The Regretful Protagonist's Final Strike, The Sea Tribe Attacks

In the center of the arena, the dust gradually settled, and four figures stood firm on the ice-crystal arena, which was in a state of utter devastation.

The air was filled with the scorching smell after the collision of spiritual powers, and the audience around the arena held their breaths.

Their gazes were firmly fixed on the last four contestants: Chu Yu and Su Bailian from the Taichu Holy Land, as well as Xiao Fei and Mo Li from the Taixuan Demon Sect.

Chu Yu was kneeling on one knee at the edge of the arena, with the thunder whip hanging by her side. The purple electric light flickering at the tip of the whip was still blinding.

There was a trace of blood trickling down the corner of her mouth, but she still straightened her back, and her eyes were as sharp as knives, staring fixedly at Su Bailian opposite her.

Su Bailian was sitting slumped on the ground, hugging her spiritual pet, Poqi, in her arms. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and her pitiful appearance made people can't help but feel pity for her.

Xiao Fei and Mo Li were leaning against the black coffin, and their auras were obviously weak. Xiao Fei was bowing his head and gasping for breath, and the evil aura on the black coffin had faded a lot.

Mo Li's hands holding the double blades were trembling slightly, obviously having consumed too much spiritual power.

In the commentary booth, Qin Luo propped his chin with one hand, his eyes swept across the arena, and his tone was a bit lazy, but he couldn't hide the hint of mockery: "Well, dear audience, the current situation is quite clear."

"Contestant Chu Yu from the Taichu Holy Land, although she has suffered a minor injury, her spiritual power is well-preserved, and the lethality of her thunder whip is still on point. She can stir up another storm at any time."

"On the other hand, on the side of the Taixuan Demon Sect, Xiao Fei and Mo Li's auras are obviously weak, and the evil aura of the black coffin is almost gone. I'm afraid they won't last long."

"What about the Dragon King Palace and the Tianhai Sect? Oh, they have been completely wiped out and have completely withdrawn from the stage."

He paused for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "It seems that in this sect competition, the title of the strongest sect will most likely fall to the Taichu Holy Land."

"Chu Yu is in a stable position this time and full of killing intent. The Taichu Holy Land is going to take the first place this time."

Su Muwan, sitting beside him, was lazily leaning back on the chair. She glanced at the arena and snorted coldly: "Stable? Not necessarily. With Chu Yu's personality, she has enough killing intent, but she is prone to be impulsive. Whether the Taichu Holy Land can top the list still depends on whether she can hold back her temper."

Hearing this, Yan Qiuyue replied with a smile: "Well, what Muwan said makes sense."

Qin Luo nodded and said deliberately or not: "However, with the current situation, as long as Chu Yu doesn't act stupidly, with just a flick of her whip, those two from the Taixuan Demon Sect will probably be finished. The Taichu Holy Land does have a high chance of winning."

The bullet comments scrolled instantly, and the audience's emotions were ignited by the commentary:

[It's a sure thing! The Taichu Holy Land is going to soar this time!]

[Chu Yu is awesome! Who dares to defy with a flick of the thunder whip?]

[The Taixuan Demon Sect is so miserable. Xiao Fei can hardly catch his breath, and Mo Li is just standing there in a daze. Hahaha!]

[The top sect is pre - determined! The Grand Primordial Holy Land is the best!]

However, as time ticked by, on the arena, Chu Yu didn't make a move for a long time.

She stood up, dragging the thunder whip on the ground, which made a harsh scraping sound.

Her eyes were not on Xiao Fei and Mo Li, but were firmly fixed on Su Bailian.

That look was full of anger, resentment, and a hint of indescribable sadness, as if she wanted to pierce Su Bailian through.

Su Bailian felt this look and trembled slightly. Tears streamed down her face.

Holding Bo Qi in her arms, she sobbed softly. Her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze caressing the lake surface: "Senior Sister Chu... I really don't know what I did wrong... Why are you looking at me like this..."

She looked up at Chu Yu with her watery eyes. Tears hung on her eyelashes, about to fall. She looked as innocent and pitiful as could be.

In the spectator stands below the arena, many people had started to whisper to each other. Some even shouted, "Don't cry, Xiaolian! Chu Yu, don't go too far!"

What's more, scolding messages like "Chu Yu, you poisonous woman!!" had already flooded the bullet - screen.

But Chu Yu seemed not to hear these voices. She walked towards Su Bailian step by step.

Each step made the arena tremble slightly. The thunder whip dragged on the ground, with electric sparks flying everywhere.

She gritted her teeth, and her voice was low but filled with uncontrollable anger: "Su Bailian, stop pretending in front of me! Do you dare to say you don't know? Do you dare to say you haven't played any tricks in the Grand Primordial Holy Land these days?"

Hearing this, Su Bailian trembled even more violently and shed even more tears. She shook her head sobbingly: "Senior Sister... I really didn't... I just want to practice hard and bring glory to our sect..."

"Bring glory to the sect?"

