klisemfg Chapter 1762
Chapter 1762
After deducing these details, Chen Xuan immediately sent a telepathic message to Yu'er and the other three women, whose faces were already turning ashen with anger.
Upon receiving the order, Yu'er, Xin'er, Lin Yuyao, and Piaoxue suddenly invigorated, instantly transforming into four dazzling streams of light that rushed straight towards the void arena exuding a sacred aura in the sky.
This happened too suddenly—the six holy cities had not yet finalized the rules of the competition, yet the four disciples from Qilin City had already stepped onto the arena.
The spirit of the arena was a stone figure wielding a sword. It was of ordinary appearance and did not even have a trace of ancient immortal runes on its body. Only when it sensed the entry of a living being did it slowly open its dark eyes and say in a deep voice, "The final battle is about to begin!"
"What are the rules?" Lin Yuyao flicked her wrist, and two Sacred Scale Swords appeared instantly, their blades reflecting a chilling light in the air. Her eyes swept across the surroundings with killing intent, her voice resolute as ice: "We will defend the arena!"
"Nonsense!"
"That's just acting impulsively!"
"Ignorant! Utterly ignorant!"
Upon seeing this, Jiang Bieli, the First Elder, the Second Elder, and the other leaders of Qilin City turned pale and roared in anger, their voices filled with frustration and disappointment.
Hearing the familiar reprimand from below the stage, Lin Yuqiong coldly turned her head and glanced at her father, master, and elders, a meaningful, indifferent smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
But when this smile fell on the eyes of the Grand Elder and the others, their hearts sank – how could those eyes be so resolute and cold?
Where is the little girl who used to greet them obediently with a smile?
The sudden turn of events at the Void Arena caught everyone off guard.
But soon, the five lords of the Holy Cities—Qifeng, Cui Yang, and the Undying—burst into laughter, their gazes turning towards Jiang Bieli with increasing contempt.
"Jiang Bieli, you really did get the position of city lord by sponging off your wife! You had no authority when your wife was in power, and now she's been driven to her death by you, and even your daughter doesn't like you anymore!"
"Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!" Wang Zheng put a hand on his son Wang Teng's shoulder, his gaze fixed on Lin Yuyao, and smiled maliciously. "This little girl has some backbone. This daughter-in-law is definitely going to be part of the Wang family of Holy City!"
This public exposure of the wound caused the disciples of Qilin City to turn their heads and look at the city lord with a gloomy face—clearly, many disciples were learning this secret for the first time.
No matter how unworthy Jiang Bieli may be, he is still her father, with whom she shares blood ties.
Seeing their father being humiliated like this, both Lin Yuqiong in the audience and Lin Yuyao on stage felt a pang of pain in their hearts.
Once upon a time, their father was a towering hero in their eyes, but as they grew older and experienced this event again... a wave of sorrow washed over them.
"ah --!"
Lin Yuyao could no longer contain herself. She drew her sword and pointed it directly at the lords of the five holy cities, her voice sharp and resolute: "Stop making such a racket! If you want to die, send your men in immediately!"
Yu'er, Xin'er, and Piaoxue were already slightly stronger than Lin Yuyao, but because all parties were targeting Qilin City, they, as external supporters, could not take the lead and thus remained hidden in the background.
Seeing Lin Yuyao forced into such a predicament, the three women immediately stepped forward, each holding a celestial-grade magic weapon. Their eyes were as cold as frost as they fearlessly surveyed the entire scene.
"You're all so noisy." Qing Tian Yu'er, the strongest of the sisters, pointed her divine sword directly at the Wang family father and son who had been shouting the loudest, her tone icy, "Send your son down here to die at once!"
Piaoxue, usually so composed, turned icy cold upon seeing her sister humiliated: "Today, all sides have gathered. If anyone dares to accept the challenge, please step down and fight!"
"With such a face, you've already met your doom!" Compared to Piaoxue's restraint, Xin'er was more direct, her brows furrowed and her eyes sweeping across the room, her rebuke resounding.
