If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

She simply lowered the tip of her sword coldly, looking down at Li Tie kneeling on the ground.

That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a pile of roadside trash.

"Should we continue?"

The voice was cold and clear, like pouring a basin of ice water into a pan of boiling oil.

Li Tie was in so much pain that he was covered in sweat. He looked up at the figure that was as unapproachable as a goddess.

The fear in my heart instantly overwhelmed my anger.

He could sense it.

That sword strike just now, if it hadn't been a downward slash from the spine, but rather a horizontal sweep of the blade.

His two legs have now separated.

"No...I'm not fighting anymore! I give up! I give up!"

Li Tie scrambled backward, not even bothering with his beloved spiked club, and rolled off the stage.

"Match 41: Ying Tianfeng's Xiao Qinghan wins!"

The referee's voice rang out, tinged with barely concealed surprise.

Xiao Qinghan sheathed her sword and turned around.

In that instant, her gaze seemed to casually sweep across a corner of the crowd.

Mo Chengyue's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously shrank back.

"Is it just my imagination?"

"Since we're so far apart, and I used the 'Passerby A' aura simulation technique, she shouldn't be able to see me."

On the stage, the blue skirt disappeared into the waiting area.

All that remained was a collective gasp of shock behind them, and a sudden reversal in public opinion.

"Holy crap! Did you guys see that sword strike? That was so cool!"

"This is what they call a 'fallen genius'? This isn't just 'fallen,' it's more like a hidden dragon in the abyss!"

"Waaaaah, even though she's from Yingtian Peak, at this moment, I want to defect! Senior Sister Xiao, kill me!"

"Don't you guys think that Senior Sister Xiao's aura is even more captivating than before? That cool and aloof demeanor with a hint of vulnerability... absolutely stunning!"

Listen to the cheers of the fans around you who have instantly turned into "fanboys and girly boys".

Mo Chengyue patted the sunflower seed crumbs off his hands, keeping his accomplishments hidden.

"Is this what they mean by 'if you're strong enough, the whole world will treat you kindly'?"

He stood up and stretched.

This scene was very enjoyable to watch.

It was even more satisfying than if he had won himself.

The feeling was like a promising stock that you had secretly invested in, finally starting to rise and hit the daily limit.

"I can't wait..."

Mo Chengyue looked in the direction Xiao Qinghan had left, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"When these people find out that Senior Sister Xiao was actually using a 'useless technique' that our Hehuan Sect considers trash..."

"That expression must have been a hundred times more interesting than it is now, right?"

On the Qi Refining stage competition field, after the "fallen genius" Xiao Qinghan left the stage, the air seemed to grow several degrees colder.

It's like watching a bunch of bronze and silver players fighting each other in a mud pit after a brilliant and exciting game of King of Glory ends up; it's really quite boring.

Mo Chengyue spat out the last sunflower seed shell with a "pui" sound.

He patted the dust off his bottom, a practiced movement that was almost heartbreaking.

"I'm outta here. The quality here is too low; it would lower my standards."

Mo Chengyue hummed that off-key little tune about running to his grandmother's house, like a slippery eel, squeezing his way into the center of the stadium with the flow of people.

That's where the main event of the day is.

The exclusive battlefield for cultivators in the Core Formation stage—commonly known as the "Battle Zone of Gods" or the "High-Risk Spectator Zone."

As soon as he approached this area, Mo Chengyue felt a chill run down his spine.

If the Qi Refining stage is like a village brawl, then the Foundation Establishment stage is like a martial arts action movie.

That battle between Core Formation stage cultivators was like a top-tier Hollywood sci-fi disaster movie with all the special effects!

boom--!!!

Before I could even get my footing, a terrifying shockwave, visible to the naked eye, mixed with gravel and dust, crashed towards me like a tsunami.

Several Foundation Establishment disciples nearby, who were enjoying the spectacle, were blown about like bowling pins.

An even worse-looking guy was hanging from a crooked tree in the distance, swaying in the wind.

"Holy crap! This is indiscriminate area-of-effect damage!"

Mo Chengyue reacted quickly, instantly activating the "Thousand-Pound Drop" talisman beneath his feet.

His whole body was like a welded steel nail, firmly nailed to the ground.

Incidentally, he also skillfully erected a pale yellow spiritual energy shield.

Eating melons in this godforsaken place is a high-risk profession.

Without some means of survival, you'll be dead before you even get a taste of the melon.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Mo Chengyue adjusted his goggles and stared intently at the specially made obsidian arena.

