: A Sparring Match Between Peers – Defeat the Enemy in One Move!

Lu Yuan sat upright in the main seat, taking in the greed in Ye Chen's eyes.

His expression remained unchanged; he didn't even bother to show anger.

Because in his eyes, Ye Chen was already a dead man.

"The Taiyi Sect has come from afar; I accept this generous gift," Lu Yuan said calmly, his voice so serene it sent shivers down one's spine.

He flicked his finger.

A beam of golden light shot out and struck the ancient bronze bell.

Click!

The ancient bell, powerful enough to withstand a blow from a Nascent Soul cultivator, was instantly covered in cracks under that single finger strike, and then shattered into a pile of scrap metal.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate. I will return the favor after the celebration ends."

Upon seeing this, Ye Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

With a casual strike, he destroyed the ancient bell that Lu Yuan had refined. It seems that Lu Yuan's strength is greater than the rumors suggest.

But he didn't care.

He possesses an innate Dao body, making him invincible among his peers. Why should he fear a newly promoted Nascent Soul stage cultivator?

"Fellow Daoist Lu is indeed quite skilled." Ye Chen said with a forced smile, "Today is a joyous occasion, and drinking alone would be rather dull. I have brought a few unworthy disciples with me to broaden their horizons. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Lu would be willing to let the talents of your sect spar with the disciples of my Taiyi Sect to add to the festivities."

See the picture poorly.

Everyone present knew perfectly well that this was a public slap in the face to the Qingyun Sect.

Taiyi Sect is, after all, an old-established Nascent Soul power with a profound foundation.

The Qingyun Sect has only recently been promoted, so how could its younger generation of disciples possibly be a match for the Taiyi Sect?

"Since it's just for fun, then let's do as Sect Leader Ye says." Lu Yuan calmly agreed.

Ye Chen's lips curled into a smug, cold smile.

He turned around and nodded to a young man wearing a star-patterned robe behind him.

"Xinghai, go and ask your senior brothers and sisters in the Qingyun Sect for a few pointers."

The young man took a step forward, his figure appearing like a phantom, and instantly landed in the center of the square.

"Meng Xinghai, a true disciple of the Taiyi Sect, humbly requests your guidance."

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the surrounding area.

Meng Xinghai possessed a profound aura, with faint starlight surrounding his body, clearly indicating that he had a special physique.

Moreover, his strength has reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, and he is only one step away from forming the Core. Such cultivation is outstanding among the younger generation.

"Starry Sky King Body"

Lu Yuan saw through this person's true nature at a glance.

The ability to draw upon the power of the stars to empower oneself is indeed a remarkable physique.

Gu Qingxue looked at Meng Xinghai, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of worry flashed in her eyes.

Among the true disciples of the Qingyun Sect, the highest cultivation level was only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and they were no match for this person at all.

"My lord, this person is incredibly powerful, we..."

"It's alright." Lu Yuan gently patted the back of her hand, then turned his gaze to a girl in white standing below.

"Xueyao, go."

Lu Xueyao, who had been silent all along, slowly raised her head upon hearing this.

She was still wearing a plain white dress and carrying a simple iron sword, looking extremely plain.

To outsiders, her cultivation level was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

"Yes, Master."

Lu Xueyao bowed with her sword in her hands, then gracefully landed on the square, standing opposite Meng Xinghai.

"Lu Xueyao, a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, humbly requests your guidance!"

Her voice was cool and aloof, devoid of any warmth or human emotion.

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Send a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator to fight against a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator with the Star King Body.

Is there no one left in the Qingyun Sect?

Or perhaps, this Ancestor Lu Yuan has already given up and is planning to throw caution to the wind.

Even Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, then let out a sneer.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, do you have no one else to rely on? You actually sent such a delicate young girl up here to die. If she gets hurt, I will be heartbroken."

His flippant words drew laughter from the Taiyi Sect members.

However, they faced a barrage of ridicule and skepticism.

Lu Xueyao's expression remained completely unchanged.

She simply stared quietly at Meng Xinghai across from her, her clear, cold eyes seeming to hold two peerless swords.

Her hand slowly rested on the hilt of the sword behind her back.

"Make your move," she said calmly.

Meng Xinghai looked at the girl in front of him, whose cultivation level was far lower than his own, and a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Since you're so eager to admit defeat, then I'll grant your wish."

He let out a low shout, and his body shone brightly with starlight. He threw a punch, which was like a falling meteor, with astonishing power.

However, at the very moment he threw the punch...

"Clang—"

A clear, resonant sword cry echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Lu Xueyao drew her sword.

No one saw how she drew her sword.

Everyone felt a dazzling sword light flash before their eyes, as if it had sliced ​​the world in two.

next moment.

The starlight in the sky shattered.

Meng Xinghai remained frozen in place, still in the punching stance.

At his throat, an ordinary iron sword hung silently.

Not a single drop of blood stained the tip of the sword.

But the bone-chilling cold made Meng Xinghai's blood freeze.

One sword.

Just one sword strike.

The Star King Body, at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, was defeated.

The entire room fell silent.

Ye Chen's smile froze instantly.

On the square, Meng Xinghai remained frozen in place, still in the stance of throwing a punch. The tip of the ordinary iron longsword was only half an inch away from his throat.

The chilling sword energy had already penetrated his skin, pierced his meridians, and sealed off all his magical power.

With just a flick of Lu Xueyao's wrist, this genius whom the Taiyi Sect was so proud of would perish on the spot.

"Thank you for your concession."

Lu Xueyao spoke calmly, and with a flick of her wrist, the longsword returned to its sheath.

She didn't even glance at Meng Xinghai before turning and drifting away.

Only then did the cultivators from various forces around the plaza suddenly come to their senses.

Gasps of astonishment rose and fell.

A young girl in the early stages of Foundation Establishment defeated the Star King Body, a cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment, with a single sword strike.

Such a record is unbelievable unless witnessed firsthand.

"Good, what a promising sword immortal!"

Yan Nantian, the envoy of the Feathered Immortal Sect, couldn't help but clap his hands in admiration. As a sword cultivator, he could naturally see the power of that sword strike.

That pure, extreme sword intent, seemingly capable of severing all things, is extremely rare even within the Feathered Immortal Sect.

Gu Qingxue looked at Lu Xueyao who had returned to her side, her eyes filled with relief and surprise.

She was initially worried that Lu Xueyao's cultivation was still shallow and she would suffer losses, but she never expected that the disciple trained by her husband would be so talented.

She stepped forward and affectionately took Lu Xueyao's hand, her beautiful eyes sparkling with tenderness that made even Lu Xueyao's cold and aloof heart tremble slightly.

"Well done, Xueyao," Gu Qingxue said softly, her tone revealing undisguised affection. "From today onwards, you will be the pride of my Qingyun Sect. If anyone dares to bully you in the future, your master's wife will not forgive them."

At this moment, she truly regarded Lu Xueyao as her own younger sister, or even her future sister.

And in the direction of Taiyi Gate.

The smile on Ye Chen's face had vanished, replaced by a deep gloom.

He stared intently at Lu Xueyao, a hint of surprise flashing deep in his eyes.