Divine Seal: I am the Demon God Emperor's beloved granddaughter

Chapter 51: Completely defeating Yang Wenzhao, encountering a master follower.

When faced with Yang Wenzhao's charge, Bai Xi did not adopt an attack or defense stance, but instead uttered such harsh words.

That's incredibly arrogant.

But she certainly had the right to be arrogant.

Just as she said, none of the knights who came after the first two rounds could match her combined.

Bai Xi finally made her move just as Yang Wenzhao and his attack were about to reach her.

"Sever the Seven Emotions, Anger."

She used the Seven Emotions Slash: Wrath Sword technique, which she had mastered during her fight with Long Xingyu.

Under the raging sword energy, the fire spread like wildfire toward Yang Wenzhao, seemingly capable of destroying everything.

On the arena, the power of fire element surged, completely overwhelming the power of light element.

Yang Wenzhao was also suppressed by Bai Xi.

The difference of just two levels is surprisingly significant.

Under the ravages of the fire element, Yang Wenzhao felt that even mobilizing the power of light was becoming difficult.

And he didn't need to retaliate at all, because Bai Xi didn't give him a chance to retaliate.

"The phoenix takes flight."

Two phoenix phantoms, one fiery red and the other platinum, reappeared on the competition stage. This time, the phoenixes were much more imposing than before.

Anyone with eyes could see that Bai Xi had held back when she used Phoenix Flight last time.

After all, this time, there are two phoenixes alone.

"too strong."

"Is she really not even 25 years old? How can she have such a strong opponent..."

"I can't even summon a mount."

Yang Wenzhao smiled bitterly to himself, realizing how terrifying Bai Xi was.

He had previously thought that with the Starry Unicorn as his mount, and Ren Baixi being level five, he would have no chance of losing as long as he summoned his mount.

When the competition started, I realized that Bai Xi wouldn't give you a chance to summon your mount at all.

"This is the last resort."

Bai Xi lightly touched the ground with her toes, and she floated into the air, walking in the air as if on flat ground.

This is her self-created light-footwork technique, named Lingyun.

Its fierce and imposing aura was fully revealed.

Yang Wenzhao immediately knew that he had lost, and lost badly.

In an instant, the sword in Bai Xi's hand multiplied into two, then four, eventually becoming more than a hundred swords.

As she moved, the more than one hundred swords flew toward Yang Wenzhao.

"Number six wins, match over!"

Han Ci on the podium felt his heart pounding in his throat and immediately stopped the match, announcing Bai Xi's victory.

"If this move really hits, Yang Wenzhao will be crippled even if he doesn't die."

Because he was worried that Bai Xi wouldn't be able to stop in time, and that the seventh-level referee wouldn't be able to stop her in time, Han Ci prepared to stop her himself when he announced the end of the match.

But it seemed he was too late. Bai Xi's sword was fast and had already fallen, stirring up a lot of dust and obstructing the view.

"Oh no, is Yang Wenzhao really crippled? What will happen to Bai Xi then...?"

Han Ci's heart sank, and he had already prepared for the worst.

Yang Wenzhao's background is not much weaker than Bai Xi's, and he has always been regarded as the future of the Knight Temple. If he is ruined by Bai Xi, Bai Xi will also have a hard time getting off.

However, Hantz's plan was clearly unnecessary.

After the dust settled, Yang Wenzhao was found standing unharmed in the ruins, only suffering some serious injuries.

"Thank God, he's not seriously injured."

Hantz felt like he had come back to life.

He couldn't help but look at Bai Xi, whose emotions had been greatly stirred.

"Is it really that hard to just pull back your strength?" Bai Xi asked quietly.

It turned out that the moment Han Ci announced the end of the match, Bai Xi controlled the more than one hundred swords to instantly deviate from their course, heading not towards Yang Wenzhao, but towards the competition stage.

So the competition stage was reduced to dust, and Yang Wenzhao only suffered some recoil injuries.

The physical injuries weren't serious, but the emotional wounds were quite severe.

Yang Wenzhao was truly dealt a blow by Bai Xi, and his self-confidence vanished.

For a moment, everyone looked at Bai Xi with a hint of fear.

Bai Xi emerged victorious, becoming the first place winner in the preliminary round of the Knights' Temple, while Long Haochen came in third. Both of them received additional rewards from the Knights' Temple for the top three finishers.

After the match, the brother and sister naturally went back to the hotel together.

The match was a bit late today, and they had already told Saint Cher that they didn't need to wait for them.

But as she walked along the road, Bai Xi sensed the presence of an assassin and immediately knew that something unexpected had happened.

The assassin's aura was clearly following them.

"It's not Sheng Cai'er. Her strength is only at the fifth level. The person in the shadows is at least at the peak of the eighth level. Who else could it be but her?"

After mentally calculating for a while, Bai Xi panicked a little. If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have pretended when she was beating Yang Wenzhao.

Although she seemed to be having a great time and beating Yang Wenzhao without giving him any chance to fight back, it actually took a lot of energy out of her.

Now that she has very little spiritual energy left, if that person has any ill intentions towards them, she will have no way to escape with Long Haochen!

"Old Dragon, Old Dragon, where are you?"

When Bai Xi realized she was being followed by someone powerful, she immediately thought of Long Xingyu.

But deep down, I know better than anyone else that it's better to rely on yourself.

Just as they were about to enter the hotel, the person who had been following them finally couldn't hold back any longer and reached out his hand to Bai Xi.

There was no intention to kill; it seemed he just wanted to knock Bai Xi unconscious.

"who are you?"

After hurriedly leading Long Haochen away, Bai Xi looked intently at the place where the assassin was hiding.

Once he realized he had been discovered, the man stopped hiding and appeared directly in front of Bai Xi, his eyes filled with admiration.

He was a tall, thin old man with gray hair, dressed in ordinary black clothes, and had an ordinary appearance.

"You're so young, only a fifth-tier knight, yet you managed to spot this old man?"

"Who are you? What do you want? Why are you following us?"

Ignoring the old man's surprise, Bai Xi asked three questions in a row, revealing the things she cared about.

Is the person before you an enemy or a friend?

"I don't want to do anything, I just have some questions for you, and I hope you'll come with me."

The old man's eyes, filled with desolation and lifelessness, stared at Bai Xi.

Even as Bai Xi tried her best to convince herself that he meant no harm, she couldn't hide her wariness.

He is really strong.

"She won't go with you! Don't even think about taking her away!"

What if I don't go with you?

Long Haochen and Bai Xi's voices rang out one after the other.

"Then don't blame me for taking some forceful measures."

The thin, tall old man was truly cold-blooded and ruthless.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are a senior member of the Assassin's Temple. The six temples are originally one family, so why are you attacking us?"

Bai Xi couldn't understand how she had offended such a person.

Could it be related to Saint Cher?
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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