Upon seeing this, I burst out laughing.

A playful smile, as if to say, "This is going to be interesting."

"Oh ho, isn't this a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road?"

On the arena, two figures are facing off.

The woman on the left is dressed in her signature black outfit, with her long hair tied up high.

The red hair ribbon fluttered in the strong wind, like a burning fire.

She was tall and slender, carrying a long sword that was not yet drawn.

His gaze was as cold as if he were looking at a pile of unrecyclable wet garbage.

She is none other than the leader of Qingquan Peak, the infamous "Female Asura" of the Hehuan Sect.

She is also Mo Chengyue's second senior sister, Qin Wanzhuang, who has severe mysophobia and violent tendencies.

The person standing opposite her, however, had a completely different style.

He wore an extremely flamboyant white and gold robe and held a gilded folding fan in his hand.

Her hair was so neatly combed that even a fly couldn't stand on it, and she wore a fake smile that said, "I am very noble, and you are not worthy of me."

Guo Zixuan.

Ying Tianfeng's genius, peak of the mid-stage Core Formation realm.

Of course, in the little notebook that Mo Chengyue always carried with him, this guy had an even more resounding label:

[Xiao Qinghan's ex-fiancé: A modern-day Chen Shimei (a notorious womanizer in Chinese folklore) who lives off his wife.]

"This is interesting."

Mo Chengyue took out a packet of spiced melon seeds from his storage bag and casually shared a handful with his dumbfounded junior brother next to him.

"A violent maniac versus a hypocrite, I'm on the Second Senior Sister's side this time."

"Although she beat me quite often, that was a 'family conflict,' but she's a professional at dealing with outsiders."

On the arena.

Guo Zixuan did not rush to make a move.

He closed the folding fan with exquisite elegance and spoke in a tone that appeared gentle but was actually condescending:

"Junior Sister Qin, it's been many years, and your killing intent is still as strong as ever."

"It's rather unrefined for a young lady to be wielding swords and spears all day long."

Guo Zixuan sighed, giving him a "I'm doing this for your own good" look.

"How about... we stop here? If Junior Sister loses, she only needs to apologize to Senior Brother in public and admit that Qingquan Peak is inferior to Yingtian Peak."

That was a beautifully said statement.

The aroma of tea is rich and refreshing.

This made him appear magnanimous while subtly putting down Qingquan Peak.

Many disciples from Yingtian Peak below the stage had already begun to cheer mindlessly.

"Brother Guo is so magnanimous!"

"As expected of Senior Brother Guo, that's true vision!"

"Qin Wanzhuang, hurry up and admit defeat. Senior Brother Guo is giving you a way out!"

However, faced with this "grand principle".

Qin Wanzhuang's response was very simple, and also very blunt.

She slowly raised the long sword in her hand, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Guo Zixuan's nose.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Qin Wanzhuang's voice was cold and tinged with impatience.

"Fight if you want, or get lost."

Her beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an undisguised look of disdain.

He even raised his hand and fanned the tip of his nose.

"besides……"

"Your perfume smells too strong, it's giving me a headache."

"Are you here to fight, or to visit a brothel and start your career?"

puff--!

Mo Chengyue, sitting in the audience, almost choked on a melon seed and coughed violently.

Lore!

This is my second senior sister!

Although she didn't know about the messy things that led to Guo Zixuan breaking off the engagement, her "natural ability to spot a bitch" was terrifyingly accurate!

For someone like Qin Wanzhuang, who has a personality that cannot tolerate any flaws.

Guo Zixuan, a man who exudes an aura of "I'm so pretentious," is practically a walking source of pollution.

really.

Guo Zixuan's smile froze instantly.

It's like a meticulously crafted mask suddenly cracking open, revealing the hideous creature beneath.

"Junior Sister Qin, you've gone too far!"

Guo Zixuan's eyes turned cold, and his previous elegant demeanor vanished completely.

"Since you won't listen to reason, don't blame your senior brother for not showing any chivalry!"

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, Guo Zixuan suddenly waved his folding fan.

This seemingly ordinary folding fan is actually a top-grade spiritual artifact!

As he moved, countless golden gusts of wind appeared out of thin air.

They gathered together and transformed into a giant golden phantom.

With a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air, it swooped down toward Qin Wanzhuang!

"It's the Great Roc Golden Wing Technique! It's Senior Brother Guo's signature move!"