The sound of the Ice Soul Sword snapping shut the entire arena.

Han Ke's eyes were filled with disbelief.

While she was still in shock, Yin Tiantian did not stop.

The Crimson Sky Sword, gleaming with a cold light, revealing its sharpness, and carrying the majestic aura of a sword, had already landed on Han Ke's neck.

Yin Tiantian's calm voice rang out, "Hey, you should admit defeat."

She was once bitten by a snake and was afraid of ropes for ten years. After learning her lesson from Zeng Yunpeng, she would not let her guard down until the other party admitted defeat.

Han Ke's pretty face flushed red, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

Her eyes were filled with resentment, but she still spoke in a low voice, "I lost."

When the dust settled, everyone realized how unexpected the outcome was.

Yin Tiantian of the Heavenly Sword Sect, whom they didn't think highly of, actually defeated Han Ke of the Cold Spirit Sect.

"My goodness, what a fantastic competition! The result is truly unbelievable."

"It seems the Heavenly Sword Sect is full of hidden talents."

"I think anyone associated with Qin Feng is no ordinary person."

Yin Tiantian sheathed her sword and said calmly, "If you're not capable, don't be so arrogant."

Without waiting for Han Ke's reply, she walked straight towards the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Han Ke, still in a daze, was enraged by Yin Tiantian's sarcastic words.

The more glorious their debut, the more pathetic they are now.

Moreover, while everyone was praising Yin Tiantian, they naturally started talking about Han Ke.

The pointing and whispering, the strange looks—all of these made Han Ke feel like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat, extremely uncomfortable.

Her beloved sword was broken, and she had lost all face. The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she became, and she couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood from her chest.

Han Qinghui frowned upon seeing this; he hadn't expected the first step of his plan to go awry.

His voice was cold as he said, "Han Ke! A temporary loss or victory means nothing. Shame should inspire courage. Come back."

Han Ke lowered her head, hugged the broken Ice Soul Sword, and returned to Han Qinghui's side, but she looked like a wilted eggplant.

It's clear that she was quite hurt by Yin Tiantian's words.

On the other side, Yin Tiantian was completely different from Han Ke. She was greeted by a thunderous cheer from the Tianjian Sect.

Yin Tiantian accepted it readily and even winked playfully at Qin Feng.

He transmitted his voice, "Junior brother, aren't I amazing? Praise me!"

Qin Feng shook his head helplessly and gave her a thumbs up.

Ao Ling provided far more emotional value than Qin Feng; she cheered excitedly as soon as Yin Tiantian returned.

"Sister Yin is amazing. Here, take this spirit wine and these wings."

Yin Tiantian was naturally happy and patted her little head, "Ling'er is still the best."

Even the old Taoist Qingchen hadn't expected Yin Tiantian to actually win. Seeing Qin Feng's calm expression, he asked curiously:

"Kid, you're not surprised at all? You have that much confidence in her?"

Xiao Xiong and the others, who had previously ignored Yin Tian, ​​were now looking at Qin Feng with curiosity.

Qin Feng said calmly, "The people from the Cold Spirit Sect are indeed very strong, but they are not invincible. They won, so what's so strange about that?"

The old Taoist priest Qingchen opened and closed his mouth several times, but in the end he didn't say anything.

...

Seeing that things had taken an unexpected turn and were not going in the direction he had expected, Han Qinghui decided to start the next round of battle to win back his face.

He coughed lightly, drawing everyone's attention.

Before he could speak, the loud voice of the disciple from the Heavenly Sword Sect in charge of receiving them rang out.

"We've arrived at Jubaoge."

Everyone in the hall was taken aback. Who would come at this hour?

It's still the famous Jubaoge.

As the announcement ended, a cheerful voice rang out.

"Haha, Han Qinghui, you've finally met your match! Your prized student actually lost, and to a nobody from a small, unknown sect at that. It's hilarious!"

The crowd looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man who looked to be about thirty or forty years old, with two young disciples behind him.

A middle-aged man dressed in brocade robes, with a folding fan tucked into his waistband, floated down from the air with his hands behind his back.

The two disciples were dressed in Taoist robes, with their hair tied up in buns, and holding whisks in their hands.

Qin Feng sized up the people who came down. The middle-aged man in the lead was at the peak of the Emperor Realm, and the two disciples behind him were at the late stage of the King Realm and the peak of the King Realm, respectively.

Qin Feng just couldn't tell from their attire that they were from the Treasure Pavilion.

"Are they from Jubao Pavilion?"

Xiao Xiong's expression turned serious, and he shook his head, saying:

"No, they are from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion. The leader is Tian Heng, the young master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion. I don't know why he came here too."

Qin Feng understood; it seemed that Tian Heng, relying on his status, didn't bother to reveal his identity and simply barged in.

This made Qin Feng very dislike Tian Heng, and his evaluation of Tianji Pavilion also dropped a few points.

Su Yun sighed, "The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion and the Treasure Pavilion have also come. They probably have the same purpose as the Cold Spirit Sect: to probe our strength."

Yan Wansheng snorted coldly, "They're really cautious."

...

Han Qinghui of the Hanling Sect frowned upon hearing Tian Heng's mockery. "Tian Heng, why are you here too?"

Tianheng from Tianji Pavilion waved his hand and said, "You do your thing. I just came out for some fresh air. I heard that a remarkable person has emerged in the south, so I came to see for myself."

Then he walked directly to Han Qinghui's side, and the person who was originally sitting there stood up and offered him his seat.

Everyone was helpless at the sight; the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion was too powerful, and they couldn't afford to offend it.

Qin Feng couldn't help but send a telepathic message to the old Daoist Qingchen and ask:

"I heard you mention the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion before. Isn't it highly respected? How come this person is quite different from what you said?"

The old Taoist priest Qingchen responded.

"That was true at first, but it did change a bit later."

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