Chu Yu let out a cold laugh, which was sharp and harsh, as if it was going to pierce through the false calm on the arena.

"What a great way to bring glory to the sect! Then tell me, half a month ago, during the trial on Thunder Peak, why was I trapped in the Thunder Prison for three whole days and nights and almost died there? Was it you who deliberately stuffed that swapped route map into my bag?"

The whole audience was stunned. The whispering in the spectator stands gradually died down, and everyone stared with wide eyes.

Su Bailian's face turned a little pale, but she quickly regained her weak appearance. She lowered her head and sobbed: "Senior Sister... I don't know what you're talking about... That day I just wanted to help you find opportunities..."

"Find opportunities?"

Chu Yu's voice suddenly rose, filled with heart - rending anger: "Then, a month ago, during the sect grand ceremony, why did my spiritual weapon suddenly malfunction and make me lose face in front of everyone?"

"Do you dare to say that you didn't tamper with my spiritual artifact?"

"And what about the training in the Ice Cave ten days ago? Why were the guarding mechanism beasts there triggered? It almost froze me to death inside! Su Bailian, dare you say these have nothing to do with you?!"

Her voice grew louder and louder. Each sentence seemed to be squeezed out of her chest, filled with endless resentment and grievance.

The audience below the arena fell completely silent. Even the live comments paused for a few seconds before slowly scrolling again:

[What? Is it true or false? Is Su Bailian really that sinister?]

[It doesn't sound like Chu Yu is talking nonsense...]

[Wait, this is quite a big piece of gossip. I can't handle it!]

Tears were still streaming down Su Bailian's face. She looked up at Chu Yu with teary eyes, her voice trembling. "Senior sister... I really didn't... You must have misunderstood me..."

She paused for a moment, then suddenly took a deep breath and turned to the preparation area of the Taichu Holy Land in the spectator stand.

Feng Yutian, the sect master there, was frowning, looking at the arena with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Sect master..."

There was a faint trace of expectation in Su Bailian's voice. She knelt on the ground, and her tears dripped onto the arena. "Sect master, you know that I, Xiaolian, never tell lies... I really didn't do these things... You believe me, right?"

Everyone in the audience turned their gazes to Feng Yutian in unison.

Even Chu Yu looked at him.

That's right!

In this life! She wasn't going to kill Su Bailian!

Instead, she was going to expose her true face in front of everyone!

Adoptive father... If you're willing to believe me, I'm willing to stay in the Taichu Holy Land for this life!

It's just...

This sect master of the Taichu Holy Land, wearing a blue robe, exuded a majestic aura. At this moment, he slowly stood up.

His eyes first landed on Su Bailian with a hint of pity, then he turned to Chu Yu and frowned sharply.

"Chu Yu!"

Feng Yutian's voice boomed like thunder, making the air around the arena tremble slightly. "What on earth are you trying to do?!"

Chu Yu was stunned. She looked at Feng Yutian, thinking that he didn't understand, and a glimmer of expectation flashed in her eyes.

She bit her lip tightly and said in a low voice, "Sect master... Please listen to me. These days, Su Bailian, she—"

"Enough!"

Feng Yutian waved his hand abruptly, interrupting her words.

His voice was full of anger. "Chu Yu, you really disappoint me!"

"How could you frame Xiaolian like this? She's your younger sister!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Chu Yu's body stiffened suddenly, as if struck by lightning.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Feng Yutian didn't stop there. He pointed at Chu Yu and scolded, "Xiaolian has a fragile constitution and can't stand any stimulation! Don't you know that?!"

"She is naturally kind-hearted, gentle and innocent, yet you've slandered her again and again, fabricating these groundless accusations!"

"Do you have any conscience at all?!"

Su Muwan thought to herself: Naturally kind-hearted? Gentle and innocent?

In the audience, some people began to chime in. "That's right. Xiao Lian is so cute. How could she do such a thing!"

"Chu Yu is so vicious!"

The barrage on the live - stream also started to roll:

[What the Wind Sect Master said is right. Xiao Lian is so pitiful!]

[Chu Yu must be jealous. How disgusting!]

[The younger sister is so well - behaved. Why is the elder sister so cruel?]

Su Muwan thought: What the...?

Chu Yu stood on the arena. In her ears were Feng Yutian's scolding, the audience's accusations, and the overwhelming insults in the barrage.

Her eyes gradually became hollow. The thunder whip in her hand "snapped" and fell to the ground. The electric light dissipated, leaving only a deathly silence.

"Sister..."

She murmured softly, and suddenly a strange smile tugged at her lips.

The laughter was initially soft, then it grew louder and wilder, like the howl of a ghost from the depths of hell.

"Hahaha! Sister? What a good sister!"

She suddenly raised her head. Her eyes were full of bloodshot, but there was a crazy smile on her face. "Feng Yutian, you say I framed her? Hahaha! Good! Excellent! Don't you all like her?!!!"

"Don't you all think she's innocent and pitiful?"

