Everyone was surprised that Xia Qingdai actually dared to accept the challenge. Their eyes widened instantly.
"You bastard, are you insane? Kneel down and apologize to Immortal Chu right now! Hurry up!"
Xia Mingde was practically going crazy.
That bastard really doesn't know his place.
How could she possibly provoke someone like Chu Wuchen? How dare she go up and accept the challenge!
Even Xiao Yunlan, who was in the mid-Nascent Soul stage, was no match for Chu Wuchen.
How could mortals dare to interfere in such a battle between monsters!
"You wretched child! You wretched child!" he roared hoarsely, his voice distorted, "Hurry up and kneel down to apologize to Immortal Chu!"
The surrounding mortals quickly retreated, fearing they would be implicated. Xia Mingde, at this moment, no longer cared about his dignity. He stumbled forward a few steps, but was held back tightly by someone beside him.
"Brother Xia, you mustn't!" The man was terrified. "That's a battle between immortals..."
Ignoring her completely, Xia Mingde hysterically roared at Xia Qingdai, "Who do you think you are? You haven't even entered the gate of cultivation yet, how dare you go up there! Get down here right now!"
He was filled with deep regret. If only he had known this would happen, he should have strangled this menace himself!
Seeing that Bai Ying didn't move for a long time and completely ignored him, he simply ran up to Chu Wuchen and knelt down: "Immortal, Xia Qingdai has long since lost all connection with my Xia family. If you want to kill her, then kill her. Her actions have nothing to do with my Xia family."
On the dueling platform, Chu Wuchen raised an eyebrow with interest. He casually twirled the demonic sword in his hand.
"Interesting," he chuckled, his voice as cold as ice. "What if I insisted on connecting you all?"
These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Xia Mingde's head. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his lips trembling but unable to utter a word.
In the crowd, Xia Yuwei gripped the handkerchief tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white. A twisted sense of pleasure flashed across her face, but it was quickly replaced by fear. She never imagined that her usually submissive older sister would be such a different person today.
"How could this be..." she muttered to herself, "How dare that good-for-nothing..."
Bai Ying ignored the commotion. She slowly raised her right hand, a faint golden light emanating from her fingertips.
"Master Chu," she said softly, her voice carrying clearly throughout the room, "please."
Seeing Xia Mingde's disgraceful state, the Third Prince felt a wave of nausea wash over him, almost vomiting. However, he no longer cared about the disgusting Xia Mingde.
Seeing Xia Qingdai about to die, he could no longer restrain himself. Under the horrified gazes of the guards, he rushed forward and grabbed Bai Ying's sleeve just as she was about to step onto the stage.
"Miss Xia!" His voice trembled, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. "The Imperial Advisor is on his way and will arrive in no more than fifteen minutes. You... you can still apologize and admit your mistake..."
The girl turned around and smiled gently, a smile that made the Third Prince momentarily lose his senses.
The sunlight gilded her long eyelashes, and her eyes seemed to sparkle like a river of stars.
"Your Highness, rest assured." She gently pulled her sleeve back, her voice soft yet incredibly firm. "Didn't I tell you? I can win."
With that, she lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped onto the arena as gracefully as a feather. Her white robes fluttered in the wind, like a white butterfly taking flight.
The third prince's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and he could only watch helplessly as the slender figure landed on the arena.
A cruel smile curled at the corner of Chu Wuchen's lips, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes. His slender fingers slowly traced the jet-black blade, and the vengeful spirits coiling around it emitted excited shrieks.
"I have no mercy for women." He glanced contemptuously at the Third Prince below the stage and said, his voice as icy as ten thousand years of ice, each word carrying a chilling killing intent.
The demonic sword trembled with a "hum," and a blinding blood-red light suddenly burst forth from its blade. The eerie light shone on Chu Wuchen's handsome face, outlining ferocious shadows that made him look like a demon from the deepest hell.
"How boring." He shook his head in disappointment, his eyes full of contempt. "I thought the Xuantian Sect could produce some decent opponents..."
Before he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and the demonic sword drew a perfect arc, slashing towards Bai Ying with overwhelming force.
This sword strike, seemingly casual, actually contained the full power of a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage. Wherever the sword passed, space distorted, and the air was torn apart with dark cracks, through which shimmering spatial turbulence could be faintly seen.
"It's over... This sword strike was even more powerful than the one used against Xiao Yunlan."
"This girl is dead meat..."
"That's too cruel..."
In the stands, many people had already closed their eyes, unable to bear watching this bloody scene.
Some soft-hearted cultivators even turned their heads away, sighing inwardly. With such a vast difference in strength, the outcome of this match was never in doubt from the start. They couldn't understand why this seemingly frail girl would choose to seek her own death.
The expressions of the mortals were the most complex. Although they had previously mocked Xia Qingdai for her arrogance, when they were about to witness her being killed by a Nascent Soul cultivator, a sense of sorrow, like that of a rabbit mourning the death of a fox, welled up in their hearts. Several older women had already covered their eyes.
Only Xia Yuwei clutched the handkerchief tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white. A morbid excitement flickered in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.
The third prince suddenly stood up, only able to watch with bloodshot eyes as the devastating sword light fell.
He couldn't protect the woman who saved his life...
However, just as the sword's edge was only an inch away from Bai Ying—
"bite!"
A clear, crisp sword cry resounded through the sky, its lingering sound carrying a hint of the majesty of a dragon's roar.
Bai Ying remained standing still, unmoved. A thin, cicada-wing-like blue scale had appeared before her, gleaming in the sunlight. Seemingly fragile, it steadily held back the menacing blade brimming with demonic energy.
Chu Wuchen's pupils shrank sharply, and for the first time, a look of shock appeared on his face.
He stared in disbelief at his demonic sword—the bloodthirsty weapon that had once slain Golden Core cultivators—now blocked by a tiny scale, unable to advance an inch! Even more terrifying, he felt the recoil from the sword, which made his wrist tingle slightly!
"How...is this possible?" he murmured, his voice filled with unprecedented unease.
Bai Ying slowly raised her eyes, her once calm eyes now gleaming with a faint golden light. She said softly:
"Cultivator Chu, is this all the strength you have?"
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