The Barbarian God Battle Platform was where geniuses made their name, and also where geniuses were born. Many an impossibility would happen here!

This time, although the Nan Family had suffered a defeat, they had also gained a true genius!

The giant elder nodded in satisfaction. For millions of years, he had seen so many rise to prominence on this battle platform, and he had personally witnessed each and every one.

Ye Wushuang glanced at the elder, clasped his fists in a bow, then walked off the Battle Platform and over to Dii Qingxue and the others.

Dii Qingxue turned to look at him.

"Am I really that good-looking?" Ye Wushuang asked, meeting Dii Qingxue’s gaze as he narcissistically wiped his nose.

Hearing this, Jian Bufan, who had been about to say something, was rendered speechless.

Dii Qingxue glared at Ye Wushuang and turned away with a light huff, as if to answer his question in the negative.

At this, Jian Bufan laughed. Yunn Xiao also shook his head, then glanced at Mo Wentian, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness.

’Originally, I was the one from the Ancient Spirit Sect who was supposed to shine. That glorious radiance should have been mine.’

But...

A Ye Wushuang and a Jian Bufan had completely overshadowed him!

Fury and hatred burned in his heart, but he suppressed it. ’Erupting now would be incredibly stupid!’

Ye Wushuang felt two sharp gazes on him. One came from Mo Wentian, which he had expected.

As for the other, it came from a corner of the crowd on the opposite side.

It was an inconspicuous spot, but a pair of eyes was staring fiercely at him, the hostility within them incredibly intense.

Ye Wushuang recognized this person at a glance.

’Mengg Yiren!’

The corner of Ye Wushuang’s mouth curled up. He knew exactly what that hostility was about.

’Wasn’t it just because I tugged on her clothes a bit?’

’This woman really holds a grudge!’

Ye Wushuang shook his head. Mengg Yiren’s glare made it seem as if he were her mortal enemy, as if she wanted nothing more than to tear him limb from limb. The intensity was overwhelming.

However, Ye Wushuang wasn’t worried. At least he held the cultivation method for the Celestial Fragrance Divine Consort Body. No matter how much Mengg Yiren hated him, she would still have to force a smile in his presence.

Ye Wushuang nodded toward Mengg Yiren.

Hmph!

Across the way, Mengg Yiren let out a cold snort.

Seeing this, the strongest disciple of Yunhuang Hall standing beside her looked at Ye Wushuang, his eyes flashing. "Senior Sister Mengg," he asked, "do you know him?"

"He’s just a pervert, who would know—" In her anger, she seemed to misspeak and quickly corrected herself. "If you run into him, you must not let him get away."

’A pervert?’

A cold light glinted in the strongest disciple’s eyes. ’Mengg Yiren called Ye Wushuang a pervert... That must mean he did something despicable to her!’

As he imagined the unthinkable, a roar of fury built up inside him, almost bursting out. He had a secret crush on Mengg Yiren, and to think that...

"Next match, continue!"

As the giant elder spoke, the top disciple finally retracted his murderous gaze. He snorted coldly to himself, committing Ye Wushuang’s face to memory.

Then, he turned his gaze to the Battle Platform.

An effeminate-looking man stepped onto the Battle Platform, bringing a sinister, cold wind with him.

This was one of the duelists, an expert from the Cyan Race.

His opponent was an unknown man. No one knew what he looked like. He wore a black robe and went by one name: Feng Jue!

Feng Jue glanced at Ye Wushuang. Only after Ye Wushuang nodded did he step onto the Battle Platform.

Ye Wushuang watched intently, his expression tight. Feng Jue was representing Lingxiao Pavilion, and by extension, he was representing Ye Wushuang himself.

"Feng Jue!"

The Cyan Race expert sized up the black-robed man before him and sneered. "Too scared to even show your face? You’re nothing but a coward. It’s a disgrace to fight you. Get off the platform yourself!"

’Coward?’

A crimson light shot from Feng Jue’s blood-red eyes as his hoarse voice rasped, "I am more than enough to deal with you."

"Hahaha!"

At his words, the man from the Cyan Race burst out laughing, his voice thick with mockery. A nobody wanted to take on an expert at the Spiritual Spring Fifth Layer. How utterly conceited.

"Let’s begin. The battle will say it all!"

Feng Jue didn’t argue. His words were no match for all the mouths of the Cyan Race. Only a battle, a silent argument, could prove who should really feel disgraced!

"Since you’re in such a hurry to die, I can grant your wish. But before that, I’m curious—what kind of power are you from, that you don’t even dare show your face?"

the Cyan Race disciple asked with a mocking smile.

Meanwhile, below the Battle Platform, many others were also curious. These black-robed men had appeared at the Ninth Pass, and when it came to fighting with desperate ferocity, no one could match them.

Their tenacity and ruthlessness were still fresh in everyone’s memory.

They, too, wanted to know what power these people hailed from.

"You want to know?"

Feng Jue raised his head. His blood-red eyes made the Cyan Race expert’s gaze freeze and his heart tremble. ’Those eyes... they’re terrifying!’

"I’ll give you a chance to speak," the Cyan Race expert said, steeling himself. His condescending tone, as if he were granting Feng Jue a great favor, revealed his immense arrogance.

"Remember this. I am from Lingxiao Pavilion!"

"Lingxiao Pavilion? Never heard of it!"

The Cyan Race expert scoffed and turned to his companions. "Have you guys heard of it?"

"Never! Hahaha!"

The members of the Cyan Race erupted in laughter. Lingxiao Pavilion? It must be some insignificant, backwater power!

The leaders of countless other factions also shook their heads and smiled in disdain. Lingxiao Pavilion? What kind of power was that? They’d never heard of it.

Seeing the crowd’s derision, Ye Wushuang’s brows furrowed deeply.

’These people are mocking the power I built.’

’But one day, they will all be groveling beneath Lingxiao Pavilion. And that day is not far off!’

"Lingxiao high as the Nine Heavens, Wushuang unmatched in this world! We are also from Lingxiao Pavilion!"

Below the Battle Platform, facing the crowd’s disdainful smiles, a group of men in black looked up toward the stage and shouted in a resonant voice.

Lingxiao high as the Nine Heavens, Wushuang unmatched in this world!

Their voices were sonorous and powerful, filled with immense pride!

Before, they were Loose Cultivators with no sect or backing, respected by no one, let alone qualified to even participate on the Battle Platform.

But ever since joining Lingxiao Pavilion, they had been given the same treatment as any Sect disciple—and in many cases, even better.

From that day forward, their path of cultivation was graced with something called honor!

This honor began the moment they stepped into the Ninth Pass. Relying on their newly founded, humble Lingxiao Pavilion, they had fought their way through every obstacle, surpassing countless factions in attendance.

They had conquered the Ninth Pass, charged through the Barbarian God Battle Path, and finally, they were standing where countless factions could only dream of being—the Barbarian God Battle Platform.

These people were laughing at them? What right did they have?

They had failed where Lingxiao Pavilion had succeeded. So who was really the one to be laughed at?

"Interesting. I think I’m starting to like these guys." Jian Bufan’s eyes narrowed, and his hand tightened its grip on his Flying Snow Sword.

Others might not know about Lingxiao Pavilion, but he certainly did.

As he spoke, Jian Bufan turned to look at Ye Wushuang. He saw that Ye Wushuang’s eyes were cold, yet immensely proud.

’Who doesn’t yearn for this kind of passion?’

This group before him, the members of Lingxiao Pavilion, filled him with that very passion.

"Let’s fight. Lingxiao Pavilion... you will know it soon enough!"

On the Battle Platform, Feng Jue’s hoarse voice rang out once more.