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Chapter 297 Brothers United
Lin Zhao strolled leisurely to the vicinity of the battlefield, and soon saw Lu Xiuqing, who had brought a large group of geniuses from the upper realm to watch the show.

Among that group of people were Qu Ying, who had previously enjoyed watching the drama unfold, and Li Yi, who had always had a strained relationship with Lu Xiuqing.

There was a girl in a red dress next to Li Yi, who had obviously pulled her over.

Upon seeing Lin Zhao, she nodded to him. Qu Ying, on the other hand, gave Lin Zhao a thumbs-up, clearly sensing that Lin Zhao's cultivation level was now vastly different from before.

Seeing that Lin Zhao was completely unharmed, Lu Xiuqing was so angry that his hair almost stood on end.

Those bastards actually took the money and did nothing!
Lin Zhao smiled and waved to him: "Young Master Lu, I wonder if Ling'er would like to challenge you?"

Looking at the other person's gesture, which resembled teasing a dog, Lu Xiuqing was speechless.

After a brief silence, Lu Xiuqing said with a forced smile, "Don't think that just because you've defeated a few bastards you can talk to me like this. Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish, but let me make it clear beforehand: on the battlefield, life and death are left to fate!"

Lu Xiuqing's dark eyes were filled with an intense killing intent that lingered. Lin Zhao met his gaze and revealed a cold smile.

"Of course, life and death are left to fate."

Qu Ying leaned closer to Li Yi: "Although I feel that my sister-in-law has become much stronger, Lu Xiuqing has been at the Great Perfection of the Heartbeat Stage for three years now. His spiritual energy foundation should be around 100,000 Dao by now, right?"

Li Yi nodded, observed Lin Zhao for a while, and said nothing.

Qu Ying said, "Sister-in-law, the chances of her survival are slim."

No matter how exceptionally talented Lin Zhao is, could she possibly progress from the initial stage of Heartbeat to the Great Perfection of Heartbeat in less than two months?
Li Yi looked at him thoughtfully: "How about we make a bet? I think Lin Zhao can win."

Qu Ying looked incredulous: "Even if you admire her, you don't need to bet on her so recklessly, do you? I'm sure I'll win this bet!"

"Thirty thousand soul coins?"

Qu Ying, looking like he was about to strike it rich, waved his hand and said, "Fifty thousand!"

Li Yi smiled and said, "Then let's see."

When the girl in red heard that Qu Ying had actually made a bet with her sister, she excitedly said, "Count me in! I'll also bet 50,000 on Zhao Ling'er to win."

Just as Qu Ying was questioning his judgment, a young man not far from Li Yi laughed and said, "Count me in on this exciting event. I bet 100,000 on Lu Xiuqing winning."

Li Yi glanced at the young man and said, "Wang Teng, you never used to get involved in these things."

This young man was none other than Wang Teng, the third-ranked expert on the Upper Realm's Prodigy Ranking. If they were to actually fight, Li Yi knew he might not be able to secure a victory against Wang Teng.

Wang Teng chuckled, his gaze towards Lin Zhao filled with condescending dissatisfaction and contempt: "I do not care much about these things, but how can someone like me, a prodigy of the Upper Realm, be challenged by some random chicken that the Zhao family finds at will?"

This statement was enough for Li Yi to understand why Wang Teng had shown up and made his stance clear; she noticed that most of the upper realm cultivators were on Wang Teng's side.

Li Yi sighed softly, looked up at Lin Zhao who was going up to pay the fees, and sighed, "In this situation, you'll have to keep fighting by yourself."

The cultivators in the upper realm may be constantly fighting among themselves, but when Lin Zhao, a cultivator who came in from the lower realm with special treatment, appears, they will disregard their previous harmony and stick together to oppose Lin Zhao for the sake of the so-called dignity of the earthly realm.

The only one who can break this situation is Lin Zhao himself, who can crush the genius-level powerhouse in their eyes with absolute strength.

In the cultivation world, whether in the upper or lower realms, the strong are revered.

