Stop pretending, the seemingly useless junior sister is the real boss.

Just when everyone thought the outcome of the competition was decided, and Mu Yu was preparing to wrap things up.

However, they discovered that Bai Xiaobai, who should have been injured by the God-Devouring Whip and had no power to resist, was not only unharmed, but also had a surge in spiritual power.

Especially the seemingly ordinary longsword in her hand, which now exuded a terrifying pressure, not only made Mu Yu's legs go weak, but even the vengeful spirits trapped in the God-Devouring Whip seemed to have encountered their natural enemy.

The originally ferocious bone whip instantly wrapped around Mu Yu's arm, its entire body trembling and not daring to move an inch.

Mu Yu swallowed nervously, trying his best to swing the God-Devouring Whip, but it was too late, because Bai Xiaobai had already attacked with his sword.

He was completely dumbfounded, utterly bewildered as to why the longsword in Bai Xiaobai's hand suddenly emitted such a powerful pressure that made him want to kneel down and beg for mercy.

The sharp sword energy sliced ​​through his skin, and the smell of blood in the air excited the red-clad sword spirit even more.

"Good heavens, this guy actually has an extremely Yin constitution. No wonder he can wield the God-Devouring Whip. Little guy, you've really struck gold this time. As long as I absorb this guy's blood, along with that powerful vengeful spirit, the day when I can completely transform into human form will be just around the corner."

"Come on, step aside, and I'll finish him off for you."

Bai Xiaobai didn't expect that Mu Yu was actually a woman with an extremely Yin body. Shouldn't women usually have an extremely Yin body?

How could a man have become a body of extreme yin?

The spectators were stunned, completely unprepared for the dramatic change in the situation of the two on stage in just a moment.

"What exactly happened? Wasn't Bai Xiaobai going to lose?"

"How did Mu Yu get hurt? Wasn't he about to win?"

"Oh my god, Bai Xiaobai actually hurt Mu Yu? I can't believe my eyes, can I?"

"This...this...how is this possible? What did I miss?"

"..."

In the stands, Zhou Li gritted his teeth, completely unable to believe that Mu Yu was in a losing position.

Shen Ji still lazily propped his chin on his elbow, his gaze fixed on the girl holding the sword on the stage, a silent smile playing on his lips.

Li Qingshan and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, and even then, they couldn't resist making a few sarcastic remarks.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you know, Bai Xiaobai went way too far. He's still in his own sect, he should at least show some respect. His face's been slashed, what if he's disfigured?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Tian, ​​the sect leader of the Sword Sect, burst into laughter.

"Sect Leader Li, what you said is interesting. But in a competition, injuries are inevitable. Besides, Mu Yu is a man, so his pride shouldn't be important. However, the disciples of Xiaoyao Peak always manage to bring surprises. Not bad, not bad at all. This young man has a limitless future."

As soon as Lu Tian finished speaking, Hua Buyu burst into laughter.

"The little one is indeed quite good; I, the sect master, was right about her. It seems that the title of the sect's young genius will fall to her. This Mu Yu is too arrogant; this battle should teach him a lesson. However, the Flowing Moon Sect hasn't produced any real geniuses for many years since Sect Master He Yuan went into seclusion. Heh, this Mu Yu is at best mediocre."

"..."

Zhou Li's face was ashen; all he could do now was continue to send telepathic messages to Mu Yu.

"Idiot, what are you doing? How could you let a piece of trash hurt you? If we lose this time, the secret of the God-Devouring Whip will be exposed. If we ruin that person's plan, we'll all die."

Mu Yu felt a surge of blood rushing to his chest; he naturally knew the consequences of losing this time.

However, that powerful pressure was something he couldn't withstand at all.

His knees were deeply embedded in the bluestone slabs, and sharp sword energy swirled around him.

Moreover, it wasn't just sword energy; he could even sense that the source of that powerful pressure was watching him intently.

He was certain that if he dared to move even the slightest bit, he would die, and die a horrible death.

Bai Xiaobai glared helplessly at the red-clad sword spirit who was eyeing Mu Yu with obvious lust.

"Can't you be a little more dignified? If you suck this guy's blood dry in front of everyone, I'll be arrested as a monster. This is a competition, not a fight to the death. Wipe your drool and come back here right now."

The red-clad sword spirit hovered beside Mu Yu, refusing to listen to Bai Xiaobai's words.

"Hmph, I don't care if you get caught. This extremely Yin body is extremely rare. If you miss this chance, when will you ever have another? And this vengeful spirit, in its lifetime it was definitely a powerful being on the verge of becoming a god. With this vengeful spirit and the extremely Yin body, given time, I will definitely be able to transform into human form. Little Tian is born with a face that attracts all sorts of women. If I can't transform into human form soon, and one day he gets seduced by a bad woman, can you compensate me with one?"

"You have such a broken sword, yet you're still a hopeless romantic? Let me tell you, my master is watching you from the stands. If you dare to make a move, I guarantee that, let alone transforming into human form, your spirit body will be shattered with a single slap."

Upon hearing Bai Xiaobai's warning, the red-clad sword spirit glanced towards the stands.

Without the slightest hesitation, it flew back to Bai Xiaobai's side.

Well, Xiaoyao Peak is indeed a silent and dormant place, and it certainly doesn't dare to provoke it.

Changling licked her lips in Mu Yu's direction, her tone filled with dissatisfaction.

"I'll spare this man's life with the sword, but that vengeful spirit..."

Before Chang Ling could finish speaking, he heard Shen Ji's voice transmission.

"Xiao Bai, this can end now. The vengeful spirit is still useful. As for Mu Yu, just leave him alive. A little blood won't hurt."

Upon hearing this, the red-clad sword spirit was overjoyed.

"Did you hear that? Your master has given his permission. Let's go, let's work together and bleed this guy dry."

With Shen Ji's permission, Bai Xiaobai's lips curled up slightly as she stared at the pale-faced Mu Yu with ill intent.

Mu Yu, who was stunned by the powerful pressure, suddenly felt as if the pressure on his body had disappeared.

Although he didn't understand why, Bai Xiaobai swung her sword at him again, and he instinctively wanted to fight back.

However, the God-Devouring Whip was no longer under his control, and coupled with the fear he had just experienced, even though he hurriedly tried to defend himself, defeat was inevitable.

So, to everyone's astonishment, Mu Yu, who had reached the early stage of Foundation Establishment, was powerless to resist Bai Xiaobai's attacks and was frequently injured.

Every time the sword made a cut, he felt as if his blood was being drained away.

After a short while, the red-clad sword spirit licked his lips with satisfaction.

"Not bad, not bad, the blood of this extremely Yin body is indeed very nourishing. But little fellow, I think your blood tastes better."

Mu Yu, who had lost a lot of blood, lay on the ground covered in wounds.

Seeing Bai Xiaobai grinning with ill intent, he raised his hand with difficulty.

"What...what did you do to me?"

After saying that, he completely lost consciousness.