The crowd below the Battle Platform cursed inwardly. ’Using hidden weapons and sneak attacks, yet acting so high-and-mighty... The Cyan Race is truly shameless!’

However, just as Qing Xun had said, there were no rules against scheming or sneak attacks in this decisive battle!

That Cyan Race expert hadn’t broken any rules, so a sneak attack was fair game. And if it succeeded, Feng Jue would lose—he might even lose his life.

At this moment, the crowd was already mourning for Feng Jue.

SWOOSH!

A cyan longsword, emanating a deadly and chilling Sword Light, stabbed toward Feng Jue’s chest.

This strike was fatal!

It was powerful enough to pierce Feng Jue’s chest and shred his heart.

But.

The instant that sharp glint was about to connect, Feng Jue’s body reacted as if stimulated. Countless saber silhouettes erupted from him, weaving across the surface of his skin.

Instantly, the Cyan Race expert stopped in his tracks, the Treasure Sword in his hand faltering.

He couldn’t get close, so he couldn’t land the killing blow.

"You rat! Fighting you is a disgrace!" Feng Jue was enraged. ’This man humiliated me earlier, but now he’s the one acting like a rat. Who should really be ashamed of this fight?’

Slash!

With a furious roar, the Silver Battle Saber shot out from the flurry of silhouettes, slashing down at the Cyan Race expert like a bolt of lightning, impossibly fast.

The frenzied Saber Intent was even more powerful, more vast, flooding the Battle Platform with endless, domineering, and brutal killing intent.

Seeing this, the Cyan Race expert’s expression changed drastically. He opened his mouth to shout, "I conce—"

’Die!’

The Silver Battle Saber slashed down from the void. RIIIP! It tore the Cyan Race expert in half. No scream was heard; he couldn’t even get the word "surrender" out of his mouth.

"Bastard! He was already surrendering, and you still killed him! You’re courting death!"

Below the Battle Platform, Qing Xun roared. The powerful aura of a Spiritual Spring Sixth Layer expert erupted from him, sweeping onto the stage to crush Feng Jue.

"Hmph!"

At the same time, a cold snort echoed in Qing Xun’s mind, making him tremble. His powerful aura dissipated like a receding tide.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Qing Xun’s mouth. His eyes filled with terror as he hurriedly looked up at the old man in the sky. The elder’s gaze was sharp and intimidating, like two piercing swords, making his heart tremble violently.

He immediately clasped his fist in a salute. "Senior, he was already surrendering, yet Feng Jue still attacked! He has violated the rules of the competition."

"Surrender?" Feng Jue asked hoarsely, questioning Qing Xun. "Did you hear him say the two words ’I concede’?"

Qing Xun opened his mouth, but no words came out. The man had only managed to say "I conc...". Concede what? He hadn’t finished.

"Damn bastard!"

Qing Xun’s fists clenched so tightly they crackled, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Below the Battle Platform, the leader of the Cyan Race’s expression was grim. ’A genius, defeated and left forever on the Battle Platform. A true loss for the Cyan Race.’

’Lingxiao Pavilion,’ he thought, ’I will remember this!’

At this moment, just as Feng Jue had predicted, they would remember Lingxiao Pavilion. And indeed, they would.

On the Battle Platform, Feng Jue turned to look down at Ye Wushuang. His blood-red eyes roiled with intense emotion. The honor of Lingxiao Pavilion had bloomed.

At the cost of a Cyan Race expert’s life!

"Yes!"

Below the Battle Platform, the masked Xiang Tianxiao, Su Mu, and the others laughed in excitement. ’So what if they’re the Cyan Race? So what if they’re a Major Influence?’

Ye Wushuang nodded as well. ’Everyone starts small,’ he thought. ’Lingxiao Pavilion is no different!’

In that moment, Lingxiao Pavilion experienced its first bloom of glory!

Ye Wushuang could see that the gazes of the crowd had changed!

"Feng Jue, I challenge you! You want to prove Lingxiao Pavilion’s worth, don’t you? Do you dare to accept?"

’The Cyan Race has been disgraced,’ Qing Xun thought. ’Today, I will reclaim our honor, and I will do it with Feng Jue’s blood!’

Qing Xun’s voice was thunderous, and everyone heard it.

"Qing Xun’s making his move! He’s at the Spiritual Spring Sixth Layer, the number one genius of the Cyan Race. Feng Jue is finished this time."

"His little show is over now that he’s offended the Cyan Race!"

Many people in the crowd murmured amongst themselves.

