My whole family are full of geniuses, I really don't want to be a succubus!

Gu Wanquan looked at Yin Chaoge with a warm smile, but his tone was full of unyielding authority.

Yin Chaoge's astonishing strike was indeed amazing; even Gu Wanquan himself thought he needed to avoid its edge.

But that's all. In Gu Wanquan's eyes, the black steamed bun in front of him had only been given a few pointers by his senior brother and had already achieved such success. It was as if it dared to bar its teeth and glare at him, taking him too seriously.

Therefore, Gu Wanquan wanted to make a move at this moment to let the arrogant black man in front of him know that the gap between him and himself could not be bridged with a single strike.

The difference between Gu Wanquan and this black steamed bun is like heaven and earth; he is not someone that any Tom, Dick, or Harry can provoke with a knife!

Stopped, Yin Chaoge was naturally indignant. Her dark eyes fixed on Gu Wanquan, dressed in snow-white robes, she said resentfully, "How was I supposed to know that yellow sand was so weak? This time I'm sure I can hold back!"

"Junior brother, you only get one chance in life, and you won't get a second chance!" Gu Wanquan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone turned cold.

Upon hearing Gu Wanquan's words, Yin Chaoge wanted to retort, but Su Yi, who was standing to the side, suddenly felt a chill.

Stop arguing. He's the current meta hero. He's even talking about life with you, you silly kid. You don't really not want the future, do you?

If he really gets angry and draws his sword to kill the future Demon Lord, who will be willing to fight Gu Wanquan to the death in the future?

Knowing full well Gu Wanquan's cunning nature, Su Yi quickly interrupted Yin Chaoge, who was still trying to argue for her, and said with a smile, "That's right, Chaoge has already slain a demon, it's Wanquan's turn to show off!"

Upon hearing Su Yi's words, Yin Chaoge reluctantly lowered his hand from the hilt of the knife.

Gu Wanquan, like a victorious rooster, straightened up slightly, his smile growing even brighter as he bowed to Su Yi before turning and walking toward the third checkpoint.

Dressed in white like snow, with a long sword hanging at his waist, Gu Wanquan strode towards the sea of ​​bright red flowers, appearing as ethereal as a sword immortal entering the mortal world.

As if sensing someone trying to break through the barrier, the countless bright red spider lilies blooming in the once tranquil flowerbed seemed to stir with emotion.

Petals, as soft as needles, fluttered down and, with a sudden gust of wind, scattered across the sky.

The sky seemed to have turned into a vast sea of ​​red flowers, vibrant yet carrying a deadly threat.

Gu Wanquan walked leisurely into the sea of ​​flowers, his right hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. He smiled brightly but did not draw his sword, as if he did not care about the murderous atmosphere surrounding the sea of ​​flowers.

The sea of ​​petals that had been drifting and scattering suddenly contracted as if it had received some kind of command, and countless soft, needle-like petals shot towards Gu Wanquan from all directions like fine needles.

The sheer number and speed of the flowers, with their whooshing sounds, transformed the sea of ​​flowers into a rain of blossoms.

But this shower of flowers only fell on Gu Wanquan.

Surrounded by a dense rain of petals, Gu Wanquan still rested his right hand on the hilt of his sword. The sword aura formed by his true essence kept all the petals three meters away from him.

As if sensing the disregard, the flower field suddenly tightened its grip, forming a tornado that enveloped Gu Wanquan entirely.

Between the dense petal needles and the sword energy, a series of crisp, metallic sounds rang out.

"Are you sure you're okay? Should we all come together?" Chen Feng asked, looking at Gu Wanquan who was wrapped in flower petals, with some concern.

In Chen Feng's eyes, there were clearly four people on his side, and fighting alone would only increase the risk of casualties.

Moreover, it's like a dense and powerful attack of flower petals, which even ordinary Golden Core cultivators can only passively defend against.

At this moment, Gu Wanquan, who was holding his sword tightly, looked more like someone struggling to resist in Chen Feng's eyes.

Hearing Chen Feng's words, Su Yi didn't take them to heart. If an ordinary elite monster could hurt a future sword immortal, it was a mistake.

Su Yi would just clap and cheer. What's there to worry about ten years from now for such a weak sword immortal?

Now Su Yi can get Gu Wanquan to shine her shoes!

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Chen, Wan Quan will be fine!" Su Yi said with a smile.

Even Yin Chaoge, who was standing by in a huff, didn't think Gu Wanquan would lose. Yin Chaoge was just being stubborn. Having learned from her own experience, she was sure Gu Wanquan would win much more impressively!

Thinking of this, Yin Chaoge couldn't help but complain about the Yellow Immortal who had caused the sandstorm earlier: "Why did such a weak fellow have to make such a big fuss? It made me have to use all my strength to strike, and I even destroyed the wooden bridge!"

If Wong Tai Sin, who had already been killed with a single blow, knew that he was being criticized for being too weak even after his death, he would probably be so angry that he would die again.

At this moment, the petal attack, resembling a giant petal tornado, completely engulfed Gu Wanquan, who was walking with his sword. Gu Wanquan seemed to have been overwhelmed by the countless petal attacks.

Until a dazzling sword light appeared, the huge inverted tornado, which was originally tens of meters high, exploded instantly.

Countless petals drifted and scattered into the sky once again, but this time it was just a simple scattering, without any attack.

At this moment, Gu Wanquan had already reached the center of the flower field, his right hand still resting on the hilt of his sword, standing amidst the rain of petals.

A young man stands amidst a shower of flowers, sword in hand, his gentle demeanor tinged with a free and unrestrained spirit.

Gu Wanquan stopped walking, and his right hand, which was resting on the hilt of his sword, moved. He drew his sword and sheathed it in an instant.

The stamen of a red spider lily was plucked off, and the rain of petals suddenly stopped.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and only the white-robed swordsman bent down to catch the most beautiful red spider lily in full bloom.

Before the flowers had fallen, the man in white turned around.

The once vibrant flower field withered instantly, its petals decayed, its green leaves turned yellow, and a scene of utter desolation unfolded.

All that remained was the spider lily in Gu Wanquan's hand, now devoid of its stamen. Though it retained its bright red color, it had lost all vitality.

There was no earth-shattering sword battle, nor any phased attacks from the BOSS.

The third boss didn't even let out a scream, nor did he launch any follow-up root attacks or illusions before being killed by Gu Wanquan.

The spider lily demon never understood how the white-robed swordsman had managed to spot her among hundreds of thousands of spider lilies.

The white-clad youth's smile remained unchanged. From beginning to end, he acted as if he had come to pick flowers, walking up the mountain, bending down to pick flowers, and then turning away.

Su Yi and the other two were dumbfounded when they saw Gu Wanquan arrive with a bouquet of flowers.

That's it? What happened? The boss just died like that?

"Wow, Wan Quan is so handsome!" Su Yi asked, staring blankly at Gu Wan Quan.

Gu Wanquan chuckled softly and handed the spider lily in his hand to Su Yi, saying:

"Of all the flowers in this field, this one is the most beautiful, so I picked it to give to my senior brother!"