Bai Feifei’s attacks grew faster, but Ling Xiao’s movements were too uncanny. He shifted between swift and slow, sometimes halting abruptly, yet her musical notes couldn’t touch him, not even grazing his sleeve.
As the notes slowed, Bai Feifei, slightly breathless, ceased her assault. Only then did Ling Xiao stop, his form solidifying, revealing that infuriatingly calm face.
Bai Feifei stood there, chest heaving, her sword-holding hand trembling.
Clearly, unleashing powerful sword techniques twice had drained her immensely.
“It’s about time to end this fight!”
Seeing her state, Ling Xiao flashed a knowing smile.
Bai Feifei was livid. Was this guy up to another trick?
Ling Xiao didn’t care what she thought.
Against someone stronger, the strategy was to avoid their edge, wear down their spirit, and deplete their true essence.
Then, at the right moment, strike with overwhelming force to crush them.
That moment had come!
He assumed an attack stance, sheathing his Ice Dragon Sword.
Gripping the Thunder Shadow Sword tightly with both hands, he aimed it at Bai Feifei.
She didn’t rush to attack. In truth, she couldn’t—she needed to recover and planned to stall.
“Junior Brother Ling, honestly, dodging my two lethal attacks was beyond my expectations!
But do you think you can keep evading?
Let me tell you, your movement technique, though clever, revealed its weakness when you used your sword move.
If you persist, I’ll use an even stronger technique I’ve just mastered. I can’t even control it myself. If it kills you, don’t blame me!”
Bai Feifei’s attitude shifted like summer weather.
Moments ago, she was out for blood; now she called him “Junior Brother,” sending chills down Ling Xiao’s spine, goosebumps littering the floor.
Did this foolish woman think she could stall or make him underestimate her?
The more she spoke, the more she betrayed her lack of confidence.
Ling Xiao was certain—the perfect moment to end the fight had arrived.
He smiled faintly, “Thanks for the kindness, Senior Sister, but it’s too late!”
Bai Feifei’s pretty face twisted with rage, her body trembling with fury.
This Ling Xiao dared to disrespect her, refusing to play along!
Damn it, if he wanted mutual destruction, so be it!
Losing her composure, forgetting her earlier exhaustion, she prepared a sudden strike to kill him.
“Ignorant fool, die!”
Bai Feifei stepped forward.
Heavenly Sound Step!
Her form vanished, reappearing ten feet from Ling Xiao. In terms of speed, she was even slightly faster than his Cloud Dragon Divine Step, though less unpredictable.
A cold smirk crossed Ling Xiao’s lips.
Yet, paradoxically, his face showed shock, his body retreating frantically, eyes filled with panic.
He swung his Thunder Shadow Sword, weaving a net of sword qi to shield himself, as if forgetting his cultivation was far inferior, unable to clash directly.
“Fool!”
Bai Feifei cursed inwardly, pleased she’d saved her Heavenly Sound Step for last. It clearly caught Ling Xiao off guard—perfect.
Her longsword flicked, piercing the sword net Ling Xiao had woven.
With her cultivation, she feared no direct confrontation!
Her blade was about to break through and strike him.
But then, she heard Ling Xiao’s laughter, tinged with triumph.
Something was wrong!
Her instincts screamed she’d been tricked!
But how? She had no idea!
Another clone?
Impossible—this was definitely his real body!
“Foolish woman, look around!”
Ling Xiao’s icy voice rang out.
Before she could, a deafening roar of beasts erupted across the arena.
It was as if countless creatures wailed in unison, a sound that could shatter one’s mind.
Then, Bai Feifei saw an unbelievable sight.
Countless beasts—wild, demonic, ferocious, and vile—charged at her from all sides. She tried to flee, but her body was frozen, as if bound by something.
“My Ten Thousand Beasts Blood Refining Array wasn’t set up for nothing. Now it’s time to shine!”
Ling Xiao sneered inwardly.
He’d never planned to face Bai Feifei head-on. He just wanted to win, by any means necessary, no matter how or what.
To the spectators, Bai Feifei was inches from striking Ling Xiao but suddenly froze. She dropped her sword, clutching her head and screaming in agony.
They couldn’t understand what was happening.
They couldn’t see the illusion of the Ten Thousand Beasts Blood Refining Array.
“Feifei, you’ve disappointed me!”
Just as Ling Xiao was poised to secure victory, Supreme Leader Chang Yue Li spoke.
Her words seemed to scold Bai Feifei, but in truth, she used her powerful soul force to shatter Ling Xiao’s illusion.
In that instant, Bai Feifei snapped out of it, shocked and furious at repeatedly falling into Ling Xiao’s traps.
Enraged by his cunning, she raised her hand, and her Demonic Sound Sword flew back to her.
She swung wildly, her body enveloped in a barrier of musical notes.
But Ling Xiao was in trouble.
With the array’s illusion broken by Chang Yue Li, he suffered a soul attack from a Cave Heaven Realm expert.
He spat out blood.
“Damn you, Chang Yue Li! As Supreme Leader, you’re utterly shameless!”
Without hesitation, Ling Xiao cursed at her.
Chang Yue Li had assumed her intervention would go unchallenged, that Ling Xiao would swallow his loss. She hadn’t expected his audacity—he didn’t care who she was and held nothing back.
Her aged face flushed red.
“You old hag, living so long yet sneaking an attack on a junior! Good thing you’re not Yuehua Sect’s leader, or the sect would have no future!”
