I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

"What kind of bloodline is this?!" On the viewing platform, the eyes of the powerful figures from the Dao Alliance flashed with surprise.

Below the arena, Chu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Has the Sacred Vein awakened...?"

The Snow Moon Fairy was surrounded by countless rays of light, her aura rising steadily. She raised her jade hand and pointed at Nangong Yue from afar.

"The Holy King's Finger!"

That slender, jade-like finger seemed to transform into the sharpest weapon in the world at that moment. A dazzling golden finger beam pierced through the void, carrying a terrifying power that could suppress everything, and shot towards Nangong Yue.

A hint of seriousness finally appeared on Nangong Yue's usually icy face.

"Mystic Ice Sacred Body, activate!"

She let out a delicate shout, and her long black hair instantly turned ice-blue, countless mysterious ice crystal runes appearing on her skin. A purer and more domineering chill surged from within her!

"Sacred vein against sacred body, interesting." Chu Feng smiled faintly as he watched this scene.

"Freeze the world!"

Nangong Yue formed hand seals, and a huge ice mirror, condensed from extreme cold, was placed in front of her.

boom!!!

The golden finger beam collided violently with the ice mirror!

A terrifying energy storm swept out, causing the entire arena to tremble violently.

Click!

A fine crack appeared on the ice mirror.

But that's all.

The next second, Nangong Yue's figure disappeared from the spot, and when she reappeared, she was already behind Xueyue Fairy, and with a hand chop, she accurately slashed the back of her neck.

Snow Moon Fairy's vision went black, and her body went limp as she collapsed.

Just as she was about to fall to the ground, a figure appeared behind her like a ghost and gently pulled her into an embrace.

It was Chu Feng.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a low voice.

Snow Moon Fairy shook her head, her face pale, but her eyes held a hint of resentment.

Chu Feng looked up at Nangong Yue on the arena and smiled meaningfully.

Nangong Yue snorted coldly and did not make another move. Seeing this, Wu Tong also wisely jumped off the stage.

Group 1, Nangong Yuesheng.

Soon, the second group took the stage.

The focus of this group is undoubtedly Luo Qingyao, and Ling Yun of the Lingxu Sword Sect, who is hailed as the number one swordsman of the younger generation.

At the start of the match, Ling Yun didn't even draw his sword. He just stood there quietly, and an invisible yet incomparably sharp sword intent emanated from his body.

That sword intent was domineering and sharp, as if it could sever a person's soul!

On the arena, apart from the young master of Tianling Sect who held the feather fan and Luo Qingyao, everyone else turned pale under the pressure of that sword intent, retreated in horror, and finally jumped off the arena unwillingly.

Just like the first group, only three people remained at this moment.

Without hesitation, Luo Qingyao drew her sword first.

His cultivation at the ninth level of the Cave Heaven Realm erupted in full force. The longsword in his hand emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, transforming into a streak of light that pierced straight into the clouds.

However, facing this fierce sword strike, Ling Yun simply raised his right hand casually, pointed his fingers like a sword, and flicked them lightly into the air.

Ding!

A crisp sound.

Luo Qingyao felt an overwhelming force coming from the tip of the sword, and she and the sword were shaken back more than ten steps, her blood and qi surging.

"Too weak." Ling Yun shook his head, his eyes showing not a ripple of emotion.

"It's not over yet!"

Luo Qingyao gritted her teeth, a resolute glint in her eyes.

She took a deep breath and suddenly unleashed a sword technique!

In an instant, the sword light flowed like water, continuous and unbroken, sometimes as gentle as spring rain, sometimes as violent as raging waves. Profound sword energy intertwined to form an impenetrable net, completely enveloping Lingyun!

"Huh? This swordsmanship..."

On the viewing platform, countless sword cultivators' eyes lit up, revealing expressions of surprise and doubt.

"What exquisite swordsmanship! This skill is at least of the Royal Rank!"

"This is extraordinary!" Even the enchantress in Chu Feng's mind let out a soft exclamation. "This sword technique contains a trace of the true meaning of the Great Dao, and it is definitely not something from this lower realm."

Faced with this sudden and exquisite sword move, Ling Yun's usually calm face finally showed a hint of surprise.

