"Long Qianyao"
The mont he heard that na, Qingyi raised his head, interrupting his silent ditation.
Finally, a fight he was interested in.
With one smooth movent, Qianyao took to the air, landing elegantly on one side of the large silver concrete platform.
Her beautiful golden eyes analyzed her opponent coldly while her slender, delicate fingers moved to the handle of her enormous sword, holding it firmly.
Her opponent landed silently on the other side of the platform. Long, pure white wings appeared on his back, their gentle beats making the air around him move as his long golden hair fluttered.
He was a mber of the eagle people, a young man of great arrogance and beauty.
"Young Miss Qianyao, I apologize for my rudeness, but don't feel bad... I can buy you a nice al when we're done." The young man from the eagle people flashed a big smile, but Qianyao's face remained impassive.
It was as if she only had an annoying insect screaming at her.
The young eagle's face darkened slightly, but he suppressed his bitterness.
What woman could resist him?
He readied himself, his wings flapping violently, his figure turning into nothing but an obscure blur.
'I just need to show her my power,' the young man thought, a dagger appearing in his hand as his body appeared next to Qianyao.
The second before he hit her, Qianyao turned her face, moving her huge sword at an absurd speed, a slight hint of contempt appearing on her lips.
The young man from the eagle people barely had ti to react. A deep pain reached his head, his whole body being thrown to the ground by a power of tons.
The marble beneath his feet cracked, forming a deep crater.
"Weak..." Qianyao muttered coldly, drawing the sword to herself again and leaving that young man's unconscious figure behind.
That had been a shaful defeat, enough to make the patriarch of the eagle people next to Tai'Ren cover his face in sha and disappointnt.
His son hadn't even been able to use his bloodline, defeated with a single blow from the side of Qianyao's sword.
She hadn't even used the edge of the blade! Why did she have to defeat him so disrespectfully?
"Get rid of the bad seeds, my friend. Your younger son looks much more promising than this one.
Does he even train? Or does he just hang out with prostitutes all day?" Tai'Ren patted his friend on the shoulder, who just sighed.
Tai'Ren wasn't wrong.
Qingyi, unaware of this exchange, just watched Qianyao return to where the other competitors were.
Her body landing elegantly next to him, her natural floral fragrance imdiately enveloping him.
They didn't exchange a word, just watching the battles unfold.
Naturally, these were high-level battles between immortal heaven geniuses, all with at least mortal-grade lineages and so, the rarest and most powerful, with sky-grade and even transcendent-grade lineages.
Qingyi's next enemy was one of these incomparable talents, a young man from the lion people, great allies of the cat people.
He had sharp claws and long golden hair that surrounded his face like a beautiful, elegant mane. His body was much taller and more powerful than the average cat beastman.
"I've heard rumors about you..." The young lion whispered, raising a single hand. A mighty axe appeared in his grip as he landed on the platform.
"It's not just anyone who could screw with that bastard Lioran and his father."
"Annoying flies," Qingyi replied, landing on the opposite side and drawing his heaven-defying thunder sword.
"Annoying flies? Hahahaha!" The young lion laughed. "It's not just anyone who has the nerve to talk like that about an expert from the Immortal Emperor realm."
His handso, brutish face revealed a friendly smile. "I like you. Don't let down."
On his back, the huge figure of a lion with a flaming golden coat appeared.
Its thunderous roar took over the arena, only suppressed when Qingyi also acted, calling out to his own lineage.
"I should be the one to say that." Qingyi returned the smile, the black dragon appearing with equal majesty.
Its roar was superior to the lion's, its beautiful purple eyes sweeping over everyone there, as deep as Qingyi's own.
In the next mont, they both advanced. Qingyi's body turned into lightning while the young lion's body was engulfed in flas.
The two t exactly in the middle of the arena. The impact between the heaven-defying thunder sword and the young lion's axe created a devastating shockwave.
"Ugh... to overco such a difference in cultivation and even bloodline... You really are a heaven-chosen genius, aren't you? Hahaha!" The young lion laughed.
His muscles were burning, all his power focused on that single attack.
The tal of his axe was already showing signs of weakness in the face of the heaven-defying thunder sword, covered in sword Qi and lightning Qi.
"I wouldn't consider myself to be chosen by the heavens, hahaha," Qingyi gave a muffled chuckle, also feeling the pressure.
The lineage of the dragon god of corruption was practically invincible, even against lineages of higher level, but it was still frustrating to fight against people of higher cultivation and similar grade.
Putting all his strength out, he covered his body with black scales, pushing the young lion back and retreating.
He readied his sword, with the power of lightning gathering around it without stopping.
That wasn't a skill he had learned, just sothing Qingyi wanted to test.
He carefully controlled the flow of Qi around his sword, keeping all the sword's Qi exactly at the sharp point while the lightning Qi took over the rest of the blade, strengthening it as much as possible.
Underneath it all, he moved his Qi of fire, focusing on heating the blade as much as he could.
The purplish-silver tal soon took on a slightly reddish color.
'Can you take it, Ruxue?' Qingyi asked ntally.
"That's the best steel in heaven, don't worry about the heat, fufufu~~." Ruxue replied, her intoxicatingly sweet laugh taking over Qingyi's mind.
Unfortunately, he didn't have much ti to enjoy it and soon realized that the young lion was also preparing sothing.
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