A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

The atmosphere on the arena was tense and deadly.

Qin Wushuang wore a light blue dress and stood tall, like a plum blossom braving the snow.

The long sword in her hand pointed diagonally at the ground, its blade gleaming with a chilling light in the morning glow.

Across from him, Zhou Lang grinned maliciously, holding a spiked mace in his hand.

"Your junior sister wasn't very tough yesterday. I wasn't even done with it before she was crippled."

Zhou Lang licked his lips. "Today, I'll poke dozens of holes in you, my senior sister!"

Qin Wushuang did not respond.

Only the knuckles of the hand holding the sword were slightly white.

"The competition begins!"

The presiding elder finished speaking.

call out!

Qin Wushuang moved.

There was no probing, no holding back; the attack was a killing blow!

She moved like lightning, covering a distance of three zhang, her longsword transforming into a streak of light, piercing straight for Zhou Lang's throat!

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

The pupils of the crowd below the stage suddenly contracted.

"What a fast sword!"

"Qin Wushuang is going to kill someone!"

Zhou Lang's expression also changed slightly.

But he was a highly skilled cultivator and reacted extremely quickly, blocking the attack with his spiked club.

clang!

Qin Wushuang used the momentum to flip over, spinning in mid-air, her longsword flashing like a rain of pear blossoms, unleashing thirteen sword strikes in the blink of an eye!

Every sword strike is aimed directly at the vital point!

"You want to kill me? Do you even have the ability?!"

Zhou Lang laughed wildly, his spiked club swirling into a dark red whirlwind that blocked all the sword light.

The dense sounds of collisions were like a torrential downpour.

The two separated immediately upon contact, each taking three steps back.

Qin Wushuang sheathed his sword and stood there, a drop of blood sliding down the tip of the sword.

Zhou Lang looked down at his chest; a small hole had been pierced in his clothes, from which crimson blood seeped.

"That's interesting."

His eyes turned cold. "But that's all!"

Zhou Lang understood that he could break through Zhou Lang's physically strong defenses with his sword.

Clearly, Qin Wushuang's strength far surpasses that of her junior sister, Liu Yue.

But that's not enough to be arrogant in front of him!

next second.

His muscles bulged, and a violent aura erupted from him.

"Blood Wolf Slash!"

The spiked club slashed down from mid-air, and a blood-red wolf shadow leaped out, roaring as it pounced on Qin Wushuang!

"The moon sets!"

Qin Wushuang slashed his longsword diagonally, the sword light like a waning moon falling, poignant yet resolute.

boom!

The two collided, exploding into a blinding flash of light.

The bluestone floor of the arena was cracked with fissures.

Qin Wushuang took five steps back, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Zhou Lang only took two steps back, sneering, "Is that all you've got? You dare to come for revenge?"

He was relentless in his pursuit of power, wielding his spiked club wildly, each strike faster than the last, each blow potentially fatal.

Qin Wushuang gritted his teeth and took the hit head-on, his sword light swirling, creating layers of sword curtains around him.

Clang clang clang—!

The sticks and swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

Qin Wushuang was forced to retreat steadily, his arm went numb, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood stained the hilt of his sword.

"Go, senior!"

Liu Yue's eyes were red and she screamed hoarsely.

Her path to enlightenment was almost severed. Seeing her senior sister risking her life for her, she felt both moved and worried.

"Senior Sister, be careful!"

Other Xuantian Sect disciples also shouted in unison.

On the high platform, Master Xuanming stared intently at the arena, his fists clenched in his sleeves, a fine sheen of sweat on his clenched fists.

Qin Wushuang was his most prized disciple, possessing exceptional talent and unwavering resolve.

Her cultivation level was comparable to Zhou Lang's.

One is simply an offensive defense, while the other is a defensive offense, and both are physically formidable.

This battle was dangerous!

If they lose, the Xuantian Sect will lose all face in front of the Zhengyang Sect.

"Senior sister..."

Luo Jiyao clenched her hands tightly.

On the arena, Qin Wushuang had retreated to the edge.

"it's over!"

A cruel glint flashed in Zhou Lang's eyes as he raised his spiked club high, the club gleaming with a bloody light.

"Blood Wolf Devours the Heavens!"

He swung the staff.

The blood-red wolf shadow swelled several times its original size, opening its blood-red maw to devour Qin Wushuang!

Qin Wushuang stopped retreating and instead charged forward into the face of the blade!

"Has Qin Wushuang gone mad?!"

"Ha, they've only brought this upon themselves!"

"Exactly! Even against a half-step Golden Core expert, Senior Brother Zhou has the ability to fight!"

People in the audience kept snickering.

Luo Fan's eyes narrowed, and he exclaimed in surprise, as if he had seen through Qin Wushuang's intentions.

Suddenly, Qin Wushuang's figure blurred, turning into three afterimages that stabbed at Zhou Lang from three directions!

Zhou Lang sneered, his stance unchanged, still slashing towards the figure in the middle.

puff!

The light from the staff flashed, leaving shattered afterimages.

"What?!"

Zhou Lang's expression changed slightly.

"Here."

A cold voice came from the left.

Qin Wushuang's true form appeared to his left at some point, her long sword thrusting straight at his left rib!

Zhou Lang wanted to defend, but could only manage to turn around in his haste.

laugh!

The longsword pierced his left rib, and blood splattered.

"ah--!"

With a scream from Zhou Lang, he swung his spiked club backhand.

Qin Wushuang withdrew his sword and retreated, the tip of the staff almost grazing her chest.

The sharp wind stung that patch of skin, causing a dull ache.

If it gets hit, it will surely become a deflated balloon.

Luo Fan watched this unfold and couldn't help but feel worried for her.

Luo Jiyao and the others were so angry that they couldn't help but curse, "Shameless!"

