Leng Juncheng was caught off guard by Chu Mo's sudden change in tactics.
Moreover, the power of the opponent's sword strike was far beyond his imagination.
Without a second thought, he hastily condensed the flames into a thick shield, blocking the golden sword light.
At the same time, it added a protective shield to his body.
boom……
A figure flew backward dozens of meters, barely managing to stop at the edge of the arena.
But before he could catch his breath...
Another equally terrifying sword beam slashed towards him, ancient and profound, seemingly clumsy yet skillfully executed.
Without a single frill, its imposing presence was even more domineering and fierce than before.
Leng Juncheng's expression changed drastically, and a look of horror flashed across his pale face.
What the hell is this?
Why is it getting even more intense?
But he had no time to think; he could only exert all his strength to conjure another shield in front of him.
It's not that he doesn't want to fight back, but if he attacks back, his fate will be even worse.
Faced with this sudden change, everyone in the audience was stunned.
Even the many elders of the Qingcang Immortal Sect were deeply surprised, as they had clearly seen Chu Mo's previous predicament.
That means you've completely fallen into the opponent's rhythm and can't use your strength.
But at this moment.
But he stepped forward and revealed his true strength.
Amidst the incredulous gazes of the crowd, a figure screamed and flew out of the arena.
Blood gushed out along the way, resembling a pig slaughtering scene during the Lunar New Year in the countryside.
When he fell to the ground, his face was as pale as paper, and his right arm had been severed cleanly.
It was Leng Juncheng, one of the four peerless geniuses of the Batian Sect and a Golden Core cultivator.
However, he had long lost the high spirits he had shown earlier.
His horrified and shocked eyes concealed a deep sense of resentment and bitterness.
Did I just lose like this?
Even after his arm was severed, he was still given 40,000 high-grade spirit stones?
That was two years' worth of cultivation resources for him! How incredibly frustrating!
At that moment, the surge of blood and qi in his chest could no longer be contained and he spat it out.
No one in the audience expected this outcome.
I never imagined that Leng Juncheng would be defeated so completely.
A severed right arm would be very costly to reattach, and if not done properly, it could affect future attacks.
Amidst the mournful gazes of the Batian Sect disciples, Tan Dahe hurriedly flew towards the arena.
The arm must be retrieved and reattached as soon as possible; the longer it is delayed, the worse it will be.
However, they were stopped by the Grand Elder Huang Jianxiong and Chu Hanqing in anger.
"Tan Dahe, are you looking for death?"
Chu Hanqing's face was contorted with rage, while Huang Jianxiong's eyes were equally gloomy and his expression was murderous.
The other elders of the Qingcang Immortal Sect also surrounded him instantly.
Tan Dahe's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
He had no doubt that if he dared to make any rash moves, he would be mercilessly surrounded and killed.
Although the Qingcang Immortal Sect has declined, the elders in front of us are still quite powerful.
In particular, the First Elder Huang Jianxiong is a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
He could easily kill himself.
He used to be arrogant because he had the backing of the Batian Sect.
But that doesn't mean he actually dares to do anything reckless. He couldn't help but protest with a very weak voice:
"Is this how you treat your guests? I just wanted to get my arm back, I didn't mean to do anything to him."
He realized that his actions earlier must have caused the other party to misunderstand.
But all he really wanted was to get his arm back on and reattached as quickly as possible.
He felt wronged.
Leng Juncheng is one of the most core disciples of the sect. If his talent is ruined because of this, he will have to bear a lot of responsibility.
"Hmph, if you want your arm back, you'd better pay back the spirit stones you lost first."
Chu Hanqing's tone was firm, and he had no intention of letting them pass.
The disciples of the Qingcang Immortal Sect, realizing what was happening, also began to jeer:
"Good, pay the spirit stones first."
"Would the Batian Sect be trying to renege on its debts because it's broke? That wouldn't work in the Qingcang Immortal Sect."
"Leng Juncheng, why aren't you taking out your spirit stones? What are you yelling about?"
Yan Qingsong felt relieved and immediately started to loudly criticize.
There was no sympathy for his tragic end; it was a miracle he didn't die.
They knew, of course, that the other party couldn't renege on their debt, because they couldn't even if they wanted to.
The reason for the commotion was simply to vent their anger.
How dare he make suggestive remarks about his own junior sister within his own sect?
The key point is that I fought him twice before and lost both times, which was incredibly humiliating.
Given this opportunity, no one could resist taking it, and they immediately launched into a barrage of mockery.
At the same time, they were filled with curiosity and admiration for Chu Mo on the stage.
Leng Juncheng is a Golden Core cultivator, yet he managed to sever the opponent's arm.
Doesn't that mean he became the sect's second disciple with the strength of a Golden Core cultivator?
No wonder Elder Chu took a liking to him; he truly is a prodigy with extraordinary talent!
At this moment, Leng Junchen had stopped the bleeding and was looking for other disciples to borrow spirit stones.
In the end, Tan Dahe helped him advance 10,000 coins, which brought him to a total of 40,000 coins, which were piled up on the ground to form a small mountain.
"Consider these 40,000 spirit stones a lesson I learned. I will repay this grudge of losing an arm a hundredfold in the future."
As he said this, Leng Juncheng's face was filled with resentment and unwillingness, and his eyes were filled with madness.
Looking at the small mountain of spirit stones, Chu Mo's eyes burned with desire, and he quickly put them into his storage ring.
These people are really rich; they can just pull out 40,000 spirit stones without a second thought.
If I had known, I should have gambled more.
As for Leng Juncheng's verbal threats, he had his own thoughts, but there was nothing he could do about it.
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