I, the lazy prince, am the darling of the ladies of destiny.

On the other side, Yunzhi and Xiao Dongdi were on the battlefield.

Anyone with eyes could see that Yunzhi's aura was calm and her swordsmanship was composed, clearly indicating that she was not using her full strength.

Although Xiao Dong's attacks were fierce, he seemed to be running out of steam. After all, the difference in their cultivation levels was significant, and forcibly activating the bottom row would be extremely taxing.

"Yunzhi! Why are you doing this to me!" Xiao Dong punched away a barrage of wind blades, his eyes bloodshot, and he questioned her in a hoarse voice, trying to disturb her peace of mind.

Yunzhi seemed not to hear, and her sword stance suddenly changed!

"Cloud Wing Sword Technique, Second Form: Piercing Clouds and Splitting the Sky!"

The Nine-Winged Sword shone brightly, its tip gathering an extremely sharp and cold light. Its speed increased dramatically, like lightning tearing through the clouds, directly piercing a barely perceptible flaw in Xiao Dong's fist technique!

This sword strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Xiao Dong's pupils contracted sharply. It was too late to change his move hastily. He could only concentrate all his power of Emperor Flame into his fist and take the sword head-on!

laugh--!

The sword tip collided with the fiery fist, producing a teeth-grinding tearing sound. While Emperor Yan was powerful, Yun Zhi's spiritual energy was far more refined and abundant, and the Nine-Winged Sword was an even greater advantage as a celestial weapon!

"Ugh!"

Xiao Dong groaned in pain as the flames on his fist were torn apart by the sword energy, leaving a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain.

He was sent flying backward by the incomparably sharp sword energy, rolling several times on the ground before barely stopping, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.

Yunzhi sheathed her sword and stood still, her white robes as pristine as snow, her breathing steady.

She didn't even glance at Xiao Dong, who was lying on the ground coughing up blood, but turned around and faced the Lu family's high platform again.

"Grandpa Lü, Father, Yunzhi has made a fool of herself."

She bowed slightly. "This scoundrel disrupted the birthday banquet and spoke rudely. As the betrothed daughter-in-law of the Lü family, Yunzhi should punish him to set an example. My meager skills are just a token of my betrothal."

bride price?!

Using a beating of the original male lead as a betrothal gift?!

Lu Xuan's lips twitched; he was too exhausted to even complain.

Looking at the aloof and proud woman in the arena, who was doing something shocking, his last thought of "surviving" shattered completely.

After saying these words, Yunzhi finally turned her gaze, for the first time in a truly meaningful way, with undisguised inquiry and scrutiny, to Lü Xuan's face.

Eyes facing each other.

Lu Xuan could almost hear his heart pounding heavily.

He knew that from this moment on, everything would be different.

After defeating Xiao Dong with her sword, Yunzhi stood still and her words about "betrothal gifts" silenced the entire audience.

Meanwhile, Ye Qing'er and Lin Yan were on the other side.

Lin Yan gripped the halberd with both hands, frantically pouring all his spiritual power and the fire power in his bloodline into it, and fiercely swung it forward to meet the deadly sword light!

The halberd blade sliced ​​through the air, creating a scorching wave of air and a piercing sound, as if it were about to ignite and cleave the space itself!

The light of swords and the shadow of halberds collided with a deafening roar in mid-air!

Clang—!

The deafening roar of metal clashing against metal echoed through the sky, and a violent energy shockwave spread out from the two of them, stirring up clouds of dust and shattering the jade bricks on the ground!

The light dissipated.

Ye Qing'er stood there, sword in hand, her robes fluttering, her breathing steady, though her grip on the Taiyi Divine Sword tightened slightly.

Lin Yan retreated more than ten steps, each step leaving a deep, charred footprint on the ground. The Heaven-Burning Battle Halberd in his hand hummed and trembled, and a tiny nick appeared on the blade!

His chest heaved violently, his face was flushed, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the tiger's mouth gripping the halberd was cracked and dripping with blood.

Sit down!

Even though Lin Yan used his family's royal weapon and gave it his all, he still suffered a great loss from Ye Qing'er's seemingly casual sword strike!

