Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

"Then I'll take it—"

"This sword strike was for that girl, Ren Yao."

The words fell.

Yunping held the sword in his left hand, and with a flash of sword light, he flew forward. A pure white sharpness appeared at the tip of the wooden sword, and at the same time, the young man's figure completely disappeared into the sword light.

Qin Guang had seen this move before!

He wasn't afraid at all!

But in the next instant, he realized he was wrong.

That's completely wrong.

Because Yunping's thrust was completely different from Ren Yao's thrust.

Ren Yao's sword light was only about the length of her forearm, which already showed a high level of swordsmanship.

And what he saw before him at that moment...

It's a whole world!

A vast expanse of pure white, in the absolute sense, in that pure white world, he could see nothing.

He couldn't see his own flames, he couldn't see his own blade, he couldn't see himself!

That's the light of a sword!

The sword light was overwhelming, covering the entire arena!

next second.

The sword is drawn, the sword falls.

The blinding light slowly faded, and when the crowd outside could see the scene on the stage again, the flames had vanished.

Yunping stood in front of Qin Guang, holding a sword in his left hand.

Qin Guang, however, maintained his defensive stance with his sword held horizontally, but—

Click, click...

The sound of cracking.

His gold-inlaid tiger-shaped longsword crumbled and scattered into pieces on the ground before everyone's eyes.

"Do it yourself."

An ordinary young man, holding an ordinary wooden sword, spoke in an ordinary manner.

21. Prison

Qin Guang was defeated.

Before everyone's eyes, the blade burned and its spiritual energy collapsed. The figure that should have stood proudly here was now trembling incessantly.

In that instant, a blinding white light that blotted out the sky pierced his knife, stopping just as it touched the blade.

Even so, that stab still pierced through everything he had cultivated over the years—his swordsmanship, his realm of cultivation, his pride, everything.

Inside the venue.

A deathly silence.

On stage, Qin Guang's lips trembled slightly, unable to utter a word.

The Ranshan Sect cultivators below the stage had different expressions, but unanimously, their eyes revealed an uncontrollable shock.

With a wooden sword and a mortal body, Qin Guang, who had defeated Ren Yao and Li Junxiao, was stunned and his magical artifact shattered into pieces with just one thrust.

There was no cheering, because no one recognized him.

There was no sarcasm, because no one dared to provoke Qin Guang.

There was no discussion, because everyone was filled with countless doubts and shock.

Therefore, the entire Ranshan Sect was quiet at this moment.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The only sounds that could be heard were the faint rustling of the wind and the words uttered by the ordinary young man.

"Do it yourself."

Take action? Take action what?

All eyes were drawn to Qin Guang, who stood there dumbfounded, like a puppet, lost in thought. Only then did someone remember that Qin Guang seemed to have made a bet with Yun Ping earlier.

If Qin Guang hadn't been able to withstand Yun Ping's sword strike—

He then abandoned his cultivation.

Now that the magic weapon is broken, the martial arts technique is broken, and Qin Guang's spiritual energy has been completely dissipated, he has clearly lost the ability to fight again. Moreover, the stab just now was deliberately done by Yun Ping. If it had been aimed at Qin Guang's brow, there probably wouldn't be two people standing on the arena right now.

The outcome is well-known.

Qin Guang lowered his head, his astonished gaze fixed on the shattered remains of the magical artifact on the ground. He swallowed hard, beads of cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his face as pale as snow, his lips bloodless, and he trembled incessantly with fear.

Abandoning one's cultivation? Who? Me...me?

"Make me, this young master, cripple my cultivation... I've worked so hard to reach the Kaiyuan Realm over the years, a level of cultivation that would soon allow me to ascend to the position of sect leader of the Ranshan Sect, and now I want him to personally destroy it?"

No...no...absolutely not!!

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the young man who dared to turn his back to him, standing in the wind with his sword on his back. A mad, evil light flashed in his terrified eyes.

—Only one person can stand on this stage where the champion is to be crowned!

That was him—Qin Guang!

No one else, no matter who they are, should be allowed to stand here alive!

