"You smiled." That stern little face was full of seriousness.

This child is so cute, so serious.

"Okay, I laughed. What's your name?" Let's just consider this a chance to make friends.

"Night Quicksand." Although many people have never seen it, there are very few people on this continent who haven't heard of it.

Unexpectedly, Ye Xiruo only said "oh" and then stopped, which added a few cracks to Ye Liusha's usually calm face.

"My name is Ye Xiruo."

"I don't know him."

"Now we've met, haven't we?"

Jing Li was already half-reclining on the soft couch, pretending to sleep with her eyes closed. It wasn't unreasonable to let her disciple relax before the great battle.

"Oh my god, back off! A fight has broken out."

Ye Xiruo and Ye Liusha stopped talking and looked up at the sky.

In mid-air, a silver longsword and a jet-black whip, one black and one white, clashed violently, accompanied by a loud explosion.

The two figures moved at incredible speed, so fast that only two shadows could be seen. Only the leaders and elders of the various sects watched the battle in the sky with serious expressions.

That was Xiu Qiyu and Wuqing Zui.

One is the continent's top prodigy, and the other is the most talented prince of the demon race. Their battle will not only affect the reputation of both the Dao and Demon factions, but also the overall situation of the continent.

In recent years, the Demon Clan has become increasingly arrogant on the Great Continent. The righteous path has sent people to assassinate the Demon Lord and Wuqingzui, but all attempts have failed.

This battle between the two has captivated the entire continent. Qinglian Heaven absolutely cannot fall into the hands of Wuqing Zui, and among the younger generation, only Xiu Qiyu can keep Wuqing Zui in check.

Wuqingzui and Xiu Qiyu had fought countless times, but Wuqingzui had never been able to defeat Xiu Qiyu, yet he continued to challenge him relentlessly.

Xiu Qiyu's sword moved even faster, and wherever the sword light shone, icy energy burst forth. A thin layer of frost covered Wuqingzui's whip, and its speed seemed to decrease slightly.

Ruthless Drunk's whip was like a large black snake, cold and cunning, often attacking Xiu Qiyu's vitals unexpectedly, but Xiu Qiyu skillfully neutralized it and then calmly retaliated.

Although this wasn't as satisfying as overwhelming him with sheer power, Xiu Qiyu clearly wasn't going to let Wuqingzui have his way each time. Sure enough, after exchanging over a hundred blows, Wuqingzui, his face cold and stern, roared at Xiu Qiyu, "One move!"

After his breakthrough, Xiu Qiyu clearly recognized Wuqingzui's level at a glance. Sure enough, Wuqingzui had been hiding his strength all these years, probably waiting for this day to defeat Xiu Qiyu in front of the whole world.

As expected, the demons' intentions should not be underestimated. A cold smile appeared on Xiu Qiyu's lips: "As you wish."

The whip in Wuqing Zui's hand transformed into a giant black dragon, bursting with energy and howling with the wind. Many people below had to raise their true energy shields or use protective magic treasures to resist.

This oppressive force is truly terrifying.

The Third Elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect looked at the giant dragon in mid-air and murmured, "Demon Dragon Whip." The true purpose of the Demon Clan is to cultivate Qi Yu, not some Azure Lotus Heaven.

The Demon Dragon Whip requires a drop of the Demon Lord's blood to activate. It seems the Demon Clan has really gone to great lengths this time, and Xiu Qiyu is in danger.

Elder Jian San's expression was somewhat awkward, but also somewhat relieved. If Xiu Qiyu hadn't come today, Wu Qingzui's domineering nature would have surely led him to challenge Yi Ruowu, Ye Liusha, Han Tianxin, and all the other righteous disciples. If they had been defeated one by one, the entire righteous path would have been utterly humiliated.

Ye Xiruo, protected behind Jing Li, looked nervously at the dazzling white amidst the dark clouds. Countless snowflakes began to gather around Xiu Qiyu, whose figure was hidden in the flying snow. Fat Ba's sword energy continued to gather around him, and even the wind began to howl.

"Master, is Brother Xiu Qi alright?" Ye Xiruo asked nervously, tugging at Jing Li's sleeve.

"Don't worry! Xiu Qiyu's strength is far more than that." Jing Li wasn't worried about Xiu Qiyu at all. However, if this kid were to be exposed, the continent would probably be in turmoil again, and there would be endless trouble afterwards.

His own apprentice was caught in a whirlpool of trouble, which was really too much for his old bones. In the end, he had no choice but to step in.

"Xiu Qiyu, did you ever think about this day?"

"Enough with the nonsense." Xiu Qiyu's expression remained calm. "Dragon Whip, it seems you've put a lot of effort into defeating me."

"Do you know how long I've waited for this day? Everyone says you're the number one genius on the continent, and my father often compares me to you. Is it wrong for me to want to defeat you?"

Another genius living in Xiu Qiyu's shadow, how pitiful and pathetic.

Yi Ruowu's calm, autumn-water-like eyes gazed at the two figures facing off in mid-air, her shock growing ever stronger. This man seemed even more powerful now; only if she became even more outstanding would the distance between them not widen so much.

She had always known that Xiu Qiyu didn't see her.

Ye Liusha stared intently at Xiu Qiyu and Wuqingzui in mid-air, his hand gripping the sword tightly.

"Don't tell me you want to go up and take on both of them one-on-one."

"Only such people are worthy of being my opponents." Only when his opponents are stronger can he become stronger. He is grateful that this era has geniuses like Xiu Qiyu and Wuqingzui who can hone his skills.

"You'll never be his match." Ye Xiruo pouted, decisively forgetting her friend for the sake of beauty.

Soon, the ice-blue giant sword and the black dragon collided fiercely. The black dragon let out a mournful cry as the giant sword pierced through its abdomen. The ferocity in its eyes remained undiminished as it viciously lunged at Xiu Qiyu.

The ice sword in Xiu Qiyu's hand condensed into a huge ice sword again and slashed fiercely at the dragon's head. This time, Xiu Qiyu did not hold back. No one could see that at the very center of the ice sword, a tiny flame was gently unfolding, which was the Ice Heart Flame.

The strange fire is the nemesis of the demon race. This time, Wuqing Zui fell into his hands, which can be said to be his own doing. The cold smile on Xiu Qiyu's lips continued to widen.

Jing Li and the elders of various sects simultaneously took to the air and flew into the sky.

A massive barrier quickly appeared in mid-air, blocking most of the energy. This battle was destined to shock the world, but for the disciples with low strength below, it was undoubtedly a catastrophe.

A moment later, a black arm fell from mid-air, accompanied by the heartless, drunken scream.