Zhou Lang didn't care; he seemed to have gone mad.

The undulating attacks, though each wave stronger than the last, were incredibly chaotic in their rhythm.

He completely lost his mind under Qin Wushuang's sword, filled only with overwhelming killing intent.

He just wanted to tear the woman in front of him to pieces and pierce her through and through again with the spiked club in his hand.

In contrast, Qin Wushuang.

Despite being overwhelmed by the intense attacks and feeling her blood churning, she managed to maintain her composure.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, raised her longsword again, and shouted, "Mysterious Heaven Sword Technique, Seven Stars Alignment!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Seven sword beams shot out in succession, each aimed at Zhou Lang's vital points.

"Blood Wolf Protection!"

Zhou Lang roared wildly, his body radiating a brilliant crimson light, transforming into a blood-red wolf shadow that protected him within it.

Puff puff puff!

The sword light pierced the wolf shadows, shattering them one by one.

"Hahaha! You think you can break through my Blood Wolf Protection?!"

"It's just a tortoise shell, nothing to brag about."

Qin Wushuang raised his longsword high, and a dazzling sword light shot into the sky, as if to cleave the sky in two!

"Mysterious Heaven Moon Slash!"

boom!

This sword strike landed squarely on the blood-red wolf shadow.

Click!

Cracks gradually appeared in the wolf shadow's defenses.

Zhou Lang's expression changed drastically.

Qin Wushuang strikes again!

Click!

The crack widened.

"Break it!"

The third sword!

Snapped-!

The blood-red wolf shadow shattered with a crash.

puff!

Zhou Lang spat out blood and flew backward.

He actually twisted his body forcefully in mid-air, sweeping his spiked club to force back Qin Wushuang, who was aggressively pursuing him.

The two landed on the ground, panting heavily.

Qin Wushuang's face was pale.

His right hand, gripping the sword, trembled slightly, and drops of blood from the split tiger's mouth fell onto the arena.

Zhou Lang was in an even worse state; his left rib wound was bleeding profusely, and he was barely breathing.

They are unlikely to have the strength to fight again!

"You...are very good."

Zhou Lang did not stop there; he looked even more insane.

He took out a blood-red pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

"Blood Explosion Pill!"

Luo Fan frowned.

This thing is not as effective as the Blood Burning Pill.

Correspondingly, it does not cause as much harm as the Blood Burning Pill, but it will still damage the foundation.

However, this week, Wolf focused on body refinement, so this kind of pill was like a tonic for him.

"Qin Wushuang is in danger."

Bai Jie said softly.

Luo Fan nodded and sighed, "She won't admit defeat."

On the arena.

After taking the pill, Zhou Lang's aura became even more ferocious!

His eyes were bloodshot, and his veins were bulging all over his body, making him look like a real blood wolf.

"die!"

The spiked club in Zhou Lang's hand hummed as it slammed down on Qin Wushuang with tremendous force!

Qin Wushuang avoided the attack, his sword light swirling, creating layers of sword curtains in front of him.

It lasted only a few breaths before the sword curtain shattered layer by layer.

Qin Wushuang retreated repeatedly, and with each step back, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"You little wench, let's see how many hits you can take!"

He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and lunged forward, hacking wildly with his long club.

In an instant, Qin Wushuang's situation became extremely precarious, and he was forced to defend himself.

"Senior Sister!"

"Senior Sister Qin!"

Looking at her swaying figure, her pale face, and the blood constantly spilling from the corner of her mouth.

The members of the Xuantian Sect exclaimed in surprise.

"Musou, I surrender!"

Master Xuanming stood up on the high platform and said urgently.

He completely forgot about competitions and saving face.

His only wish was to let this disciple leave the arena safely.

Qin Wushuang gritted her teeth and did not respond.

She cannot admit defeat.

My junior sister's revenge must be taken!

"The final leg, sending you on your way!"

A cruel glint flashed in Zhou Lang's eyes, and a blood-red light condensed on the shaft of his staff.

"Blood Wolf Destroys the World!"

He grinned maliciously as he swung the stick.

The crimson staff swelled to three zhang in size, threatening to destroy even the arena!

Some people in the audience closed their eyes in distress.

however!

A resolute glint flashed in Qin Wu's eyes, and his spiritual power burned wildly within his body.

"Burning one's life essence?!"

"She's going to fight tooth and nail!"

"They've gone mad! They've all gone mad!"

Amidst everyone's shocked gazes, Qin Wushuang's aura surged dramatically.

She rushed towards the shadow of the stick.

"With my blood, I will bless my sword!"

"cut--!"

A dazzling sword light suddenly shone brightly.

boom-!!!!!

The blinding light engulfed the entire arena.

Everyone held their breath.

Three breaths later, the light dissipated.

On the arena, two figures stood facing each other.

Qin Wushuang, leaning on his sword, knelt on one knee, blood continuously dripping from his mouth and staining the ground red.

On the other side, Zhou Lang had a hideous wound on his chest, extending from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, deep enough to expose the bone.

The audience was completely silent.

"This sword strike will avenge my junior sister."

Qin Wushuang stood up, looked directly at Zhou Lang, and said, "You crippled 30% of her cultivation, so I will cut off your path to cultivation."

"fair."

"You... pfft...!"

Zhou Lang coughed up another mouthful of blood and completely lost consciousness.

"We won! Senior sister won!"

"Senior Sister!"

Liu Yue rushed onto the stage, crying, and helped Qin Wushuang up, "I...I'm not worth you doing this..."

"If we can't even protect you, how can we talk about protecting the sect!"

That light tone carried a firm resolve.

After catching his breath, Qin Wushuang pointed his long sword directly at Sikong Jue on the high platform.

"Him! I've crippled him! You... have any objections?"