He recalled the magical artifact he had obtained from his master, and a chill ran through him. His mouth stretched to his ears, his eyes bulged, and he revealed a silent, ferocious smile, looking exactly like a mad beast driven to the brink of despair.

He has to win!

A black short sword slowly emerged in Qin Guang's right palm, the sword covered with extremely terrifying and dense demonic energy!

That was the magic weapon that Jin He had given him to ensure victory. As long as someone was grazed by this short sword, even if it was just a scratch, the wound would be corroded by thousands of demonic energies. In less than a few seconds, the person would be corroded into a pool of blood by the terrifying demonic energy, leaving no trace of their body!

The next second—

He drained the last of his spiritual energy, which he channeled into his legs, and launched himself out like a cannonball.

Qin Guang's sudden action caused countless cultivators below to cry out in surprise. However, they only reacted subconsciously and no one had time to remind the young man on the stage who had his back to Qin Guang.

No one would have expected that Qin Guang would resort to underhanded tactics when the outcome was clearly already decided!

But by the time a few cultivators in the audience tried to offer a word of warning, it was already too late.

Because Qin Guang and the short sword in his hand had already arrived behind Yun Ping, and the dark blade had already touched the green robe.

The image of Yunping being stabbed by this short sword seemed to already appear in everyone's minds.

"Die, you son of a bitch!!"

With a roar, Qin Guang's spiritual energy surged, propelling him forward a considerable distance. Meanwhile, the black short sword pierced towards Yun Ping's lower back.

however.

After that, there was no sound of blood splattering, nor any screams of pain.

Qin Guang's right hand, holding the sword, trembled. He stared at Yun Ping with horror and disbelief, or rather, at the black short sword in his hand.

That stab, let alone injuring Yun Ping, couldn't even pierce the blue clothes on the young man's body.

Qin Guang felt as if he had been stabbed in a ball of cotton. The sharp blade could not pierce the simple clothes at all, as if it was blocked by some mysterious force. His entire arm... no, his whole body was completely locked up.

What happened? What's going on? Why can't I move?

Endless questions swirled in Qin Guang's mind, but at this moment, what he felt most was... horror.

It was the shock of the person in front of him.

Inside the venue.

The young man named Yunping slowly turned around.

With just a turn of his body, half of the azure sky above his head suddenly churned with dark clouds, and a howling wind swept in, as if cutting with a knife.

In a short time, the situation changed dramatically.

A hint of chilling coldness flickered in his dark eyes, which concealed a deep, dark pool. Yun Ping remained expressionless, pursing his lips calmly as he held his wooden sword and stared at Qin Guang.

Qin Guang raised his head blankly, and when he met those mysterious eyes, his consciousness suddenly collapsed. He lost his balance and fell backward, landing on his buttocks. Like a rabbit frightened by an ancient murderer, his whole body began to convulse and tremble.

"No...don't come any closer...don't come any closer!!"

He roared and shouted, wildly waving the black short sword in his hand with all his might.

Ke Yunping ignored him.

With a cold face, he stepped forward and casually kicked Qin Guang's right hand.

With a soft "poof".

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

Qin Guang's entire right arm meridians were shattered by the kick, and the black short sword flew several meters away, landing in front of the seven adjudicators.

The seven men also trembled violently, and for a moment... they all lowered their heads in unison, not even daring to look at the young man.

"Since you're unwilling to do it yourself, then I'll have to help you."

"Don't come any closer!!"

Yunping stepped forward and stomped on Qin Guang's left knee.

With a crack, his knee shattered. At the same time, intense pain spread throughout his body along the bone, destroying the meridians and bones of Qin Guang's entire left leg in the blink of an eye.

Qin Guang's screams echoed throughout the entire Ranshan Sect.

Sweating profusely, he clutched his twisted left leg with his left hand, screaming frantically, "You...you stay away! My master is Jin He...Elder Sanfeng!! You dare cripple me! You dare cripple me?!"

"If you're unwilling to accept the consequences of your bet, then I'll have to help you."