The conversation had taken place quickly, every word spoken with the full confidence that Qi Yanren would become the center of attention in the arena. They knew that if he truly stepped forward, this battle would be one of the moments to be remembered. However, before their discussion could go any further, the Heavenly Sword God Emperor, seated in the seat of honor, slightly raised his hand. That gesture was immediately followed by the Elder who presided over the match. The Elder’s voice echoed across the arena, cutting their conversation short. “Now the event will enter its final stage. Whoever survives until the end will face Young Lady Ziyan Rouxi. This is to remove any doubts about the Young Lady holding the title of Holy Princess. So you can see for yourselves whether the Young Lady is worthy of bearing that title!” The stands instantly erupted in noise. The crowd’s cheers surged like waves sweeping through the entire arena. Curiosity swelled within their chests. At last, they

Gong Taipeng had not yet released his next technique when Ziyan Rouxi suddenly appeared at his side, walking in the air with light steps as if treading solid ground. Her movement left almost no trace, like water flowing without a sound, yet the distance she closed was so fast that it seemed to deceive the eyes of the spectators. Without giving him the slightest room to breathe, countless red roses struck both his shoulders and both his legs at the same time. BAANG! BAANG! BAANG! BAANG! The sound of the impacts shattered the air, echoing through every corner of the arena, causing many spectators to instinctively hold their breath. “Aaahhh!!!” Gong Taipeng’s scream pierced the air, filled with bone-deep agony. Those four blows crushed his body in an instant. Both his arms and legs were severed in a sequence of movements almost too fast for the untrained eye to follow. His body spun uncontrollably in the air before crashing down like a puppet with its strings cut. Blood sprayed wildly,

Qiu Chanfeng stood casually, looking at Qi Yanren from head to toe. “You indeed had the qualifications to voice an objection. But are you sure you want to fight me?” “Of course I am sure,” Qi Yanren replied in a calm tone, as if the question did nothing to disturb his confidence. “Oh, but I must warn you. This is no longer a competition match—this is a battle of pride! I will not allow anyone to doubt my decision to marry Ziyan Rouxi. If anyone questions it, my hands and feet have no eyes, so sometimes I end up beating someone to death.” “Young Master Qiu Chanfeng, I have heard of your reputation. But I am sorry, I am not the least bit afraid of you!” BOOM!!! Without warning, Qiu Chanfeng released his aura. A wave of power burst out from his body, revealing his rank as the twelfth True God. That aura then surged sharply, leaping eight ranks at once, reaching the fifth rank of the Immortal God. The pressure made some spectators sitting too close unconsciously hold their breath. T

However, the Qilin’s claw rose once more and delivered its final strike. BAAANG!!! The impact shattered the last golden sword, but this time its fragments did not vanish. Every shard of the blade transformed into countless small swords, their numbers beyond measure, like hundreds of millions of blades spinning wildly in the air. In an instant, a tornado formation of swords took shape, trapping Qiu Chanfeng from every direction. The rotation was so fast it formed a golden vortex capable of grinding down anything caught within. The small swords struck all at once from every direction, creating a curtain of death that even the surrounding space was carved away. The attack was the extreme embodiment of destruction, enough to erase an entire region from the world map. However, Qiu Chanfeng only let out a light snort. From his body, golden light flared once more, and then another Qilin appeared—this one perfect, with a body covered entirely in shimmering scales radiating unshakable powe

"Qiu Chanfeng, even a small bird, after years, could soar across the skies—how much more so for me! So do not speak of the past. I am no longer the same as I was before!” BOOM! An explosion of aura spread from Siyuan Xianzhi’s body. His cultivation realm, rank thirteen True God, flared without hesitation. But that was not what shocked the crowd—in an instant, he raised his realm by eight whole ranks, reaching rank six Immortal God, equal to Qiu Chanfeng. Qiu Chanfeng’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “I do not know how someone as weak as you suddenly attained such a realm. But I do not care. In the past, I could make you miserable. And now will be no different. Are you ready to fight?” “Qiu Chanfeng, come!” “Hahaha, you are bold enough!” BUZZ! The air in front of Qiu Chanfeng trembled violently, like water touched by an invisible vortex. From the ripples, the image of a Qilin’s head slowly emerged—exactly the same as the one he had used to defeat Qi Yanren. But this time, the aura of