He no longer dared to be arrogant; with a clang, the ancient sword on his back was drawn from its sheath!

A simple, unadorned sword light appeared, yet it was as elusive as a gazelle hanging its horns, leaving no trace, and precisely struck the weak point of Luo Qingyao's sword net.

boom!

The sword net shattered instantly.

Luo Qingyao was struck dumb, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and her body flew backward uncontrollably.

"You're quite good." Ling Yun sheathed his sword, looked at Luo Qingyao who was struggling to get up, and gave his first evaluation, "But, that's all."

His aura exploded at that moment!

The Realm of No Form!

"Sigh, they really don't know how to cherish a beautiful woman." The young master of the Heavenly Spirit Sect sighed, waving his feather fan, then gracefully walked to Luo Qingyao's side, extended his hand, and smiled gently, "Miss, are you alright?"

Luo Qingyao ignored him, stubbornly stood up on her own, hugged her sword, and walked off the stage without saying a word.

Her silhouette looked somewhat desolate.

"I thought I was just a little worse than you." She walked up to Chu Feng, head down, her voice muffled. "Now it seems that my cultivation is nothing in front of true geniuses."

"So you're already discouraged?" Chu Feng smiled.

"I won't be discouraged!" Luo Qingyao suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes rekindling with fire. "I will definitely become stronger!"

On the arena, Ling Yun glanced at the young master of the Heavenly Spirit Sect.

The latter immediately raised his hands, shook his head and laughed, "You freak, I'm not fighting anymore, I admit defeat." After saying that, he jumped off the stage with a flourish.

In the second group, Ling Yun won.

In the third group, Yan Zhan was defeated by the young master of the Huangji Sect.

Then, in the fourth group, Ling'er took the stage.

As soon as Ling'er stepped onto the stage, before her opponent could react, a glint of dark light flashed in her big, dark eyes.

call--

An invisible poisonous fog instantly enveloped the entire area.

Pfft!Pfft!

The dozen or so opponents, without even uttering a sound, foamed at the mouth, convulsed, and collapsed to the ground, completely incapacitated.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone who looked at the innocent-looking little girl felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

Ling'er wins in Group 5.

Next, it was the fifth group's turn.

When Chu Feng's name was called, the atmosphere in the entire venue instantly reached a climax.

Chu Feng ignored those gazes, took a step forward, and his figure appeared in the center of the arena.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he felt a cold, violent, and deathly gaze fixed on him.

It was that cloaked youth from the Misty Rain Pavilion!

The other person was in the same group as him.

Just then, a burly figure strode up to Chu Feng. It was none other than Wu Kuang, the prodigy of the Leizhou Wu family, who possessed superhuman strength.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and looked at Chu Feng with high spirits: "I've heard you're very strong. Today, it's a good day for me to learn a thing or two!"

He was just about to make a move.

He's mine.

A hoarse, cold voice, unlike that of a living person, suddenly rang out.

The young man from Yanyu Pavilion had appeared beside Wu Kuang at some point.

Wu Kuang frowned, sensing the nauseating death aura emanating from the other party, and said with disgust, "Where did this inhuman bastard come from? Get the hell out of my way!"

A flash of violence crossed the boy's scarlet eyes.

He moved.

Without any warning, a pale, bloodless hand, carrying a dense aura of death, struck Wu Kuang directly in the chest.

Wu Kuang's expression changed drastically. He could feel that this palm strike contained a terrifying power that was enough to threaten his life!

He roared, unleashing his innate superhuman strength, and crossed his arms to protect his chest.

boom!!!

A muffled thud.

Wu Kuang's towering body was actually blasted away, carving a long furrow in the hard arena.

The young man, seizing the advantage, pressed his advantage and, in a flash, was about to give chase and kill.

Just then, a figure suddenly blocked Wu Kuang's path, staring at the young man; it was Chu Feng.

Wu Kuang struggled to his feet, looking at the young man with a grave expression. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Chu Feng and said in a deep voice, "Thank you! This guy is no ordinary person; be careful!"

Chu Feng looked at the young man in front of him and smiled, "You're quite interesting."

Below the arena, the White Eagle Protector's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he gave orders to the young man.

"Kill him."