"Then I'll let you see today whether the Taichu Holy Land can still become the strongest sect without me, Chu Yu!"

Before her words faded, she suddenly raised both hands, and the thunder light in her palms soared.

That thunder light was no longer a weapon for attack but rushed towards herself frantically.

Above the arena, thunder roared. Purple electric lights exploded around her body, like countless poisonous snakes biting her meridians.

"Chu Yu has gone crazy!"

Yan Qiuyue exclaimed and suddenly stood up.

Qin Luo narrowed his eyes and whispered, "She's going to cripple her own cultivation... Tsk - tsk..."

Su Muwan blinked her eyes and didn't care about her persona anymore.

She pointed at Chu Yu and looked at Qin Luo. "Hey, this person is at the Spiritual Source Realm, right?"

"Yeah."

Then she pointed at Su Bailian. "This person is at the Initial Glimpse Realm, right? You could say that even Bo Qi has a higher cultivation level than her now, right?"

"Yeah."

"So why..."

Slap!

Su Muwan covered her face, and her pupils dilated in shock.

Why would you, a person at the Spiritual Source Realm, be forced by someone worse than a dog to cripple your own cultivation?!

What's the point?! What's going on in your head?!

On the arena, Chu Yu's laughter became even more ear - piercing. Her body trembled in the thunder light.

Her meridians were breaking inch by inch, and spiritual energy gushed out of her body like a flood.

She raised her head and let out a hoarse roar, shouting in a frenzy, "Without me!!!"

"Taichu Holy Land will never reach the top! You fools, just regret it!"

"Hahaha!"

After the thunder light dissipated, Chu Yu's cultivation aura completely vanished.

She slumped down on the arena, with her long hair in disarray and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Yet, her eyes were fixed firmly on Feng Yutian and Su Bailian, eagerly anticipating the look of regret on their faces.

She imagined that Feng Yutian would be shocked, remorseful, and would kneel down to beg her to come back.

She imagined that the audience would gasp in surprise and regret their previous accusations.

She even imagined that Su Bailian would show a flaw and reveal the true face beneath that false mask.

However—!

There was none!!

Feng Yutian's face grew even colder. He suddenly slapped the armrest and roared angrily, "Chu Yu! You rebellious girl!!!"

"How dare you still put on an act! Do you think self - abolishing your cultivation can cover up your crimes? You're simply incorrigible!"

"The strongest sect? How could we, the Taichu Holy Land, let you slander your fellow disciples for such a vain title?!"

"Chu Yu! You've really disappointed me!"

From the spectator seats, someone shouted, "Stop pretending! Do you still want to gain sympathy?"

"Such a person should be expelled from the Taichu Holy Land!"

The barrage of comments on the screen was overwhelming:

[Chu Yu's acting skills are so bad!]

[Self - abolishing cultivation and still trying to play the victim? Disgusting!]

[The Taichu Holy Land is better off without her. Come on, Xiaolian!]

"Eh...?"

Chu Yu was stunned.

She looked at Feng Yutian's angry face, listened to the curses from the spectator seats, and felt the sarcasm in the barrage of comments. Her mind went blank.

The regret she had expected didn't come. Instead, there was deeper anger and disgust.

Why? This wasn't how the script was supposed to go...

"Ha ha..."

"Ha ha ha..."

Her laughter gradually faded and turned into a low sob.

She propped her hands on the ground, her fingernails digging into the cracks of the arena, and blood seeped out bit by bit.

She lowered her head, her long hair covering her face, and her voice trembled with despair, "You... really don't regret it?"

No one answered her.

Feng Yutian gave a cold snort, turned around, and sat back in his seat, with his back to the arena.

Su Bailian sobbed and stood up, softly saying, "Senior Sister Chu... I still hope you'll be okay..."

That gentle and cloying tone somehow won the applause of the audience.

On the arena.

Chu Yu raised her head, her eyes completely empty.

She looked at Su Bailian's tear - streaked face and Feng Yutian's determined back. Memories of her years in the Taichu Holy Land flashed through her mind.

She used to be the pride of the sect, the strongest disciple on Thunder Peak, and Feng Yutian's most promising student.

But now, she had nothing. Even her last shred of dignity was trampled to pieces.

"Regret..."

She murmured in a low voice, a self - mocking smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"I was stupid... I was so stupid..."

She slowly got up and staggered towards the edge of the arena.

On the commentary stand.

Qin Luo propped his cheek with his hand. When he looked at Chu Yu, there was a glint of playful and sinister light in his eyes.

Oh.

Idiot.

All the sect masters in the Mysterious Heaven Realm were his men. A protagonist who regretted and repented?

Just a toy.

Well, it's time to close the net.

The taste brought by the distortion of the destiny line of the chosen one... is about to lure... the arrival of the evil beings!!

The next second.

Boom!!

The sea beside the Tianhai City arena suddenly surged with towering waves.

At the same time, a sinister voice came out.

[Humans... become our food!]

Everyone was stunned.

What... happened again?