Mo Wushang’s expression wasn’t pleasant. He had mocked Ling Xiao, predicting a crushing defeat to Jian Wuji, but the situation had completely reversed.
Facing Ling Xiao, his “demon eye” had misjudged not just once, practically slapping his own face.
“Bai Qianjiao, your judgment is indeed sharp, you actually saw through Ling Xiao’s strength!” Mo Wushang said, looking at Bai Qianjiao from Group One.
Bai Qianjiao shook her head. “See through him? Impossible. This person is too terrifying. His depth and restraint make me feel fear, something I’ve only felt from the Holy Son.”
“That’s a bit exaggerated, isn’t it?” Mo Wushang said, displeased.
Bai Qianjiao ignored him, her full attention on Ling Xiao.
She had heard of him before but never paid attention, unsure of what kind of person he was.
Today, she understood, no word but “monster” could describe him.
An unfathomable, unpredictable powerhouse, that was the most terrifying kind.
Clang!
Suddenly, Qin Bixue’s blood blade unsheathed, his eyes blazing with fervor.
He loved strong opponents, relished the thrill of facing them.
Initially, he dismissed Ling Xiao, but now he was eager to fight him.
“Easy, my treasure, no rush. In the finals, you’ll get to taste that kid’s blood,” Qin Bixue said, stroking his blade with a ferocious grin. “Daring to defeat one of the Holy Dynasty’s Six Young Masters before me, you’ve already offended me.”
Some people had strange tempers. Ling Xiao had no enmity with Qin Bixue, yet defeating Jian Wuji made Qin Bixue itch with resentment.
Many noticed Qin Bixue’s reaction, shocked.
It was said Qin Bixue was the closest to Holy Son Ji Mingkong, and now even he was paying attention to Ling Xiao, proving how formidable Ling Xiao was.
Feng Yaorao glanced at the Holy Son, noticing Ji Mingkong’s eyes were closed, seemingly indifferent to the outside world.
But her keen senses detected a slight disturbance in his aura.
Ling Xiao’s rise had begun to pressure the Holy Son.
“Ling Xiao wins!”
As the judges snapped out of their shock, they finally announced the match’s result.
Ling Xiao glanced at Jian Wuji being carried away, his heart still calm.
Though his strike was heavy, it was Jian Wuji’s hatred that provoked it.
Against so many others before, Ling Xiao had never lost control like this.
As he stepped off the arena, he glanced at Qin Bixue with interest.
This man was undoubtedly the strongest after the Holy Son.
Mo Wushang wasn’t his equal.
As for Bishui Palace’s Hong Li, it was hard to say, since she hadn’t gone all out yet.
“Fine, I’ll treat you as an appetiser before facing the Holy Son. Let’s see how you perform.”
Ling Xiao smiled faintly, believing a fight with Qin Bixue would yield something.
“This guy isn’t fazed by my killing intent!”
Qin Bixue was stunned by Ling Xiao’s smile. His unsheathed blade and overwhelming killing intent had targeted Ling Xiao, yet Ling Xiao showed no fear.
“Interesting, too interesting!”
Far from intimidated, Qin Bixue grew more excited.
As Ling Xiao left the arena, many striking female disciples cast admiring glances, their faces showing rare shyness.
Some bold ones even inquired about Ling Xiao at the Yuehua Sect.
This was normal.
Ling Xiao was handsome, immensely powerful, yet cool and reserved, exuding mystery.
Such mystique was especially alluring to curious female martial artists.
The shock Ling Xiao caused eventually faded, and the competition continued.
But the following matches felt lacklustre.
Time flew, and Ling Xiao faced another opponent, one not weak at all.
It was Li Xuefeng, a Snow Mountain Sect swordsman previously thought capable of vying for a Six Young Masters seat.
Upon taking the stage, Li Xuefeng simply said three words, “I concede!”
Before Ling Xiao defeated Jian Wuji, conceding might have drawn mockery for lacking confidence.
Now, no one ridiculed him.
Conceding to Ling Xiao seemed normal.
The judges nodded, acknowledging it.
With such strength and Jian Wuji’s sorry state, unless utterly confident, no one wanted to face this monster Ling Xiao, who was too ferocious.
Better to save energy for other fights.
Even losing to Ling Xiao, Li Xuefeng’s strength likely ensured his advancement, as he was among Group Two’s top tier.
While Group Two’s battles raged, Group One finally saw a clash of titans.
“Qin Bixue versus Hong Sanmei!”
Another showdown between the new generation and the Holy Dynasty’s Six Young Masters.
Before, only Ling Xiao had defeated Jian Wuji, while others lost to the Six.
This battle, Qin Bixue versus Hong Sanmei, drew much attention.
Qin Bixue was considered the strongest of the new generation, followed by Hong Li, then Ling Xiao, and then Long Chen.
He had a chance to beat Hong Sanmei, making this fight highly anticipated.
All eyes in the stands turned to Group One’s arena.
Both fighters were top young talents, promising a spectacular match.
Hong Sanmei, a core disciple of Xuanhuo Sect, ranked fifth among the Six Young Masters, a top contender for this title.
Qin Bixue, a core disciple of Blood Blade Sect, ranked top ten in the last Martial Arts Festival finals when he was younger, now far stronger.
“Who do you think will win?” spectators began discussing.
“Definitely Hong Sanmei. One Ling Xiao is enough, the Six Young Masters aren’t easily defeated. Surpassing them is too hard.”
“Hmph, not necessarily. Qin Bixue’s strength is beyond your imagination. Last festival, he was young but showed astonishing talent. I’d say he has a strong chance to beat Hong Sanmei.”
“True, years between tournaments bring big changes. I’m excited to see if Qin Bixue can show talent as shocking as Ling Xiao’s.”
