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

next second.

A bone-chilling coldness swept over me from behind!

There was no time to think.

He fell forward, simultaneously thrusting his sword backward with a backhand motion.

clang!

Pu Tailai let out a muffled groan.

His entire right arm was instantly covered with a thin layer of ice, and his movements became stiff.

He scrambled to his feet, shaking off the ice shards from his arms, his face extremely pale.

If he had reacted even a fraction of a second slower, that sword would have already pierced his heart.

"You bitch!"

Pu Tailai cursed under his breath.

His footwork shifted, his body moving left and right, leaving behind afterimages.

His short sword pierced Bai Jie from various tricky angles.

Throat, chest, abdomen, and eyes!

Each sword strike was imbued with a ghostly blue venomous light, its angles ruthless, and its speed astonishing.

Bai Jie remained standing still, her feet barely moving.

Every time she swung her Ice Soul Sword, it intercepted the path of the short sword.

clang!

clang!

Dangdang Dangdang!

The crisp sounds of collisions blended together.

With each collision, a chill ran along the short sword and eroded Pu Tailai's arm.

In a short while, his right hand, which was holding the sword, turned purple from the cold, and his movements became increasingly sluggish.

What frustrated him even more was!!

Bai Jie's gaze remained calm, as if she were looking at a monkey jumping around.

That silent contempt is more piercing than any words.

"What the hell are you looking at?!"

Pu Tailai finally couldn't hold back his anger and roared, his mentality gradually becoming unbalanced.

He was a dignified elite of the inner sect of the Zhengyang Sect. When had he ever been so easily fooled?

Bai Jie remained silent.

However, the chill emanating from the sword had intensified by three times.

The temperature around them continued to drop, and fine frost even formed on the edge of the arena.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Pu Tailai's face twisted in rage. "You forced me to do this!"

He bit his tongue and spat blood onto the short sword.

hum-

The sword shone with a brilliant, eerie light.

Strange blood-red patterns appeared on the already poisoned blade.

Pu Tailai gripped the sword with both hands and swung it forcefully!

A large cloud of poisonous mist, a mixture of dark blue and blood, surged up and instantly enveloped half of the arena!

This poisonous fog is not only highly corrosive, but also has the effect of paralyzing the mind and soul.

An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator would experience stiffness in their limbs and stagnation of spiritual energy if they inhaled even a single breath.

The poisonous fog churned and swept towards Bai Jie.

The audience held their breath.

however--

Bai Jie finally moved.

She took the initiative to take a step forward for the first time.

The Ice Soul Sword traced a perfect arc in her hand.

An extreme chill erupted from her center!

The swirling poisonous fog hissed and froze upon contact with the cold air.

In less than three breaths, all the poisonous mist solidified in mid-air.

In the end, it turned into countless tiny, dark blue ice crystals, which fluttered down to the ground.

Crackle, crackle.

It looked as if a shower of sapphires had fallen.

very beautiful!

Bai Jie raised her eyes. "Do you want to die? Or do you want to be crippled? Or perhaps, crippled first, then dead?"

"Don't get too cocky!!"

Pu Tailai was so humiliated by this contempt that he completely lost his reason.

He took out a blood-red pill and swallowed it without hesitation.

"Another Blood Explosion Pill?!"

Someone in the audience gasped in surprise.

boom!

Pu Tailai's aura suddenly surged.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins under his skin were bulging. He exuded a violent and dangerous aura.

"I want you dead!!!"

He roared and transformed into a blood-red afterimage, his speed nearly twice as fast as before!

The short sword in his hand unleashed a flurry of dark blue sword shadows, carrying with it deadly poison and a blood-red aura.

Bai Jie's figure moved swiftly, weaving through the dense sword shadows.

The two figures crisscrossed each other.

It was so fast that many disciples with lower cultivation levels could only see a blur of blue and white shadows flashing on the arena.

Pu Tailai became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He had already taken the Blood Explosion Pill, and his strength had surged to near the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.

But he still couldn't win Bai Jie's heart!

The opponent's movement, swordsmanship, and timing were all impeccable.

What's even more frightening is that Bai Jie's eyes remained calm throughout, as if she had everything under control.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Pu Tailai went completely mad.

He no longer cared about his own defense, trading injury for injury, his short sword only attacking and not defending, every move a desperate gamble!

Just as he thrust his sword into Bai Jie's heart, leaving her defenses wide open.

The Ice Soul Sword is drawn, striking first despite being delayed!

puff!

The sword tip pierced Pu Tailai's right shoulder!

The extremely cold sword energy invaded his body, rampaging wildly along his meridians.

Pu Tailai let out a scream.

His half-body was covered with traces of frost, like a spider web.

Suddenly, Pu Tailai's movements froze.

He staggered backward, his right arm hanging limply, and the short sword nearly slipped from his hand.

The frost was still spreading, and it looked like it was about to freeze his whole body.

"Let's die together!!"

He used all the remaining spiritual power in his body.

The violent blood energy, along with the bursting blood pill's energy, was all injected into the short sword.

