Seeing the two of them once again displaying their deep mother-son affection, Qingyun curled his lips in a sarcastic smile. Since he dared to stand up, he wasn't afraid of others' criticism, and Lin Yuhao and his mother's reactions were none of his business.
At this moment, Nie Chenyuan's final match began, slightly drawing people's attention back to him.
His face was ashen as he slowly walked onto the stage, surveying the entire venue and taking in the expressions of everyone around him. At this moment, he was simultaneously filled with rage because of the slander against Qingyun, and overjoyed by Qingyun's response to him.
When Nie Chenyuan looked up and met Qingyun's clear yet slightly cunning eyes, he immediately smiled knowingly.
"Don't tell me you're really serious about this, huh?" The opponent who had just entered the arena interrupted their eye contact.
Nie Chenyuan's opponent this time, Zhang Kuang, was the champion who was challenged and defeated by Lin Yuhao at the previous Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, and was also the first underling that Lin Yuhao truly subdued.
Zhang Kuang was adopted by Zhang Jingguo at a young age, and it was thanks to him that the Ancient Martial Arts Association won the championship for five consecutive years. He had been stuck at the peak of the eighth level of the Acquired Realm for ten years, but Lin Yuhao, with his seventh level of the Acquired Realm cultivation, fought him hard and defeated him. From then on, Zhang Kuang was completely convinced of Lin Yuhao's superiority.
"Although I know you've reached the ninth level of the Acquired Realm, you're definitely no match for Yu Hao. He's someone who can fight beyond his level." Even though his cultivation level was lower than Nie Chenyuan's, Zhang Kuang still looked down on him.
Nie Chenyuan was in a bad mood and didn't want to waste words with him. He simply turned to the referee and signaled that the match had started.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Kuang changed the subject and asked about Qingyun: "How is he when he's having fun? He looks so delicate and tender, I wonder what it's like in bed?"
As he spoke, he smiled ambiguously and rubbed his fingers together.
The starting bell rang at just the right moment, but at the same time, a shrill scream also rang out.
"What's going on?" The spectators were completely baffled.
Someone with sharp eyes immediately exclaimed, "Arm...arm...whose arm?"
Gradually, everyone saw that there was a twisted severed arm lying on the stage, as if it had been forcibly torn off from the shoulder. The flesh was torn to shreds, and blood was spraying all over the ground.
Qingyun never expected that she would be a villain.
He sat atop the mountain, in a wheelchair powered by spirit stones. A sudden, sharp pain shot through his mind, and Qingyun couldn't help but cough lightly.
Once he started coughing, he couldn't stop. At the foot of the mountain, a million-strong army, armed and ready for battle, watched Qingyun cough and tremble, and not a single one dared to move.
"This old monster's body can't hold on any longer," the leader said, raising his longsword to boost morale. "Let's all press on and wipe him out today!"
Upon hearing this, Qingyun chuckled softly, and the silk handkerchief stained with golden blood in her hand quietly burst into flames, leaving not a trace of ash.
"You are the hundredth."
Upon hearing this calm voice, the leading man's raised sword trembled slightly, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.
Qingyun is a villain, although he didn't understand what "villain" meant until yesterday.
Until yesterday, the Heavenly Dao watched as ninety-nine chosen ones perished at its hands, and finally could not bear it any longer. It forced Qingyun's soul to leave his body and controlled him to reincarnate, preparing to wear down his energy world by world.
Qingyun only learned a little information during his confrontation with the energy that the Heavenly Dao had planted in his body.
This time, the "chosen one" wasn't wrong; Qingyun truly couldn't hold on any longer. Although his cultivation was profound, he was utterly powerless against the will of Heaven.
There's always a way.
Qingyun reached out and unleashed a burst of sword energy, attacking the leading man without warning.
As soon as the attack was launched, the entire sky suddenly darkened.
They've arrived!
A glint of light flashed in Qingyun's eyes. He had been wondering how the Heavenly Dao would react if he were willing to destroy his soul rather than submit to it.
The man leading the group at the foot of the mountain barely managed to block Qingyun's attack, but the next attack followed one after another, each more ferocious than the last.
Dark clouds slowly gathered above Qingyun's head, their color already as black as ink.
Qingyun appeared frantic, like a trapped beast struggling for its life, yet his eyes held an extreme calm. His target wasn't the "protagonist" below the mountain, but the Heavenly Dao!
Finally, a thin, black bolt of lightning broke through the clouds and descended towards Qingyun.
Qingyun's eyes flashed, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips.
In the blink of an eye, the thunderbolt entered Qingyun Tianling, pulverizing him from body to soul.
The proud Heavenly Dao will never allow an ant to repeatedly defy it. Since Qingyun is unwilling to be controlled, then it will be completely annihilated.
The black lightning swirled for a while, confirming that the energy consumed to eliminate Qingyun was correct, before slowly dissipating.
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"Excuse me, excuse me! I'll take you to change your clothes." The waiter carrying the tray hurriedly apologized, glancing at the wine stains on the man's exquisite custom-made suit, and biting his lip as if he were uneasy.
"The suit... I'll pay for the suit..."
"Hmm? How are you planning to compensate me?"
Nie Chenyuan looked at the clumsy waiter in front of him, raised an eyebrow, and spoke in an ambiguous tone.
"I...I..." The waiter stammered, his face flushed with nervousness. "I can do anything, I can do anything!"
The language, though seemingly chaotic, is highly suggestive.
Nie Chenyuan chuckled softly and whispered in the waiter's ear, "Then... could you...?"
"Tell me who sent you here!"
The voice turned cold instantly, and before the blush on the waiter's face had faded, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
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