Such a slender and delicate figure would be quite beautiful on a woman, but it's a man... I'm afraid a gentle pinch from a large hand would break his back!

The group burst into laughter, their malicious gazes sweeping over Jun Liuyue.

At the host's command, one-third of the cultivators present attacked Liu Yue simultaneously!

"These people have gone too far!" Hua Yun'er exclaimed as she stood up abruptly upon seeing this.

At this moment, Hua Yun'er had already sat down next to the Hua family head. If you looked closely, you would notice that the Hua family head's expression was not good.

His eyes were gleaming with a bluish light; he was just putting on a brave face.

Half a month ago, the Hua family head's clone was destroyed, and the Hua family head's main body was seriously injured. Although he rested for half a month, he was unable to recover due to the great loss of his vital energy! He could only take some pills to barely hold on.

After all, if he, as the head of the Hua family, did not participate in the competition organized by these three clans, it would likely arouse suspicion from the outside world.

"Yun'er," the Hua family head said in a deep voice.

Hua Yun'er pouted: "Father, isn't it excessive for all these people to gang up on one person?"

"Throughout history, the victor is king and the loser is villain. If he dies, it is his fate!"

The head of the Hua family looked at his youngest daughter and asked, "You don't mean to have feelings for this Jun Qing, do you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the head of the Hua family continued, "This person is too weak and is not worthy of you."

"How do you know he's weak?" Hua Yun'er said indignantly. "I think he's no worse than the husband my father chose for me!"

"Oh?" The head of the Hua family raised an eyebrow slightly, rarely seeing his daughter so interested in a man.

"How about we make a bet?" Hua Yun'er said with a smile. "If Jun Qing wins, Father will stop pressuring me to get married, okay?"

"Hahaha." The head of the Hua family laughed heartily, his eyes full of doting affection: "Why not?"

If this person wins, and since he comes from a lower-level continent, perhaps we can recruit him into the Hua family.

At this moment, the situation in the training ground changed, with half of the cultivators launching an attack on Jun Liuyue.

Taking it as their target, the moon-white figure quickly turned around in the crowd, grabbed a cultivator, and blocked his way.

The next second, a bloody hole was ripped out of the cultivator's chest!

The competition in the Azure Dragon Realm is completely different from that in the Azure Continent. In this round, leaving thirty people means... only thirty people will survive!

One hundred and fifty cultivators participated, and in the end, thirty remained!

The remaining 120 were doomed! In a short time, only 100 of the 150 people remained! The 50 corpses vanished without a trace the moment they breathed their last.

Jun Liuyue released the corpse from her hands, and the next second, the corpse disappeared without a trace. She leaped up and stepped on the shoulder of a large man. A flash of blood appeared, and a thin line of blood appeared on the neck of the large man beneath her feet.

Bang! He crashed to the ground—

At first, these cultivators didn't take Jun Liuyue seriously, but after seeing Liuyue kill several people with a swift stroke, they focused all their attention on dealing with Jun Liuyue.

How could this little bean sprout possess such explosive power! Moreover—his speed was extremely fast! Before anyone could react, that moon-white figure rose into the air like a ghost.

"W-what happened?"

"Why can't I move?!"

The monk stared in horror at his hands; his arms were tightly bound.

Unable to move, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that a thin thread had somehow bound them. Logically speaking, such a thin thread should not be able to trap a Xuan-level cultivator.

However, even when they used their profound energy, they could not shake off the threads, and the end of the threads was in Jun Liuyue's hand.

"What are you going to do?"

Realizing the silk thread in Jun Liuyue's hand, the cultivator's expression changed slightly. The remaining cultivators turned around at the commotion, and the next moment—the silk thread wrapped around them suddenly tightened.

Blood spurted out, a bloody mess!

A cold wind blew by, and the stench of blood filled the entire square.

The ground was stained with blood, and everyone in the seats suddenly stood up. Even the family elders stood up one after another, looking at this scene in disbelief.

The cultivators who had just attacked Jun Liuyue were suddenly severed by something! Yes, they were cut off cleanly, leaving them covered in blood!

Jun Liuyue turned around, and the silk thread in her hand had disappeared.

There were exactly twenty-nine people left.

Add her, and there are thirty of them.

They looked at each other in dismay, as if they were being watched by the Grim Reaper. The remaining twenty-nine men's knees went weak, and some of the less mentally strong cultivators even smelled urine coming from their groins.

Dozens of cultivators died before his eyes, their bodies severed and their heads separated—

In the blink of an eye, the corpses vanished. If you ignored the phantoms on the ground, it would seem as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

The survivors, feeling as if they had escaped a disaster, were all thankful that they hadn't chosen to bully this 'little bean sprout'.

This damned thing isn't some little bean sprout, it's clearly a demon from hell!

Every step they take is a means to take your life.

"it's over."

The deep voice brought the host back to his senses.

Because of the close proximity, a few drops of blood splattered on the host's face. After regaining his senses, the host stiffly raised his hand, and the blood was warm.

"First round, end!"

The entire audience was stunned!

Immediately, a continuous stream of sighs and exclamations erupted.

"What is Jun Qing's background? How could he be so bloodthirsty!"

One person sighed, "He looks so thin and small, but he's ruthless! Cold-blooded and merciless! ... He's practically a god of death."

"Yes, I thought he was going to be killed by those people, after all, he looked so thin and small..." It was too deceptive.

Another person chimed in, "When did our Azure Dragon Realm produce such a figure? How come we've never heard of him before?"

A young man interjected, "I was right behind him when he was registering his name. I think his name is Jun Qing, and he's from a lower continent! His name is something like Canglan."

hiss!

Inferior continent? Upon hearing this, everyone in the audience gasped.

I couldn't help but exclaim, "From a lower continent? They actually possess such strength!?"

Those cultivators who can ascend from lower continents are all the best of the best, but even the top cultivators from lower continents are only fit to carry shoes in the Azure Dragon Realm!

After all, any cultivator in the Azure Dragon Realm is at the Profound Spirit Realm!

But this Jun Qing—shattered their preconceived notions; cold-blooded, ruthless, and decisive in killing—

"He won!" No one was happier than Hua Yun'er. "Father, I won the bet."

No wonder he was the man she fell for at first sight—

However, the Hua family head's expression was not good, even somewhat unpleasant. Just now, Jun Qingyi's profile when she turned around brought back some unpleasant memories to the Hua family head's mind.