Lin Zhao was unaware that things were about to fall apart over there. She had just paid half of the entrance fee for the advanced battle arena and was feeling the pinch of her money.

Seeing her pained expression, Lu Xiuqing scoffed, "As expected of a cultivator from the lower realm, so stingy and petty."

Lin Zhao was already slow to take out her money, and she slowed down even more when she heard his sarcasm: "You have money, why don't you pay for it?"

Lu Xiuqing didn't really care about the money. He threw a bag of Divine Soul Coins at Lin Zhao and said, "Come on stage. Consider this your money to save your life." Lin Zhao neatly took the money and said seriously, "You're really rich."

Lu Xiuqing: "..." Couldn't she tell he was humiliating her?!
As Lin Zhao walked onto the stage, he endured the agonizing gazes from all directions.

She certainly understood Lu Xiuqing's sarcasm, but since he was someone she was about to beat down and who had just paid for her, Lin Zhao didn't bother with the verbal sparring.

As the two stood on the battlefield, Lin Zhao was still marveling at the high quality of the materials here when the Thunder Spear opposite her was already striking down towards her head.

A golden light flashed between Lin Zhao's brows, and the Heavenly Phoenix Bone Sword in his hand was already striking out in mid-air.

This sword strike didn't use any spiritual techniques, nor was it like Lu Xiuqing's powerful strike that was delivered after accumulating spiritual power.

Sensing Lin Zhao's perfunctory attitude, Lu Xiuqing couldn't help but reveal a mocking smile: "Go to hell!"

His spear slammed heavily into the slender, fragile purple longsword.

Boom! Thunder and flames shot into the sky, and Lu Xiuqing was blasted off the battle stage.

Lu Xiuqing, who had fallen off the stage, knelt on the ground, feeling as if his whole body had been scorched by a fire. He didn't have the strength to speak for a long time.

Apart from the excruciating pain and weakness throughout his body, and the vague sense that he was seriously injured, Lu Xiuqing knew nothing else.

He was completely lost.

In the end what happened?
Perhaps his subconscious had already given him the answer, but Lu Xiuqing refused to believe it. He knelt on the spot, letting the shocked and suspicious gazes from all directions fall on him.

"Disgraceful." Wang Teng's face darkened.

Others might not be able to tell what happened, but he, as the third-ranked expert on the Prodigy Ranking, couldn't possibly be unaware of it.

This is Zhao Ling'er's absolute suppression of Lu Xiuqing's spiritual energy foundation and strength.

This shows that Zhao Ling'er is far superior to Lu Xiuqing in every aspect!
After belittling Lu Xiuqing, Wang Teng slowly clenched his fist, then stood up and landed on the battlefield.

"I wonder if Miss Zhao would be willing to accept another performance?"

Lin Zhao's gaze swept over Lu Xiuqing, whose soul was already showing signs of shattering and who had been forced back to his original body. He then looked up at the young man who had appeared before him.

"Sorry, I can't accept that."

She already had enough of securing Lu Xiuqing's ranking on the Prodigy Ranking to allow the Zhao family's Heartbeat Stage cultivators to move freely within the Heartbeat Stage activity area of ​​the Divine Soul World. Why go through all that trouble?
What good would I do if I fought him?

"I'll cover the costs of this match."

Lin Zhaojing declined, saying, "Farewell."

"One hundred thousand Divine Soul Coins," Wang Teng said.

Lin Zhao stopped in her tracks, turned around and held up two fingers: "Two hundred thousand, and I'll fight you."

Wang Teng frowned, disgusted by the insatiable greed of these people from the lower realm: "150,000."

Lin Zhao clicked his tongue: "Alright then."

When the other person finally said "okay," Wang Teng realized that their conversation sounded exactly like a middle-aged woman haggling over a price at a market.

This realization made the veins on his forehead throb. He summoned his weapon, pointing his broadsword at Lin Zhao: "I will tell you that your previous achievements are nothing compared to the true geniuses of the Upper Realm."