"You lowly servant! How dare you speak so arrogantly!"
"You dare to be so arrogant here, just three maids? I'm willing to be the first to fight and sweep you all away!"
When Wang Teng, the successor of Yaochen Holy City, saw that these women dared to humiliate him and his father in public, he could not contain his anger and was about to lead his team off the field, but his father held his shoulder down.
A glint flashed between Wang Zheng's brows. His gaze lingered on Yu'er and the other women on the void arena for a moment before he whispered to his son, "No rush. Let the other holy cities test the waters first."
“Father, they are just a few maids, nothing to worry about.” Wang Teng was puzzled, but when he met his father’s displeased gaze, he shut his mouth in a huff.
Just then, Xuanpo, the successor of the Seven Peaks Holy City, had gathered four experts from the Holy City. The five of them transformed into five streams of light and rushed straight into the void arena.
Upon seeing this, the stone figure, the spirit of the arena, instantly shone with brilliant light.
Immediately afterwards, a faint milky-white halo slowly appeared around the void arena—the halo, though as thin as a cicada's wing, exuded an unshakeable pressure, said to be able to easily withstand the attacks of Immortal Kings, and was the work of the Immortal Ancient Eternal Supreme.
After entering the arena, the stone figure's deep voice once again resounded throughout the area: "The winner will be decided by the death or surrender of one side."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanpo and his four fellow disciples suppressed their smiles and sharply scrutinized Lin Yuyao and her three companions opposite them.
In his view, among the four women, only Lin Yuyao posed a slight threat; the other three were as insignificant as ants.
Xuanpo let out a cold laugh, and his aura suddenly surged. With a whoosh, four pale gray immortal energies roared out and circled around him, like tamed pets.
This scene immediately caused the other disciples of the Holy City to gasp in astonishment:
"He actually cultivated four strands of immortal energy!"
"Xuanpo truly lives up to his reputation as the number one successor of the Seven Peaks Holy City!"
At the same time, the four fellow disciples beside Xuanpo also quickly displayed their power, with streams of immortal energy surging out from their bodies—two people with three streams, two people with two streams, and pale gray light intertwined in the void, instantly causing the aura of the entire arena to surge.
The powerful aura of immortal energy swept out, causing all the disciples of Qilin City to turn pale and feel a sense of apprehension.
Chen Xuan's second primordial spirit remained standing quietly beside Lin Yuqiong, easily discerning the strength of the five people below, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
His powerful divine sense spread like invisible ripples, and then an instruction echoed in the minds of Lin Yuyao and the other three women: "These five people are of average strength. Suppress 40% of your cultivation and just barely manage to fight them. Remember, make sure to make it look as difficult as possible."
Although Lin Yuyao and the others did not know Chen Xuan's intentions, they silently agreed out of complete trust.
With all parties ready, the battle broke out instantly.
Lin Yuyao was immediately enveloped in both black and white transcendent immortal energy, while Yu'er, Xin'er, and Piaoxue did not reveal their own immortal energy, but instead took out their respective immortal-grade divine weapons and magic treasures and became alert.
At this moment, Lin Yuyao's cultivation was still at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, while Yu'er, Xin'er, and Piaoxue were at the mid-to-late stage of the Void Reversal Realm—with such a difference in strength, forming a battle formation was as difficult as ascending to heaven. They simply abandoned their alliance, each choosing an opponent and instantly charging forward.
Although they lacked the support of immortal energy, Yu'er, Xin'er, and Piaoxue had already reached a state of perfection in their control over the Great Dao.
Not to mention that over the past few decades, they have frequently sparred and fought in the Immortal Abode World, and in terms of combat experience, they are already seasoned and battle-hardened gods and demons.
Although the five people from Seven Peaks Holy City each cultivated two, three, or even four strands of contemporary immortal energy, the three women keenly sensed as soon as they engaged in combat that these people, despite their high cultivation levels and immortal energy, were nothing more than ants of no consequence in terms of actual combat strength at the same level.