The short sword let out a mournful cry, unable to bear the weight any longer.

The eerie blue and crimson light on the sword merged, causing it to expand and twist…

It eventually transformed into a phantom image of a dark blue venomous python, over ten feet long!

The venomous python was lifelike, its scales gleaming coldly, and its scarlet vertical pupils locked onto Bai Jie.

It opened its blood-red maw, filled with corrosive poisonous gas, and pounced!

Pu Tailai is fighting for his life.

Bai Jie didn't dare to be careless either.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, stood on air, looked down, and formed a mudra with her hands.

The Ice Soul Sword, suspended in front of her, emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, followed by a burst of light from its blade.

In the void behind her.

A huge yin-yang symbol appeared, with black and white energy flowing endlessly.

Immediately afterwards!

Around the yin-yang pattern, one after another, icy blue phantom swords materialized.

Ten handles, a hundred handles, a thousand handles…

The swords were densely packed, their tips all pointing downwards at the venomous pythons that were lunging at them.

"Endless, frozen."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Thousands of ice swords rained down like a torrential downpour!

Halfway through the arena, a dark blue venomous python raged, its poisonous gas billowing.

Half the sky was filled with a torrential downpour of icy swords, and the air was filled with icy chill.

The two clashed fiercely in the center of the ring!

Rumble—!!!

An indescribable roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The dark blue and icy blue lights clashed violently, and a terrifying energy storm swept across the entire arena.

The protective light curtain vibrated violently, and countless cracks appeared on its surface.

The onlookers all paled in shock.

Many disciples with lower cultivation levels were forced to retreat repeatedly by this oppressive force.

The light lasted for a full three breaths.

Finally, it slowly dissipated.

The smoke and dust settled.

Bai Jie remained suspended in mid-air.

Dressed in white, pure and immaculate, only her breathing was slightly rapid and her aura fluctuated slightly.

She slowly descended and stood at the edge of the ring.

And in the center of the ring.

Pu Tailai lay there face down.

The short sword in his hand had broken into three pieces and was lying scattered to the side.

Its entire body was covered in frost and bloodstains.

The clothes were badly torn.

The exposed skin had an eerie bluish-purple hue, and it remained motionless.

Bai Jie didn't even glance at him before turning and walking straight to the edge of the ring.

The entire room fell silent.

It wasn't until Bai Jie was about to step off the stage that the presiding elder suddenly came to his senses and gritted his teeth as he said something.

"Peach Blossom Temple, Bai Jie, wins!"

Whoosh—!

The Xuantian Sect camp was the first to erupt in enthusiastic cheers and applause!

"Senior Sister Bai is awesome!"

"Well done!"

"That's incredible!"

Many Xuantian Sect disciples looked at the Peach Blossom Crowd with obvious goodwill and admiration.

In this battle, Bai Jie not only won the victory, but also earned respect.

At the same time, several disciples of the Zhengyang Sect rushed onto the arena and helped Pu Tai up to check on him.

One of them checked his pulse and dantian, and his face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling.

"His dantian is shattered... all his meridians are severed... Senior Brother Pu... he... he's ruined!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire venue.

On the high platform.

Sikong Jue clenched his right hand, which was hidden in his sleeve, so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand bulged and his knuckles turned white.

His face was ashen, and his eyes blazed with murderous intent, but he managed to suppress it and did not lash out.

He set the rules.

If he were to make a move under the watchful eyes of everyone, how could the others possibly let it go unpunished?

He could only watch helplessly as his disciple was carried off the stage.

In his heart, however, he had already sentenced everyone in the Peach Blossom Audience to death!

Seeing Bai Jie return, Luo Fan gave her a thumbs up and smiled brightly.

"Senior sister, you're so cool!"

Bai Jie raised her red lips, all her icy chill dissipated, and she softly hummed in agreement.

At this moment, a slender figure walked over from the Qingyun Sect's camp.

The newcomer wore a light green dress and had her face covered with a white veil.

Through the thin veil, one could vaguely see her left cheek down to her jawline.

It had several dark red sword wounds that had not yet fully healed.

The edges of the wound still retained a bluish-black tinge.

Those are traces of toxins that haven't been cleared away.

She walked up to Bai Jie and gave a graceful bow, "Yang Shiqi from Qingyun Sect, thank you, Senior Sister Bai."

Bai Jie looked at her, her gaze falling on the thin veil on her face.

"Yesterday I was defeated by Pu Tailai, wounded by the poison on his sword."

"My senior sister crippled him today, which was a way of venting my anger."

Bai Jie remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"It was just a small favor."

Yang Shiqi bowed again before turning and leaving.

Bai Jie watched her lonely figure and sighed softly, "She's a pitiful person too."

Following Zhou Lang and Sun Bao, Pu Tailai was also rendered useless.

The Zhengyang Sect lost three elite disciples in succession.

Even the presiding elder's voice carried a hint of solemnity!

"Next game!"

"Lin Hao of the Qingyun Sect versus Wu Xiong of the Zhengyang Sect!"