The difference between Emperor Weapons and Saint Weapons, the suppression of late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators by peak Foundation Establishment cultivators, and Ye Qing'er's extraordinary swordsmanship talent were all vividly displayed!

"Considering the existing relationship between the Lin and Lü families, I will only break your halberd today as a slight punishment."

Ye Qing'er sheathed her sword, the Taiyi Divine Sword transforming into a stream of light and disappearing into her body. She didn't even glance at the injured Lin Yan, turning to face the Lü family's high platform, her posture respectful yet unable to conceal her sharp edge.

"Grandpa Lü, Father, Qing'er was reckless. This person has repeatedly spoken rudely to Brother Lü, and today he even colluded with outsiders to cause trouble. Qing'er simply couldn't stand by and watch. With my meager swordsmanship, I hope to clear away some of the troubles for the Lü family. It is also... a token of Qing'er's goodwill."

Another thoughtful gesture!

Yunzhi's "betrothal gift" was beating up Xiao Dong, while Ye Qing'er's "heartfelt intention" was injuring Lin Yan with a sword!

These two most outstanding young women from the Northern Region actually stood up for the Lü family and Lü Xuan in such an astonishing way at the Lü family's birthday banquet!

The guests were completely numb; the shocks that had unfolded tonight were far beyond their comprehension.

Lu Xuan stood below the stage, looking at Ye Qing'er, who stood with her sword sheathed, her cold demeanor carrying a hint of expectant anticipation. He then glanced at Yun Zhi, who stood not far away, expressionless yet with unfathomable eyes, and then at the heavily injured and disheveled Xiao Dong and the wounded Lin Yan...

He felt like a fool standing in the eye of a storm.

Surrender?

In this situation, let alone surviving, we should be thanking God if we can even see the sun rise tomorrow!

These two women are ruthless and capable of stirring up trouble! This isn't just them arguing over a man; it's a competition to see who can create more and more lasting animosity for him!

Lu Cangqiong sat high in the main seat, watching the "spectacular" scene below the stage. Finally, he couldn't help but stroke his long beard and let out a soft, ambiguous laugh.

"Hehe, good, good... It's a good thing that young people are energetic."

His gaze swept over Yunzhi and Ye Qing'er, then looked at Lü Xuan, who looked utterly hopeless, and a glint of something unfathomable flashed in his eyes.

"Today, my birthday banquet is quite lively. Very well, since you all have such 'kind intentions,' I will accept them."

He waved his hand, his voice suddenly turning deep and carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"We've made enough noise, we've fought enough. Let's all go home!"

"Three years from now, on the battlefield of prodigies, you will have your own stage to settle all your grudges!"

"Now, get out!"

The final "Get out!" was like a thunderclap, carrying the supreme pressure of a Dao Ancestor at the Great Perfection, sweeping across the entire arena.

However, just as the crowd's desires were beginning to dissipate—

"Grandpa, wait a minute."

A calm and authoritative voice rang out.

Lu Yang, the head of the Lu family who had barely spoken before, slowly walked to the front of the high platform.

His face was square and imposing, exuding authority even without anger. At this moment, his eyes were calm, yet he possessed an air of complete control.

"Yang'er, do you have anything else to say?" Lu Cangqiong stroked his long beard, his eyes showing no surprise, as if he had expected this.

Lu Yang bowed solemnly to his grandfather, his voice clear and resounding throughout the room: "Grandpa, you are wise."

"Xiao Dong, a young man, was troubled by love and resorted to kidnapping a bride. Although it was arrogant, it was ultimately just a contest of pride among the younger generation. According to the rules of the Northern Region, they will settle this matter in the future."

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze flashing like lightning as he swept over the five Dao Ancestors—Dan Chen, Yun Shan, Mu Xing, Lei Dong, and Tian Lin—who had not yet completely departed, as well as Ya Fei, Lin Yan, and others.

"However, the sect leaders and pavilion masters of the five great powers—Danzong, Yunlanzong, Xingyunge, Fengyunzong, and Tianyijiange—who are all Dao Ancestors, have come together today to intimidate us and openly disrupt the 3000th birthday celebration of my Lu family ancestor, thus disgracing the prestige that my Lu family has accumulated over generations!"

Lü Yang's voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"This matter cannot be so easily dismissed!!"