CHAPTER 457: CHAPTER 133: INSTANT KILL, TWO GREAT LEGACIES!

Pfft!

Yuan Qianyu’s protective Essence Energy shattered, blood splattered everywhere, and his entire body was flung backward through the air before crashing heavily onto the arena floor.

On his right shoulder, there was a gruesome sword wound, dripping with blood!

"You... how is this possible?!"

Yuan Qianyu glared at Luo Cheng, his face one of utter disbelief, as if he had just seen a ghost.

Ten days ago, it was humiliating enough that he couldn’t block even one strike from Luo Cheng!

But now, after advancing to the Sixth Level of the Awakening Vein Realm and increasing his strength several times over, he still couldn’t stop even one strike!

In fact, the result was even worse this time!

His protective Essence Energy was pierced, and he was barely spared from severe injury!

The audience was stunned.

Nobody had anticipated such an outcome.

Not even Zhu Lingmei, who had some expectations for Luo Cheng.

Yuan Qianyu, who had advanced to the Sixth Level of the Awakening Vein Realm, was utterly powerless against Luo Cheng, defeated in a single move! Not even a match for one exchange!

"Damn! One sword strike to defeat Senior Brother Yuan Qianyu! Just one sword! That’s terrifying!"

"I’m starting to question if Luo Cheng’s Martial Soul is actually the Wasted Martial Soul!"

"It’s been investigated by so many Elders—there’s no mistake. Luo Cheng’s strength must be related to his comprehension of Sword Intent! Swordsmen who grasp Sword Intent have combat power far exceeding others of their level, making it easy to leap across realms to defeat opponents!"

"This isn’t just a simple leap in realms! This is crossing three entire Great Realms with an overwhelming advantage! Just thinking about it gives me chills!"

The crowd gazed at Luo Cheng, their hearts filled with tumultuous waves, unable to regain their composure.

Even Luo Cheng himself was a bit surprised.

That strike was meant to be a probe.

He hadn’t expected Yuan Qianyu to crumble so easily!

The sword strike just now carried a mystical sensation unlike anything he’d felt before.

When he unleashed the strike, his mind was exceptionally clear!

Focusing closely, Luo Cheng immediately sensed something faint and indescribable brewing within him, ready to erupt.

Sword Intent!

His eyes brightened. Luo Cheng didn’t delve deeper; he sheathed his sword and looked at Yuan Qianyu, saying:

"You’ve indeed improved, but unfortunately, my improvement far surpasses yours, reaching a level you cannot even dream of attaining."

"Now, it’s time for you to fulfill your promise!"

With these words, all eyes turned to Yuan Qianyu.

Everyone knew, thanks to Yuan Qianyu’s boasting, what was at stake in this duel.

The loser wasn’t just to concede defeat but also publicly admit they were worthless!

Yuan Qianyu’s face turned ashen, his chest heaving violently. Through gritted teeth, he growled:

"I haven’t lost yet!"

To admit in front of this crowd that he was worthless—how would he ever maintain his footing in the sect again?

It would utterly disgrace his older brother Yuan Qingying!

This was utterly unacceptable!

"Oh, really?"

Luo Cheng stepped forward slowly, his gaze sharp as a blade, speaking coldly: "If that’s the case, then I’ll have to make sure you stay down."

"You!"

Yuan Qianyu’s face twisted in fury, his anger blazing sky-high. He hadn’t expected Luo Cheng to show him no mercy at all, offering not the slightest way out. His face flushed beet red in humiliation.

"Enough!"

A cold voice suddenly rang out, roaring like thunder throughout the venue.

The entire plaza trembled as the noise echoed.

Along with a sharp sound of tearing air, a figure clad in green descended upon the plaza like a heavenly deity.

The newcomer was a man in his twenties, dressed in a gold-trimmed green robe. Two golden eagle claws adorned his shoulders, and his long, razor-sharp eyes carried an intense, predatory aura. His very presence exuded peril, making the onlookers feel an instinctive fear so acute it felt like they should kneel and scream.

"Senior Brother Yuan Qingying!"

The faces of the Inner Sect disciples in the audience shifted, and they rose to their feet.

Luo Cheng looked at the newcomer, raising an eyebrow.

