She didn't muffle her voice, and everyone below could hear her clearly. Seeing their whispers and discussions, Geng Qi laughed and said, "He's not my possession. I lost, so why should he ask the emperor?"
"Then let him come."
"..." So the purpose was indeed here.
He wanted to say something more, but seeing that the other person's gaze was fixed on their clasped hands, it seemed too late to distance himself from the relationship. So he coughed and looked at Rong Yu.
Rong Yu lowered his gaze slightly, looking at the woman opposite him whose features bore a resemblance to his own, his expression unreadable.
After a long silence, he finally spoke, "Okay."
Geng Qi's expression was not lighthearted. It wasn't that he was worried that Rong Yu would lose, but rather that if cultivators above the Void Refinement level were to fight, the sea of flowers below might not exist anymore.
He stepped back two steps and raised his hand, setting up a barrier over the sea of flowers.
Perhaps influenced by the frost, seeing these flowers in abundance, regardless of whether they have developed sentience, I felt a pang of pity at the thought that they would become broken branches and withered blossoms.
Actually, there was no need for him to set up this barrier. Under their feet, Clan Chief Wan Yue had already erected a layer of spiritual energy shield. However, what he was protecting was probably the people watching the battle in the sea of flowers.
The spiritual pressure here is heavy, even denser and purer than the spiritual energy outside Yinquan Cave. It is clearly a sacred place within the clan. The clan members were specially gathered here to vindicate Rong Yu, to prove that he dared to fight the clan leader, and to demonstrate his strength in front of the clan members. Regardless of whether he ultimately agrees with Yi Wenque, no one will make things difficult for him anymore.
Because they dare not.
That is why Clan Chief Wan Yue will show no mercy!
As the barrier was erected, Geng Qi quickly retreated to its edge. The two in front of him had already clashed when suddenly a few voices of discussion came from below, causing him to frown.
"A mere junior who has cultivated for a hundred years dares to attack the clan leader? Is he tired of living?"
"I heard that this person is a disciple of the Sage Zhifeng and will be the next sect leader of the Tianzhi Sect."
"So what if they're sect leaders? The sects in the cultivation world are getting weaker with each generation. A hundred years ago, they dared to provoke the Demon Palace, and what did they end up with? If my Yi Ling clan were to go out now, we would definitely be stronger than that so-called number one sect!"
Their words were full of disdain for the sects outside, and they paid even less attention to Rong Yu. Demons are long-lived, and these elders in charge are mostly old monsters who have lived for thousands of years and are stuck in their ways. Even though they know that a cultivator who has only lived for a hundred years has reached the Nascent Soul stage, they have never taken him seriously.
In an instant, a bright blue light shone within the barrier. Green leaves, like hidden weapons, streaked through the air, seemingly severing the distance between the two. Wind blades slashed out, cutting the green leaves into fragments. Greenery filled the air, obscuring the figures of the two within the barrier.
Looking up from the sea of flowers, the crowd, who had been dismissive just moments before, suddenly became serious and focused.
Wan Yue slightly raised her hand, holding a green vine in her grasp. Her gaze shifted to Rong Yu's waist, and she said sternly, "Draw your sword!"
Rong Yu said calmly, "No need."
He caught the green vine she swung at him with his bare hands. The wind blades were like hunting daggers cutting his throat. He turned his head to dodge, and a few green leaves grazed his face.
"Then don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
Wan Yue still had that cold, expressionless face, but her clear, cold eyes had turned the same blue as her clothes. The spiritual power around Qing Teng surged, forming a spiritual storm in front of her, and slammed fiercely towards the opposite side.
Rong Yu flipped his hand, and the Drunken Shadow Sword appeared in his grasp. Without drawing it from its sheath, a cold light flashed across the silver blade, creating a silver barrier in front of him, trapping the terrifying green vine two meters away.
The two shared the same element and stood riding the wind. Green dust around them danced wildly in the gale, and the collision of their spiritual energy caused the barrier beneath their feet and even the air above the sea of flowers to begin to distort.
"That is..."
The people below stared wide-eyed. Despite the barrier, they could still feel how violent the spiritual energy was surging above. The man they looked down on was actually fighting the clan leader to a standstill!
Suddenly, a cold snort was heard. The woman opposite her twisted her wrist, and the green vine flickered in her hand, breaking through the wind blades and about to wrap around the silver sword sheath. Rong Yu, who had not moved an inch, took a half step back, and flipped the sword hilt to avoid the green vine's entanglement.
The force remained undiminished, relentlessly assailing like a storm, yet it was all neutralized by a longsword that refused to be drawn.
Geng Qi glanced at the two fighting not far away, yawned lazily, but thought to himself, "Why does that woman always pick on Rong Yu's sword?"
The blue and silver light intertwined, the green vine whip collided with the sword, producing a series of buzzing sounds, the two men's clothes fluttered wildly, and their voices never stopped.
As Geng Qi watched, his body, which had been leaning against the barrier wall, suddenly straightened up, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
During their fight, he seemed to see flashes of lightning!
Clan Chief Wan Yue pressed on relentlessly. Rong Yu, who had initially been merely responding, seemed to sense something and suddenly his eyes darkened: "I'm sorry, I cannot entrust my mother's remnant soul to you."
The sword shone brightly, forcing the woman back a few steps.
This was the first thing he said to Wan Yue after joining the Yi Ling Sect, and he used a respectful title.
Wan Yue took two steps back to steady herself. She was slightly taken aback by what she heard, and a strange look flashed across her face. Her true purpose had been exposed, but she was not angry. She put away the green vine and used her spiritual power to counter it. She put her hands together and a flower that looked like a lotus or orchid shimmered and condensed in her hands. All the fluttering green leaves turned into light spots and were absorbed into the small flower.
"The clan leader's true divine voice!" someone below exclaimed.
Although Geng Qi did not understand what the divine sound was, he could feel the terrifying power contained within it. His previous lazy attitude immediately became tidy, and a sense of worry arose in his heart.
Rong Yu remained calm, and a storm of spiritual energy began to gather around him, causing the barrier to shake violently. If the two were to clash in their final move, the barrier would definitely not be able to withstand it!
Geng Qi raised his hand, about to reinforce the barrier, when suddenly a thunderclap struck down from the sky, landing right on the barrier. The azure light dissipated, and the silver light abruptly stopped. The group looked up at the same time and saw that outside the barrier, there were already dark clouds covering the area, a vast expanse of black, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring within. The next thunderclap was already forming.
Geng Qi's pupils constricted: "It's a heavenly tribulation!"
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