"Su Wanqing of the Heaven Yan Sect, fifth level of Qi Condensation, nineteen years old, please enlighten me!"
As soon as her words fell, the surrounding rogue cultivators exploded into an uproar.
"Holy crap! A thirty-seven-year-old at the great perfection of Qi Condensation!"
"As expected of the Han family!"
"I'm over fifty this year and still stuck at the fifth level of Qi Condensation!"
"Wait, Su Wanqing? Isn't she the girl who climbed to the sixty-third floor of the Heart-Questioning Pavilion three days ago?"
"That's right! It's her! The daughter of the Valley Master of Sunset Valley, whose entire family was wiped out by the Heavenly Sword Sect!"
"But she's only at the fifth level of Qi Condensation!"
"It's over, isn't she just throwing her life away?"
"The gap is too big, there's no way she can fight him!"
"What is the Heaven Yan Sect thinking? Sending a fifth-level Qi Condensation cultivator up..."
"Sigh, they are a new sect after all, their foundation is lacking!"
"The Han family has a thousand years of foundation, any random Qi Condensation cultivator they pull out is at the peak. How many days has the Heaven Yan Sect even been established?"
Every single word of these remarks drifted into Han Qing's ears.
Hearing these discussions, the smile on Han Qing's lips grew wider.
He looked Su Wanqing up and down, his gaze sliding from her face to the sword at her waist, and deliberately raised his voice:
"Oh? So it's a stray dog whose family was destroyed."
"The Heaven Yan Sect really has no one left, to send out this kind of random riffraff to make a fool of themselves."
"I advise you to quickly kneel down and admit defeat, lest I kill you with a single sword strike later, making your dead parents restless in the underworld."
Su Wanqing's eyes instantly turned red.
There was nothing more infuriating than someone insulting one's deceased family!
Right at this moment, a faint voice came from the stone throne, landing clearly in her ears:
"Kill him."
The moment the voice fell.
Su Wanqing moved.
No one saw clearly how she moved.
Only a faint afterimage was left in her original spot, without even a trace of wind.
Only Han Tieyi and Han Lie, the two Nascent Soul True Lords, had their expressions suddenly change drastically, crying out in shock:
"Watch out!!"
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Squelch—!
The sword tip pierced through his chest and came out his back. A drop of blood slid down the blade and dripped onto the ground.
With a patter, it was exceptionally clear in the quiet arena.
The mockery on Han Qing's face hadn't even had time to fade before it instantly froze, turning into extreme terror.
His eyes were wide open, his pupils reflecting Su Wanqing's pale and resolute face.
He looked down at the longsword piercing out of his chest, blood dripping from the tip.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but could only let out a wheezing, leaking sound.
"You..."
This was the last word he left in this world.
Su Wanqing violently pulled out her longsword.
Han Qing's body fell limply to the ground, his eyes wide open. Even in death, he couldn't believe that he had been instantly killed by a single sword strike from a fifth-level Qi Condensation rogue cultivator.
The entire venue was dead silent!
You could hear a pin drop!
Everyone froze in place, their mouths open wide enough to fit an egg, their minds completely blank.
After a full ten breaths, someone finally reacted, gasping in a breath of cold air.
Hiss—!!
"I... I'm not seeing things, right? Han Qing is dead?"
"One sword! Just one sword! She instantly killed Han Qing, who was at the great perfection of Qi Condensation!"
"My god! Is this a disciple of the Heaven Yan Sect? This is too terrifying!"
"Who said she was a stray dog? She is clearly a Goddess of Carnage!"
"What just happened? I didn't even see how she moved!"
"Could it be teleportation?"
"A fifth-level Qi Condensation instantly killing a peak Qi Condensation... What kind of monster sect is the Heaven Yan Sect?"
...
On the Han family's side, it was even more dead silent.
The disdain on Han Feng's face vanished without a trace, replaced by disbelief.
His folding fan stopped in mid-air, forgetting to wave it. His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes stared fixedly at Han Qing's corpse, unmoving.
He had watched Han Qing grow up, suppressing his foundation for three years just so he could soar into the sky one day.
But now, he had died without even having the chance to make a move.
Han Yue's large hand froze in mid-air, his eyes dull.
Han Tieyi stood in place, trembling all over, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
He had seen it clearly just now; Su Wanqing's move wasn't teleportation at all, it was simply fast!
Fast to the extreme!
So fast... it was almost like teleportation!
How was this possible?
This kind of speed was absolutely not something a Qi Condensation cultivator should possess!
Han Tieyi took a deep breath, suppressing the stormy waves in his heart, and looked up at the white-clothed figure on the stone platform.
His eyes were filled with dread!
Lin Yan leaned against the stone throne, his legs crossed. A slice of green tangerine had appeared in his hand at some unknown point, and he was slowly chewing on it.
It was as if the one who just died wasn't a genius of the Han family, but a mere ant.
[Ding! Outer sect disciple Su Wanqing has killed a Han family genius. Reputation greatly increased. Sect points +100]
Whoa!
This can add points too?
Lin Yan was amused!
Han Tieyi looked at the other party's slightly upturned mouth, gritted his teeth, and cupped his hands, saying, "Senior has great means. In the Qi Condensation stage battles, my Han family admits defeat."
Lin Yan swallowed the green tangerine and gave a faint "Mm."
Han Tieyi straightened up and glanced back at Han Feng.
Han Feng's face turned blue and white. He picked up the folding fan that had fallen to the ground and strode to the center of the arena.
This time, he didn't smile, didn't mock, and didn't spout any harsh words.
His gaze swept past Su Wanqing and landed on Li Tianxing, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"Han Feng of the Han family, great perfection of Foundation Establishment, please enlighten me!"
Li Tianxing walked out from the crowd.
His pace was neither fast nor slow, his face calm, and his eyes indifferent.
He walked to the center of the arena, stood thirty feet away from Han Feng, and cupped his hands.
"Li Tianxing of the Heaven Yan Sect, mid-stage Foundation Establishment, please enlighten me."
Han Feng looked him up and down.
Mid-stage Foundation Establishment.
Two minor realms lower than himself.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief in his heart, but didn't show it on his face.
With Han Qing's disastrous example, he didn't dare to show any more contempt.
"Please!"
As soon as he spoke, Han Feng made his move.
He didn't try to win with speed like he usually did, but probed first.
Folding his fan, he tapped his toes lightly, and his figure blurred, appearing on Li Tianxing's left side, the tip of the fan pointing toward his shoulder.
The force wasn't great, the speed wasn't fast, and he held back seventy percent of his strength.
Li Tianxing turned sideways, and the tip of the fan brushed past his sleeve, missing by half an inch.
Han Feng frowned slightly and launched another attack.
The fan opened, sweeping horizontally toward Li Tianxing's waist, the speed a bit faster than the first move.
Li Tianxing took a step back. The edge of the fan swept past his abdomen, his robes lifted by the strong wind, but it didn't touch his skin.
Han Feng increased his speed.
As the folding fan opened and closed, the fan ribs acted like blades and the surface like a shield. Move after move, he grew faster and faster.
His moves were fierce and varied, sometimes striking acupoints, sometimes slashing, sometimes blocking, and sometimes feinting.
Li Tianxing could only passively defend and dodge.
Han Feng felt relieved in his heart.
Good, he doesn't have that terrifying speed.
Since he doesn't have a speed advantage, how could a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator possibly be a match for me at the great perfection of Foundation Establishment?
He no longer hesitated, his aura suddenly surging!
"Take this!"
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