Published: February 25, 2025
“Disciple obeys.” Nangong Yuqin took a deep breath and gracefully ascended the high platform.
The disciples of the divine soul celestial palace looked at Nangong Yuqin with admiration, and they all exclaimed:
“Great! With our saintess fighting, we are sure to win the second round!”
“Absolutely! With her strength, victory is guaranteed!”
Nangong Yuqin stood confidently on the platform, the aura of a saintess radiating from her. The crowd fell silent, their eyes fixed on her.
As the match began, she summoned her Flying Sword, which glimmered with a sharp light, ready to strike at any moment.
“Let’s see who dares to challenge the saintess of our palace!” one disciple shouted enthusiastically.
The opponent stepped forward, clearly intimidated but determined to fight. The atmosphere grew tense as the two prepared for battle.
With a swift movement, Nangong Yuqin unleashed her sword aura, the air crackling with spiritual power swirling around her.
The opponent tried to counter, but it was evident that Nangong Yuqin's strength surpassed theirs.
“Such incredible skill! The heart of primordial chaos god-slaying sword formation!” someone gasped in awe.
The duel continued, each attack more powerful than the last, until finally, with a decisive strike, Nangong Yuqin emerged victorious.
Cheers erupted from the disciples, celebrating their saintess’s triumph.
Nangong Yuqin, with a slight smile, looked back at her fellow disciples.
“Let’s keep pushing forward. We aim for victory in this tournament!” she declared, her confidence inspiring everyone around her.
With renewed determination, the disciples rallied behind their saintess, ready for the challenges ahead.
"Don’t forget, our saintess is a once-in-a-millennium genius of our divine soul celestial palace!"
"..."
The voices of pride from the disciples of the divine soul celestial palace reached the ears of Zhong Wu Shiyao and Xue Ziyan. If Tan Yun hadn't suggested that Zhong Wu Shiyao participate, Xue Ziyan would have genuinely wanted to compete with Nangong Yuqin!
"I'll battle her!" The intense fighting spirit revealed in Zhong Wu Shiyao's beautiful eyes made her want to leap onto the high platform.
"Qinger, I command you to win the second round, or you will face severe punishment!" This sentence lingered in Tan Yun's mind for a long time. He reached out to pull Zhong Wu Shiyao back, "Shiyao, I've fought her before; she is very powerful. Let me handle it!"
"I'll listen to you." Zhong Wu Shiyao nodded slightly and warned, "Be careful."
"Mm." Tan Yun nodded and, light as a swallow, leaped onto the high platform to face Nangong Yuqin from a distance.
On the pavilion, Dantai Xuanzhong suddenly stood up, his gaze filled with anticipation. "Tan Yun, you must remember, our sect has not won against the divine soul celestial palace for forty thousand years!"
"I can reassure you, sovereign. Promise me you will win; you must win!"
A trace of barely perceptible hesitation flashed in Tan Yun's eyes, and he bowed, "I will do my best!"
"Good! With your word, I feel at ease!" Dantai Xuanzhong chuckled, as if he could already see Tan Yun defeating Nangong Yuqin and breaking the nightmare of losing for forty thousand years for Huangfu Sacred Sect!
At this moment, Zhuge Yu's lips curled slightly in a smirk, and she thought, “This palace master just said that if Qinger loses, she will face severe punishment.”
"This palace master predicts that Tan Yun has feelings for Qinger ninety percent of the time; with his nature, he definitely won’t win."
"Even if Tan Yun doesn't like Qinger and is willing to fight for the honor of Huangfu Sacred Sect, this palace master still doesn’t believe he could have beaten her even once over ten years ago. Today, he certainly won't win!"
As the saying goes, the older the ginger, the spicier it is, and this applies perfectly to Zhuge Yu.
She was certain the second round would be won by the divine soul celestial palace!
"Saintess, kill Tan Yun!"
"Saintess, you must kill him!"