Unfortunately, not many teams had the same idea of securing the prize as Sikong Xiu. Apart from Huanmengmen, the other teams in the top ten all focused their attention on the crystal where Qin Luo was located, which was closest to the Ancestral Core.
At this moment, with Lingyuan Sect and Linghuang Sect facing off, Dongfang Yingluo said no more after finishing her words, and her aura became sharp.
With a flick of her wrist, golden spiritual energy seeped from her palm and quickly gathered on the spear shaft.
In the blink of an eye, a dazzling golden light condensed at the tip of the spear, causing the surrounding space to distort slightly.
The next moment, the golden light flashed past like lightning in everyone's eyes, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch. Everyone only saw a flash of golden light before Dongfang Yingluo was already in front of Qin Luo with her spear, the spear aimed straight at Qin Luo's throat.
Qin Luo felt helpless about this. He really didn't want to waste his time here, but since Dongfang Yingluo was determined to test his strength, he had no choice but to establish his authority.
In a flash, Qin Luo's eyes sharpened. He calmly raised his right hand and pointed forward, the finger seemingly slow but actually landing precisely on the tip of the spear.
Clang!
In an instant, a powerful impact spread outwards from the point of contact between the two.
The golden spear light collided with Qin Luo's simple fingertips, producing a piercing sound, like metal rubbing against metal.
The surrounding air was stirred by this force. It howled, causing everyone's clothes to flutter wildly.
Dongfang Yingluo felt a surge of immense power emanating from the tip of the spear, which numbed her hands and nearly caused her to drop the spear. She was startled, never expecting Qin Luo to possess such a physique.
"I'm sorry, Miss Yingluo."
Qin Luo's voice seemed to drift from the distant horizon, yet it sent a jolt through Dongfang Yingluo's heart.
She subconsciously looked up, but Qin Luo was nowhere to be seen.
But the voice clearly came from behind her!
This caused Dongfang Yingluo's pupils to contract sharply. Without time to think further, she instinctively turned around to defend herself.
However, before she could even move, a force as heavy as Mount Tai crashed down on her from behind.
At this moment, Qin Luo's seemingly ordinary body exuded a chilling and oppressive aura. With a simple step, he tore through the void and appeared directly behind Dongfang Yingluo.
With a whistling wind, his right palm struck down toward Dongfang Yingluo's back.
Under this palm strike, Dongfang Yingluo immediately felt a blockage in the spiritual energy around her. In the nick of time, Dongfang Yingluo barely managed to parry with her spear.
Qin Luo's bare hand collided with the gun barrel, producing a metallic clang. A terrifying force traveled through the gun barrel, and Dongfang Yingluo felt a sweet taste in her throat before being sent flying backward.
The immense impact caused the hard crystalline ground where she landed to tremble slightly, creating visible ripples.
Dongfang Yingluo gritted her teeth, bracing herself against the spear with both hands, and struggled to her feet with great effort. Crimson blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, appearing particularly shocking against her pale face.
At this moment, her beautiful eyes were filled with undisguised horror.
In her past experience and understanding, no one had ever reached such a terrifying level of physical strength during the Spirit Tribulation Realm, and could suppress her so easily with just their physical body.
But Qin Luo in front of us has defied this common sense. His physical body is probably even more than that of a descendant of a divine beast who has passed through the Heavenly Realm.
Thinking of this, Dongfang Yingluo felt a chill run down her spine, and her fear of Qin Luo intensified.
Murong Liyue felt Xia Zihan's oppressive gaze, but she turned around calmly, a faint smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with an innate coldness.
"What, Sister Xia, do you also want to spar with your younger sister?"
"However, it's fine to spar, but let's not let it ruin our relationship. We're family, and we should get along well."
Murong Liyue spoke first, her voice clear and melodious, yet a sharp edge was hidden beneath her seemingly gentle tone.
Upon hearing Murong Liyue's words, Xia Zihan narrowed her eyes imperceptibly:
"Hmph, a friendly spar? This is no ordinary spar. In this competition between academies, you're being far too naive to talk to me about peace."
"As for the family you mentioned..."
Xia Zihan paused for a moment, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes, "I don't think so. Although I don't know what methods you used to bewitch Qin Luo, as long as I'm still here..."
She deliberately dragged out the sound, her eyes filled with disgust:
"The Qin family's gates are not a place where just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come in!"
Murong Liyue listened to Xia Zihan's undisguised words, her face still bearing that faint smile, but a hint of barely perceptible annoyance flashed deep in her eyes.
She gently raised her wrist, tidied a strand of hair behind her ear, and a meaningful smile played on her lips:
"It seems Sister Xia still harbors some prejudice against us. But if Qin Luo overhears what you said, I'm afraid he'll be caught in the middle again. You know, as his family members, the worst thing is for us sisters to quarrel or have conflicts. Surely you understand that, Sister? Sigh..."
At this point, Murong Liyue suddenly lowered her eyes, raised her hand to cover her lips, and let out a series of clear and melodious laughs.
Her eyes sparkled, her every glance captivating. Her slender, aloof figure exuded a unique, alluring charm that belied her mature womanhood. Her gaze and posture spoke of a hidden, enchanting past.
"Look at my memory, I almost forgot. Sister Xia, I'm afraid you're still keeping Chu Hong by your side, right? And yet you still keep saying that you are a member of the Qin family and that you want to guard the Qin family's gate."
"In my opinion, I seem to be more qualified to stand by Qin Luo's side than you are, sister. After all, when he is all alone and feeling lonely, not just anyone can provide him with the most intimate companionship as a Daoist partner."
After speaking, Murong Liyue raised her head and looked directly at Xia Zihan, her expression carrying an arrogance that was completely opposite to her temperament.
She had thought that since Xia Zihan had arrived first, she should at least give her some face.
But after seeing this along the way, Xia Zihan repeatedly put on the airs of the main wife, her words full of rejection towards her. Did she really think that just because she called her "sister" a few times, she was a soft persimmon that could be manipulated at will?
Murong Liyue sneered inwardly. Compared to Xia Zihan, why would she want to share Qin Luo with anyone else? In her previous assumptions, Qin Luo should belong to her alone!
But when she thought of all the sacrifices Qin Luo had made for her, the support he had given her during difficult times, and the guidance he had provided when she was lost, Murong Liyue's heart softened.
It was because of Qin Luo's repeated sacrifices that Murong Liyue was willing to compromise for him in her life and put aside her pride.
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