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Already slightly drunk, Chu Xingyao's cheeks flushed a rosy blush, adding to her allure.

Although her steps were unsteady, she walked firmly toward Jun Jiuxiao with each step.

Her left hand gripped the Dragon's Roar Sword tightly, its blade gleaming coldly in the candlelight, just like her unwavering will, which was not to be violated.

His right hand gently held the Green Jade Zither, its body simple and ancient, its strings taut, as if awaiting a magnificent performance.

When she finally placed the Green Jade Guqin on the carved table, the soft sound, like the morning bell and evening drum, awakened the attention of everyone present.

Their gazes, filled with doubt, curiosity, and surprise, wove together into an invisible net.

They surrounded Chu Xingyao and Jun Jiuxiao tightly, puzzled as to what Chu Xingyao meant.

In Chu Xingyao's eyes, there was only Jun Jiuxiao.

Her voice, soft and sweet with a hint of intoxication, was still as sweet as honey.

Her words, like the soft song of a nightingale, pierced the clamor of the banquet and touched the hearts of all:

"Yaochen, today you play a tune on your zither, and I will wield the Dragon Roar Sword and dance gracefully for you."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. They had seen Jun Jiuxiao in full armor and wielding a spear, and they had seen him strategize and plan, but they had never seen him gently strum the strings of a zither.

This Prince of War, how could he possess such talent?

Immediately, various speculations and discussions arose, leaving ministers and generals in disbelief.

Only Night Hawk knew the truth: his prince was a master of the zither, but he rarely displayed his skills.

He thought to himself, "There's bound to be a good show today."

Faced with the surprise and doubts of the crowd, Jun Jiuxiao remained calm and composed, still wearing that nonchalant smile on his face.

He stood up and slowly walked to the table, his elegant figure like that of a celestial being descending to earth.

He gently stroked the green zither, his fingers gliding lightly across the strings, producing a clear and melodious sound that invigorated the listener.

He looked at Chu Xingyao with deep affection, his gaze filled with doting and tenderness:

"Very well, it is my great honor to play the zither for Yao'er."

Before he could finish speaking, Jun Jiuxiao gracefully sat down at the table and placed the Green Jade Zither in front of him.

His long, slender fingers landed lightly on the strings, as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water.

In an instant, exquisite notes flowed from his fingertips like a gentle stream.

As the melodious sound of the zither slowly rose, Chu Xingyao's sword dance began.

She deftly lifted the sword hilt, and the Dragon Roar Sword seemed to come alive, dancing in her fair and slender hands.

A vibrant red dress billowed and swirled with her movements, resembling a red lotus blooming proudly in the wind, tracing beautiful arcs in the air.

Each arc is like a shooting star flashing across the night sky, dazzling and captivating.

Her steps were light yet firm, each one perfectly in sync with the rhythm of the piano music.

Jun Jiuxiao's deep eyes were drawn to him as if by a magnet.

From beginning to end, he never moved away from Chu Xingyao, who was dancing gracefully with the Dragon Roar Sword not far away, not even for a moment.

His gaze, brimming with endless tenderness and affection, was like the gentlest spring breeze caressing the surface of a lake.

It's like the warmest winter sun shining on the snow, bringing warmth to one's heart.

Under that gentle gaze, Chu Xingyao keenly sensed the deep affection emanating from Jun Jiuxiao.

Chu Xingyao smiled slightly, a smile as beautiful and captivating as spring flowers in full bloom.

However, her movements became increasingly swift, like the wind. With a graceful and decisive spin, the sword in her hand instantly transformed into a soaring eagle.

Its speed is astonishing, while also possessing extremely high accuracy.

With each swing of the sword, the tip tore through the surrounding air like lightning, emitting a series of ear-piercing whistling sounds.

Like the high-pitched cry of an eagle soaring into the sky, it hurtles straight toward the imagined enemy's fatal spot.

In that instant, as if the whole world had been set ablaze, a deafening roar of cheers and thunderous applause erupted around the hall!

These sounds intertwined, like surging waves, crashing against people's eardrums one after another.

Among them, the most excited and thrilled were the seasoned generals who had fought countless battles.

Their eyes widened, their faces flushed, and they clapped their hands vigorously while shouting loudly. Some even stood up from their seats in excitement, cheering repeatedly.

However, amidst this noisy and bustling scene, one person stood out from the crowd.

This person was none other than Jun Jiuxiao. He sat there quietly, his gaze fixed on Chu Xingyao, who was dancing gracefully.

Others might only have seen Chu Xingyao's graceful and elegant dance moves, but only he keenly perceived the hidden secret within them—

It turns out that what this girl was showing was one of her signature moves, "Eagle Soaring Through the Sky"!

It should be noted that this move is incredibly powerful; once unleashed, it can often kill the enemy in an instant, thus achieving a decisive victory.

At this moment, Chu Xingyao was completely unaffected by her surroundings and remained fully absorbed in her dance.

She gently lifted the hilt of her sword, and the longsword in her hand instantly transformed into a streak of light, rapidly flying through the air.

The sword gleamed with a dazzling light, like a nimble and agile red dragon, sometimes spiraling upwards, sometimes swooping down, a sight to behold.

With each swing of her sword, the aura emanating from the sword technique grew stronger and stronger, domineering and imposing, as if Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, had been reborn, brave and fearless.

When she swung her sword again, everyone felt an immense pressure, as heavy as a mountain, bearing down on them.

The sword strike was so fierce that it seemed capable of easily cleaving a mountain; its power was so great that each strike contained the strength to break through the enemy's hard armor, making it impossible for the opponent to resist.

Moreover, behind this seemingly simple and brutal attack lies an indomitable will and overwhelming power.

This left the enemy utterly helpless and unable to retaliate against such a fierce offensive.

Even the emperor, high above all others, was moved and couldn't help but applaud, exclaiming in praise:

"Wow, that was a brilliant move!"

Upon hearing the emperor's praise, the surrounding ministers echoed his sentiments, and a torrent of flattery followed.

Meanwhile, Jun Jiuxiao secretly added with pride in his heart:

"Hmph, this is my unique skill—'The Overlord's Armor Removal'! Back then, countless heroes and warriors fell to this move."

Jun Jiuxiao's zither skills were superb; every note he played was precisely timed to the rhythm of Chu Xingyao's sword dance.

It was as if their hearts were already connected, and they could perceive each other's actions and intentions without needing to say a word.

Chu Xingyao's sword tip flashed through the air once more, her swordplay agile and majestic, like a giant dragon dancing in the four seas.

His swordsmanship is ever-changing, sometimes as fierce as a tornado sweeping in, leaving no room for escape; at other times as tranquil as the unfathomable depths of the sea, making it impossible to discern his true nature.

Every sword strike carries the power and majesty of a dragon, making it impossible for opponents to predict his moves, leaving them only with awe.

Night Hawk, who had been silently observing from the sidelines and was Jun Jiuxiao's personal bodyguard, was captivated by Chu Xingyao's sword dance tonight.

He was all too familiar with that sword move—"Dragon Soars Across the Seas Slash," Jun Jiuxiao's masterpiece, each move embodying the prince's domineering spirit and wisdom.

His voice was low and urgent as he whispered in Jun Jiuxiao's ear, "Your Highness, this sword move is indeed your 'Dragon Soars Across the Seas Slash'!"

His voice carried a hint of surprise, a hint of confusion, and a barely perceptible trace of worry.

He didn't understand why Chu Xingyao could use Jun Jiuxiao's sword techniques, and so skillfully at that.