Yang Xin'er was furious when she saw Liu Xiaoyuan being so presumptuous, a Golden Core cultivator who didn't take her, a Nascent Soul cultivator, seriously.
"Alright, I'll show you that the Golden Core and Nascent Soul are not comparable!" As soon as Yang Xin'er finished speaking, the whip in her hand swept towards Liu Xiaoyuan.
Upon seeing the whip flying rapidly towards him, Liu Xiaoyuan immediately tapped his toes in mid-air and then retreated with a whoosh.
However, Yang Xin'er's whip was relentless; no matter how Liu Xiaoyuan retreated, Yang Xin'er's whip always followed.
"Blood Drinking Sword!" Liu Xiaoyuan immediately summoned the Blood Drinking Sword to meet the enemy, wanting to see the true power of the Blood Drinking Sword.
After Liu Xiaoyuan summoned the Blood Drinking Sword, it immediately flew towards Yang Xin'er's whip. Moreover, the Blood Drinking Sword actually dragged a long, blood-red tail, which looked both beautiful and terrifying.
Its blood-red tail looked as if it were made of fresh blood, sending chills down the spines of any enemy.
Upon seeing the blood-red tail of the Blood Drinking Sword, Yang Xin'er angrily said, "You heretical and unorthodox methods, I will definitely teach you a lesson today."
In Yang Xin'er's view, the blood-red tail of the Blood Drinking Sword meant that this high-level magic weapon belonged to evil and unorthodox sects.
"Bullshit!" Liu Xiaoyuan got angry when he heard Yang Xin'er say that his magic weapon was evil and crooked, and immediately cursed.
Enraged, Yang Xin'er immediately unleashed her full power, whipping the Blood Drinking Sword towards it.
Now, Yang Xin'er's target is not Liu Xiaoyuan, but the Blood Drinking Sword. In Yang Xin'er's opinion, I will destroy your flying sword and see how arrogant you can be then.
However, Yang Xin'er forgot one thing: her whip was a high-grade spiritual weapon, and Liu Xiaoyuan's Blood Drinking Sword was also a high-grade spiritual weapon. They were evenly matched and had no clear advantage.
Moreover, Liu Xiaoyuan's Blood Drinking Sword might be more precious and more powerful than the whip in her hand.
Seeing Yang Xin'er sweep her whip across the Blood Drinking Sword was exactly what Liu Xiaoyuan wanted. He wanted to test the power of the Blood Drinking Sword and see who was stronger when it met Yang Xin'er's whip.
Under their control, the two magical artifacts immediately began to clash in mid-air.
The two magical artifacts crackled and popped as Yang Xin'er's whip, like a swimming dragon, relentlessly coiled around Liu Xiaoyuan's Blood Drinking Sword, attempting to ensnare it. However, the Blood Drinking Sword was no pushover; it not only dodged the whip's attacks but also launched its own counterattacks.
"Not good!" Liu Xiaoyuan immediately felt the spiritual energy in his dantian draining away very quickly, just like a small horse pulling a large cart.
As a Golden Core cultivator, using a high-level spiritual artifact is like a small horse pulling a large cart; the spiritual energy supply is a bit insufficient.
Once the Blood Drinking Sword loses its master's control, its combat power will immediately decrease. If it falls into the hands of Yang Xin'er, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Liu Xiaoyuan immediately summoned a cultivator at the late Nascent Soul stage, and instantly, he felt as if the spiritual energy in his dantian was inexhaustible.
"You..." Yang Xin'er's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. How did Liu Xiaoyuan suddenly become a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator? What happened? Can anyone tell me?
In that brief moment of distraction, the Blood Drinking Sword in mid-air cleaved Yang Xin'er's whip to the ground. It was only because Liu Xiaoyuan stopped in time that Yang Xin'er's whip was cut to pieces by the Blood Drinking Sword.
"Hey, what are you doing? In a duel between experts, the worst thing is to be distracted. What was wrong with you just now? If you were fighting an enemy, you would be dead by now, and you might not even be able to escape even at the Nascent Soul stage!" Liu Xiaoyuan said loudly to Yang Xin'er.
Yang Xin'er looked at Liu Xiaoyuan without saying anything for a while before finally asking, "How did you suddenly become a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?"
Chen Qiaoling, who was watching from the sidelines, was even more surprised. After Liu Xiaoyuan summoned a cultivator at the late Nascent Soul stage, Chen Qiaoling sensed that something was wrong with Liu Xiaoyuan's aura. However, she never expected that Liu Xiaoyuan would suddenly become a cultivator at the late Nascent Soul stage.
"Senior Yang, you said he has reached the late Nascent Soul stage?" Chen Qiaoling asked in surprise as she approached Yang Xin'er.
Yang Xin'er nodded and said, "Yes, he is now at the late Nascent Soul stage, I am not mistaken about that."
Chen Qiaoling stared wide-eyed at Liu Xiaoyuan, her face filled with disbelief.
Liu Xiaoyuan could only summon the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator for ten minutes. Once the time was up, the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would immediately disappear.
Therefore, we must get everything done within the limited time available.
"Senior Yang, do you still want to have a match?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked Yang Xin'er.
Yang Xin'er glanced at Liu Xiaoyuan. Although they were both cultivators at the late Nascent Soul stage, she knew she was no match for a sword immortal at the late Nascent Soul stage.
"I'm not competing anymore!" Yang Xin'er sighed and put away her whip.
Previously, Yang Xin'er had said that Liu Xiaoyuan was not good enough for Yang Zihan, and that the two were from different worlds.
Now, having witnessed Liu Xiaoyuan's abilities, Yang Xin'er realized she had been terribly wrong. With Liu Xiaoyuan's current cultivation level, even if Yang Zihan were to catch up, it would be extremely difficult.
Yang Xin'er felt as if she had been slapped in the face, her cheeks burning with pain.
"Senior Yang, I remember you said that Yang Zihan and I are not from the same world?" Liu Xiaoyuan remembered Yang Xin'er's words very clearly, and he would never forget them for the rest of his life.
Yang Xin'er didn't speak, but lowered her head in shame.
Seeing that Yang Xin'er didn't say anything, Liu Xiaoyuan thought to himself, "You think you're safe just because you're not talking? I'm going to get my revenge for everything that happened that day."
"I've said it before, 'You can't judge a book by its cover,' and 'You can't measure the sea with a bushel.' Senior Yang, do you think I said that?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked Yang Xin'er.
Yang Xin'er remained silent, only nodding. It was as if someone had reopened a wound, leaving her feeling deeply ashamed.
Chen Qiaoling didn't know the truth of the matter. She glanced at Yang Xin'er with her big eyes, then at Liu Xiaoyuan, hoping that the two of them would tell her what had happened.
"Senior Yang, what did you say back then? Please tell me, I'd like to hear it again." Liu Xiaoyuan snorted and asked Yang Xin'er.
Yang Xin'er didn't speak; she was too ashamed to speak. Just as Liu Xiaoyuan was about to speak, Yang Xin'er suddenly went berserk, waving her sleeve and shouting, "Enough!"
After saying just those two words, Yang Xin'er flew forward at an extremely fast speed, disappearing from Liu Xiaoyuan and Chen Qiaoling's sight in an instant.
(End of this chapter)
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