There was nowhere left for them to stand outside the arena.

Gao Shijie pulled Pei Zhi to the side of Gao Feng's main seat, and the two found a corner.

Gao Shijie made two cushions, and the two of them sat on the ground, squeezing together.

Gao Shijie pulled out a handful of melon seeds from somewhere and handed them to Pei Zhi.

"Eat up, or you won't be able to eat later."

Pei Zhi took it, not understanding, "What does that mean? Why can't we get any?"

Gao Shijie truthfully replied, "Once they start fighting, and the Demon Lord defeats your senior brother in one move, what's the point of eating these melon seeds?"

Pei Zhi choked up. Although what Gao Shijie said was true, why did it sound so harsh to her?

Pei Zhi shoved Gao Shijie hard with her elbow. "Can't even food shut you up? My senior brother took good care of you during our previous training, didn't he?"

Gao Shijie also felt wronged, "Then what if I said that Qi Yan could defeat Sikong Ren?"

Do you believe me when I say this?

Pei Zhi snorted and pushed Gao Shijie aside.

Pei Tianming spoke, outlining the content of the competition: no talismans, no secret treasures, no elixirs, and so on.

All of this is nonsense. In a competition held at the same level, what's the point of saying these things?

The sect leaders of several sects also took their seats, not only to watch the excitement but also to wait for Pei Tianming to announce the marriage after the competition.

Qi Yan took his sword and went up on stage, bowing to Sikong Ren, "Please enlighten me."

Sikong Ren held the sword in one hand and looked Qi Yan up and down with a critical eye.

"Then I shall give you a proper lesson."

Contrary to Gao Shijie's expectations, Qi Yan was not defeated in one move.

Because Sikong Ren had no intention of fighting Qi Yan at all, Qi Yan attacked while Sikong Ren defended lightly.

To put it simply, Qi Yan used all his strength but couldn't even touch the hem of Sikong Ren's robe.

Although everyone knew this would be the outcome before the competition even began.

But when you actually see it, it evokes a completely different feeling.

The entire sect was deceiving themselves, believing that Qi Yan might still be able to exchange a move or two with Sikong Ren.

Instead of letting Sikong Ren lead them by the nose.

Gao Shijie couldn't even finish his melon seeds. "This demon lord has gone too far. How can he play tricks on people like this?"

On the surface, Sikong Ren was yielding to Qi Yan, but for Qi Yan, it was a disgrace.

Qi Yan, carrying his sword, chased after Sikong Ren, who walked him like he was walking a dog…

Sikong Ren realized that it was about time, turned around, and with a gentle wave, Qi Yan immediately flew out.

Finally, Qi Yan used his sword to stab the edge of the arena, which prevented him from falling off.

Gao Shijie looked at the cracks that had appeared around the arena and exclaimed in surprise, "My goodness, Sikong Ren is too strong!"

The barriers surrounding the arena are designed to prevent the competitors from injuring onlookers.

As a result, Sikong Ren simply waved his hand lightly, and the barrier cracked.

On the stage, Qi Yan knelt on one knee, sword in hand, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Sikong Ren stood in front of Qi Yan, sword in hand, raising an eyebrow and saying mockingly, "Still not admitting defeat?"

The match only ends when one side falls off the ring or voluntarily concedes defeat.

Qi Yan was thrown off the stage by his force, so he shouldn't be injured so badly.

After all, he was Pei Zhi's senior brother, so Sikong Ren was considerate, afraid that if he was injured too badly, Pei Zhi would make a fuss with him.

As it turned out, Pei Zhi, this senior brother, didn't appreciate it at all.

Qi Yan wiped the blood with the back of his hand, stood up, and said, "I didn't fall off the stage, so how can I be considered to have lost?"

Pei Tianming couldn't sit still after seeing this.

Pei Tianming quickly said, "That's enough, today's competition ends here."

Qi Yan is already seriously injured; continuing the fight will only worsen his condition.

Qi Yan replied, "Sect Leader, this disciple has not yet admitted defeat."

Gao Shijie looked Pei Zhi up and down with a questioning gaze, making Pei Zhi feel somewhat uncomfortable.

What kind of look is that?

Gao Shijie honestly said, "I'm looking to see what charm you have that would make Senior Brother Qi want to die."

Pei Zhi rolled her eyes and ignored him.

"Hey, aren't you going to stop him? Senior Brother Qi is clearly no match for him. If this continues, someone could really die."

Pei Zhi sat there leisurely, "My father tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen."

Gao Shijie was speechless. He wanted to ask, could the sect leader's words carry the same weight as those of Pei Zhi, the female protagonist?

Gao Shijie stared at Pei Zhi, while his senior brother Qi on the stage was fighting desperately for her.

Pei Zhi, however, showed no sign of anxiety whatsoever, as if... she didn't care at all.

Pei Zhi truly didn't care whether Qi Yan lived or died.

She didn't provoke Qi Yan; Qi Yan himself delivered himself to challenge Sikong Ren.

Pei Zhi even complained that Qi Yan was being nosy and causing her trouble.

Knowing he couldn't win, Qi Yan still courted death, a behavior Pei Zhi didn't appreciate.

Moreover, Qi Yan's life or death does not affect the mission of this world, so she has no need to stop him.

Is she going to jump onto the stage like a tragic heroine in a melodrama, yelling, "Stop fighting! All of you, stop!"

Moreover, Zhong Changyuan and Pei Tianming would not stand idly by and watch the most promising disciple of Tianyuan Sect be killed or crippled by Sikong Ren.

Why is she worrying? She can just watch the show.

Qi Yan, having already stood up, was met with a cold laugh from Sikong Ren, who now showed no mercy.

A sharp sword light came straight at Qi Yan's face, but Pei Tianming's hand was already outstretched and there was no time to react.

Sikong Ren's attack was blocked by a sword.

Divine Sword.

Zhong Changyuan's natal sword.

Sikong Ren took two steps back. "Zhong Changyuan, you and your disciple, come at me together?"

Qi Yan was grazed by the sword energy, and some blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

It was only because Zhong Changyuan blocked the attack for Qi Yan that Qi Yan was able to survive; otherwise, Qi Yan would have been killed without a doubt if Sikong Ren had used that move.

Zhong Changyuan appeared on stage and waved his hand to sheathe his sword.

Zhong Changyuan said calmly, "He admits defeat."

Sikong Ren sneered, "This kid does have some talent, it's just a pity that he's wasting his talent by becoming your disciple."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yan immediately wanted to retort, but Zhong Changyuan gently pressed down on Qi Yan's shoulder.

"Where are the Demon Lord's disciples? Shall we have them come and have a match?"

“I…” Sikong Ren was at a loss for words. Unlike Zhong Changyuan, Sikong Ren did not have the leisure to take on disciples.

Zhong Changyuan was too lazy to waste words with Sikong Ren, so he helped Qi Yan up and was about to leave the arena.

Sikong Ren waved his hand, "Since I won, according to the rules, can I make a request?"

No one expected that Sikong Ren would make demands of Qi Yan.

With his status, what couldn't Sikong Ren have?

How many people will obey his orders for what he needs to do? Does it require the use of Qi Yan?

Qi Yan glanced at his master, then turned around and cupped his hands towards Sikong Ren, "Demon Lord, you may make any request, as long as it is within Qi Yan's power."

Sikong Ren smiled and said, "I won't make things difficult for you. You just need to say one sentence in front of everyone."

"I would like to hear the details."

Sikong Ren pointed at Zhong Changyuan and said, "You say one thing: Zhong Changyuan will always be Sikong Ren's defeated opponent."