Su Yanran gazed at Mo Jinghong with complicated eyes. He was as elegant as jade, like a celestial being.
Su Yanran would never forget the scene when she first met Mo Jinghong walking toward her.
Mo Jinghong’s cold, clear eyes were deep, and he remained silent.
Feng Qingran’s eyes glinted with cunning—at this moment, silence spoke louder than words.
Luo Wuji could barely maintain the coldness on his face. Fortunately, at this moment, Luo Xiyao noticed something was off.
Luo Xiyao spoke up: “Second Uncle, some debts can wait for another day. You should check on my master first.”
Qin Haoyan lay on the ground, trying hard to recall what had happened in the Void Spirit Domain, but he only remembered that he had almost killed Feng Qingran—after that, he couldn’t remember clearly.
He only recalled vaguely seeing a noble man appear. The man’s aura was terrifying, and he seemed to have saved Feng Qingran.
After that, his spiritual power was completely gone, and he lay here in agonizing pain all over.
Qin Haoyan tried to circulate his spiritual power, but his abdomen began to ache sharply. He immediately stopped, not daring to circulate his spiritual power again.
At this moment, Qin Haoyan just wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible—he didn’t want to stay a single moment longer!
But his foolish disciple was still thinking about picking a fight!
At this time, Yun Hai arrived. His cold eyes glanced at Su Yanran, then he looked at Luo Wuji and said: “Daoist Luo Wuji, when will the second round of the competition between the two states be held?”
“Tomorrow,” Luo Wuji’s gaze fell on Yun Hai.
When the disciples of their Haoling State were killed by Su Yubai of Qingyun State, Yun Hai had shown no intention of stopping it.
Now that they were facing off against Qingyun State, what did Yun Hai mean by showing up?
“Since that’s the case, there’s nothing else to do today. Let’s disperse,” Yun Hai said coldly.
Luo Xiyao chimed in: “Right, Second Uncle, we should take Master back first and prepare for tomorrow’s competition.”
Luo Wuji’s expression showed slight displeasure. Yun Hai clearly wanted to smooth things over.
But it was Haoling State that had suffered a loss. He didn’t want to back down, and Feng Qingran had also bullied his disciple. Letting Feng Qingran off like this would surely make Su Yanran unhappy.
“Yun Hai, we can leave, but Feng Qingran must apologize to my disciple,” Luo Wuji’s cold eyes narrowed slightly.
Yun Hai’s eyes darkened. “Daoist Luo Wuji, matters between the younger generation—it’s better to let them resolve it themselves.”
Su Yanran’s beautiful eyes darkened slightly. She tugged at Luo Wuji’s sleeve and said: “Master, let’s just go. It’s fine if I suffer a little grievance. The key thing is not to put Master in a difficult position.”
Hearing these words, Luo Wuji, who had been about to leave, paused in his steps. His little disciple had always been psychologically fragile. If she became unhappy because of today’s events and it left a shadow on her heart…
It would definitely affect his little disciple’s cultivation in the future. He absolutely would not allow such a thing!
Luo Wuji’s cold eyes shot out a chilling light. “Yun Hai, this is a private matter between Haoling State and Qingyun State. Feng Qingran overstepped her bounds and must apologize to my disciple. Otherwise, how will the world view me?”
“Master, I’m not really suffering. I just don’t want Master to…” Su Yanran’s eyes reddened slightly, looking pitiful and delicate.
Ning Shiyue’s elegant brows furrowed slightly. She couldn’t quite stand it.
Ning Shiyue stood up. “Su Yanran, if you want my junior sister to apologize to you, that’s fine too. Let’s go to the Life-and-Death Arena. If you can beat me, then we’ll talk about apologies.”
Su Yanran looked at Ning Shiyue and realized that Ning Shiyue was also at the late Golden Core stage like her, but Ning Shiyue was clearly a cut above her.
She absolutely could not go to the Life-and-Death Arena with Ning Shiyue. Whether she won or lost, it would be disadvantageous to her.
If she won—if she killed Ning Shiyue—it would destroy her image of being pure-hearted and kind.
If she lost—even if Ning Shiyue didn’t dare kill her—she would lose face in front of everyone.
“Master, it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t spoken earlier, none of this would have happened, and the relationship between the two states wouldn’t have become so strained.” Although Su Yanran said this, her eyes revealed endless grievance.
Luo Wuji’s heart melted completely. His little disciple, whom he had protected and cared for so meticulously, was actually being treated so humbly!
Luo Wuji’s thin lips pressed tightly together, his eyes cold and stern. He raised his hand and a precious sword appeared out of thin air.
The blade was sharp, carrying a tremendous force, flying toward Ning Shiyue.
If he couldn’t teach Feng Qingran a lesson, then he would teach her senior sister a lesson and vent his little disciple’s anger.
Seeing Luo Wuji make his move, Su Yanran’s eyes showed excitement, but also a sense of regret—how wonderful it would have been if this sword were aimed at Feng Qingran!
The flying sword was magnificent, sharp and fully revealed. Rong Zhuofan and Xiao Qingfeng both wanted to block the flying sword, but both were injured by the tremendous sword qi.
Rong Zhuofan swallowed the blood in his mouth and watched the flying sword pass by his side.
Xiao Qingfeng was forced back several steps by the sword qi, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Xiao Qingfeng’s dark eyes showed shock—the power of a single sword strike had left him with no ability to fight back. If he hadn’t dodged in time, his hand would probably be gone.
Dugu Jianyi stared at the flying sword, his eyes sharp as an eagle’s, hiding endless killing intent, his whole body emanating a cold, proud aura.
Dugu Jianyi stood up, flicked his wrist, and his sharp sword flew out.
At the same time, Qin Hanyan’s beautiful eyes were icy cold, filled with bone-deep hatred. She knew her swordsmanship was inferior to her second senior brother’s.
Qin Hanyan removed the hairpin from her head and flung it out.
Clang!——
The two swords collided, and Dugu Jianyi’s sharp sword was instantly knocked down.
The flying sword’s sharpness was undiminished, its sword qi surging.
And the hairpin, upon meeting the flying sword, shattered into powder.
Seeing this, Liu Canglan immediately threw out a bagua formation disk, followed by a jade fan and a jade flute.
But Liu Canglan, Mu Qianjue, and Baili Wenyue’s cultivation was too weak. Everything they threw was knocked away by the flying sword.
The flying sword continued to thrust toward Ning Shiyue.
Yan Moyu’s fair face showed conflict—if he acted, what if he exposed himself?
Tang Chonglou clenched his fist slightly. His spiritual power cultivation couldn’t block the flying sword, but if he used demonic power, he would surely be exposed.
Tang Chonglou still needed this identity for now and didn’t want to be exposed.
Moreover, being exposed under these circumstances would be disadvantageous to everyone in Qingyun State.
Seeing the flying sword getting closer and closer, everyone’s faces showed anxiety.
Baili Wenyue’s eyes reddened. Gritting his teeth, he rushed forward and threw his arms around Ning Shiyue, intending to use his body to shield her from the sword.