On the Battle Platform, the so-called One King, Two Hegemons, Three Beauties, and Four Prodigies all turned to look, not having expected Qing Xun to act so quickly.

’It seems the Cyan Race is enraged. They won’t stop until Feng Jue surrenders!’

All eyes were on the Battle Platform, fixed on Feng Jue.

Feng Jue glanced at Ye Wushuang, and of course, Ye Wushuang understood the meaning in his eyes. Feng Jue wanted to defend the glory that had just begun to bloom!

"Feng Jue, do you dare accept my challenge?"

Qing Xun took a step forward and boomed.

Feng Jue pulled his gaze away and stared coldly at Qing Xun. "Challenge me? You aren’t qualified. You ranked far below me in the assessment. I’m the only one with the right to challenge you."

Hearing this, the crowd’s expressions grew strange, and some even cracked a smile. ’Feng Jue’s assessment rank is higher than Qing Xun’s, so Qing Xun isn’t qualified to challenge him? How ironic!’

"You..." Qing Xun’s mouth twitched, his expression growing even more sinister. ’The number one genius of the Cyan Race can’t even compare to a nobody like Feng Jue?’

BOOM!

Humiliated time and again, Qing Xun’s embarrassment turned to fury. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he leaped onto the Battle Platform.

"I will make you pay a terrible price!"

The moment he landed on the Battle Platform, Qing Xun attacked impatiently. The power of the Spiritual Spring Sixth Layer was immense, a full two layers higher than Feng Jue’s Spiritual Spring Fourth Layer. The gap was huge.

But having chosen this fight, Feng Jue also met the attack with his full strength, his Silver Battle Saber slashing forward.

BOOM!

With a cold glare from Qing Xun, a giant serpent dozens of meters long materialized in the air. It shot toward Feng Jue like a colossal bolt of cyan lightning, jaws snapping.

The Silver Battle Saber also grew to over ten meters long and slashed down. BANG! The two attacks collided, and Feng Jue was sent flying backward.

PFFT!

Feng Jue landed hard at the edge of the Battle Platform, his Silver Battle Saber gouging a deep trench in the ground to keep him upright as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ye Wushuang’s fists were clenched tight.

Beside him, Dii Qingxue could clearly feel Ye Wushuang’s tension and solemnity, as if he himself were the one fighting on the Battle Platform.

"Again!"

Feng Jue roared, raising his Silver Battle Saber and slashing out once more.

His footwork was wild yet methodical, unleashing massive arcs of saber light that enveloped Qing Xun!

Qing Xun sneered. Flashing like cyan light, a Nine-Headed Serpent emerged from his back, its heads continuously smashing forward.

BANG!

BANG!

Countless beams of saber light shattered. Terrifying energy slammed into Feng Jue’s body again and again. Muffled grunts escaped his lips, but he swallowed down the blood that rose in his throat.

Still, Feng Jue pressed forward, attacking without a trace of fear. ’This battle is for Ye Wushuang! It’s for Lingxiao Pavilion! So what if I have to risk my life!’

’He’s overestimating his own strength!’

Qing Xun sneered as the Nine-Headed Serpent lunged at Feng Jue, its heads striking from all directions.

BOOM!

Caught in the pincer attack, Feng Jue was sent flying once more, blood arcing through the air.

CRASH!

Feng Jue’s body crashed onto the Battle Platform, his face stained with blood that wouldn’t stop flowing.

"Sigh..."

Seeing this, the crowd shook their heads and sighed. ’The difference in their Realms is just too vast. Feng Jue never should have accepted this challenge!’

"How does that feel? Did you really think you were hot stuff just because you have a bit of power? In my eyes, Lingxiao Pavilion and you, Feng Jue, are nothing."

Qing Xun hovered in mid-air, the Nine-Headed Serpent writhing behind him as he stared down at Feng Jue with contempt.

"It’s not over yet!"

Feng Jue struggled to his feet again, wiping the blood from his mouth. An even more powerful Saber Intent surged toward the heavens. ’Until the battle is over, nothing is certain!’

"Since you’re so tough, I’ll just have to break you, piece by piece, before I finally erase you."

Qing Xun was in no hurry to kill Feng Jue. ’I’ll torture him,’ he thought, ’until he doesn’t even have the strength to surrender. Only that will be enough to wash away this humiliation.’

BOOM!

As if sensing Qing Xun’s intentions, Jian Bufan’s eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward.

"Don’t. This is a matter for Lingxiao Pavilion!"

But Ye Wushuang stopped him. ’Feng Jue is defending the honor of Lingxiao Pavilion. This is our business!’