"Be careful!" Lu Sanyuan hurriedly warned.
The Yin-Yang Venerable was taken aback. Just then, the void behind him suddenly cracked open, and one could vaguely see twinkling stars inside, as if a corner of the vast universe had been revealed.
Immediately afterwards, a huge blade shadow slashed out from the crack. A few highly skilled individuals who were still able to open their eyes immediately recognized it as an enlarged version of the Crescent Moon Demon Blade.
The Yin-Yang Venerable felt a sudden sense of alarm and hurriedly turned around to defend himself, his sleeves swelling up like balls as he closed them to block in front of him.
boom!
A terrifying aftershock spread outwards, overturning tables and chairs throughout the hall, and sending the young disciples stumbling backwards in a sorry state.
The entire hall shook violently, and the runes and arrays on it flickered wildly, barely managing to prevent it from collapsing.
With a light tap of her toes, Qiu Honglei gracefully leaped out of the battle circle, cupping her hands in greeting to the opposite side: "Venerable Fang, you are too kind!"
As the smoke and dust dissipated, everyone could see that both of Fang Zhonghe's sleeves were torn.
Although there were no marks on his arms, the fact that his sleeves were torn by a younger, more experienced opponent meant that he had already lost in some respects.
Qiu Honglei breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that there was still a considerable gap between her strength and that of the Yin Yang Venerable. If they fought seriously, she would have no chance of winning.
So, they deliberately provoke the opponent from the start, and then use some seemingly clever tricks that are like child's play in the eyes of a true master.
The real killing move comes when the opponent thinks they've easily cracked the code.
But the so-called killing move was just a decoy. She knew she couldn't kill the other party, so she deliberately amplified her killing intent to the maximum for that moment, making the other party really think that she was going to kill him. That way, he wouldn't care about the integrity of his sleeves and would only subconsciously protect his body from injury.
This gave her the opportunity to use the power of the Crescent Moon Demon Blade and the Nebula Rift to finally break through his sleeve.
Then she immediately shut him down with words. With so many people watching, she had already won. After all, the other party was a dignified master, so naturally he couldn't possibly lower himself to continue the contest.
At this moment, Venerable Xiaoyao Hua Feihua couldn't help but laugh and say, "Indeed, the younger generation is formidable."
The Venerable Shen Tao Gong, patting his round belly, nodded and said, "The Holy Maiden's display of wit and strength this time was truly remarkable and admirable."
The admirers of Qiu Honglei in the arena cheered, and shouts of "Saintess, I love you!" rose and fell.
Fang Zhonghe was breathing heavily, realizing he had been tricked. His face turned pale and then red. Suddenly, he roared, "The competition isn't over yet, so how can you say there's a winner?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed towards Qiu Honglei.
At this moment, the people around started shouting curses:
"Fang Zhonghe, have you no shame?!"
"What a load of bull, Venerable One! He can't take a loss."
"Quickly, save the Holy Maiden!"
...
Unfortunately, those they wanted to save were too far away to help, and those who were able to help had too many concerns. They could only watch helplessly as Fang Zhonghe rushed to Qiu Honglei's side.
His palms turned an ambiguous pink, a testament to his trump card – the Nine-One Spring Palm.
For decades, he has soaked his palms in countless kinds of aphrodisiacs, absorbing their medicinal power, and refined them nine times in this way, finally returning to one!
This palm technique contains the most potent medicine in the world. If one is struck by it, it can completely arouse one's lust, causing them to act like a wild beast.
It is especially effective on women.
At this moment, he was furious and determined to ruin the other party's reputation.
Hmph, what saintess? I'll make you a bitch in front of everyone and see if so many people will still like you and follow you.
Qiu Honglei's expression changed drastically. She never expected Fang Zhonghe to be so shameless as to do such a thing in front of everyone.
Although I don't know the details of his palm technique, I can guess a thing or two from the strange pink light.
She instinctively stepped back, knowing she absolutely could not let the other person's palm touch her.
Unfortunately, her opponent was too fast, and she had no time to dodge.
Just then, Zuan's voice rang in my ears: "Don't be afraid, slap him."
Qiu Honglei was taken aback. Instinctively, she didn't want to exchange blows with him, but in the end, she chose to believe her lover.
Seeing that the other party actually stretched out her fair and delicate hand to hit him, Fang Zhonghe's face flashed with a sinister smile. This girl really is like someone who has delivered themselves to the gates of hell.
As his palms met, his smile suddenly froze, followed by a drastic change in expression.
A vast and incomparable palm force surged over. He had previously thought that Qiu Honglei's palm force was at most a small stream, while he was a mighty river that could easily devour the other party.
But compared to the power of the palm strike at this moment, what he felt was the ocean, the vast and boundless ocean!
He could see the pink aura emanating from his palm being forced back, enveloping his entire body.
He let out a scream and was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground.
Seeing this, Hendrik Willem Van Loon, who was not far away, rushed to help him: "Dad, what's wrong?"
Unexpectedly, Fang Zhonghe's eyes were filled with a pink-red, crazed light. He grabbed him and slammed him to the ground, yelling, "Give it to me! I want it!"
Everyone: "???"
------
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
