deal with Yang Yan.

However, at the moment he drew the sword, the sword didn’t move.

The Ninth Prince’s face changed suddenly, and he exerted more force again.

*"What, how could it be this wicked!"* he thought in panic.

The Green Blade Dark Sword that accompanied him couldn’t be unsheathed by him.

Tang Rongrong’s Fiery Flame Divine Sword, in his hands, still couldn’t be unsheathed!

This made him anxious and unsure!

"Ninth Prince, what’s wrong?" Tang Rongrong also realized something was off.

It seemed as if the Ninth Prince still couldn’t draw the sword.

"My sword, it’s fine!" she thought to herself.

The Ninth Prince waved his hand, and the Fiery Flame Divine Sword in his hand flew out, landing on the table in front of Tang Rongrong.

"He’s used some evil technique, preventing me from drawing my sword!" he said in a serious tone.

"Your evil technique is indeed strong, but that doesn’t matter.

*Today, even without using a sword,*

*I can use Sword Qi to kill you!"*

The Profound Qi surged around the Ninth Prince, imposing and fierce.

"Hand over your life!"

He held his breath, focused, and pointed his finger at Yang Yan.

"Kill for me!"

The eagle form, gathering on him, shot out, diving straight at Yang Yan.

A clanging sound resonated, and a beam of sword light illuminated the entire great hall.

The Green Blade Dark Sword, which the Ninth Prince had discarded, unsheathed at that moment.

The dazzling sword light pierced through the eagle form released by the Ninth Prince in an instant.

It shattered it in mid-air, creating rippling waves.

Pfft!

The Ninth Prince knelt on one knee, vomiting blood.

Before his eyes, the Green Blade Dark Sword was stabbed into the ground in front of him.

"Why did my sword hurt me!" he said in bewilderment.