So this was Yuan Qingying, the one defeated by Yun Mengli—a former member of the top ten True Disciples. Indeed, he was extraordinary!

"Elder Brother!"

Seeing Yuan Qingying, Yuan Qianyu was overjoyed and hurried forward to greet him, sneering inwardly. "Luo Cheng, since you won’t give me any face, let’s see how long you can stay cocky without giving my elder brother the respect he’s due!"

Yuan Qingying gave Luo Cheng a long, measuring look before turning to reprimand Yuan Qianyu:

"Haven’t you embarrassed me enough already? Follow me back! You’re not to leave Green Eagle Peak for the next two years!"

Yuan Qianyu’s expression shifted, but he could only nod and agree.

"Hold on!"

Luo Cheng stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Yuan Qingying as he spoke: "Senior Brother Yuan, the duel between him and me isn’t over yet."

Yuan Qingying frowned slightly but didn’t so much as glance at Luo Cheng. Instead, he looked up at the sky, his eyes cold and penetrating:

"Yun Mengli, is this your doing?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd broke into murmurs, everyone lifting their eyes skyward.

High in the sky, the clouds parted to reveal a blazing Green Bird cloaked in flames, and astride its back sat a peerless beauty.

The woman was dressed in a simple, elegant gown. Her brows were delicately shaped like a painting, her eyes sparkled like stars, and her snow-white attire gave her an ethereal, otherworldly air. She seemed like the Guanghan Fairy descending to the mortal world or a dragon princess from the mythical Dragon Palace!

With her arrival, it was as though the entire sky was cleansed, suffused with an unmistakable aura of divinity.

"Senior Sister Yun Mengli!"

The audience was visibly stirred.

Yun Mengli was as elusive as a dragon—rarely seen, even by sect members.

Yun Mengli gently shook her head, her voice calm as a spring breeze: "This is their matter; we shouldn’t be intervening."

"A warning?" Yuan Qingying sneered. "Hmph! Your Green Bird Martial Soul managed to ascend to an eleven-star Earth-level Martial Soul. I’m guessing you refined that Phoenix Tail Flower to achieve it. Who could’ve thought one Phoenix Tail Flower could make you what you are today."

He gave Yun Mengli an icy glare before continuing, "That single defeat last time—I lost in one move. But when I break through to the Five Internal Secret Realm, we’ll fight again! I’ll personally reclaim my spot among the top ten True Disciples!"

Yun Mengli replied serenely, "The title of a top ten True Disciple holds no importance to me. With the revival of the Blood Nether Sect and the emergence of new demon lords, war is coming. There’s no need for us to waste time on trivialities."

"Hah! It may not matter to you, but it does to me!"

Yuan Qingying’s expression turned even darker. Just as he was about to leave, he paused, casting a cold gaze at Luo Cheng:

"Luo Cheng, is it? I’ll remember you. The duel with Yuan Qianyu can continue another day. Take care of yourself."

With that, he grabbed Yuan Qianyu and ascended skyward, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Luo Cheng stared into the distance where Yuan Qingying had disappeared, his eyes sharp as sword edges.

The blatant partiality was clear.

If Yuan Qianyu had won, Luo Cheng would surely have been forced to fulfill the degrading promise and face utter humiliation before everyone.

But now, given his own current strength and status, he lacked the leverage to speak up or challenge such oppression.

He could only wait for the day when he came back stronger to settle the score.

"Luo Cheng, come to Mengli Peak later."

Yun Mengli left these words behind as the Flame Green Bird flapped its wings, transforming into a streak of azure light and disappearing into the sky.

Luo Cheng leaped off the arena, nodded briefly to Zhu Lingmei, and turned towards Mengli Peak.

It was only after Luo Cheng had left for some time that the crowd snapped back to reality, exchanging looks at what had just transpired.

Lin Yujing’s face turned sour.

She had been so certain moments ago, declaring loudly that Yuan Qianyu would win without fail.

But the result? Yuan Qianyu lost disastrously, unable to withstand even one strike!

She had lost face before Zhu Lingmei!

"How could that guy be so strong?!"

Lin Yujing bit her lip tightly, her eyes seething with jealousy, blaming Luo Cheng for everything.

Zhu Lingmei, however, showed no interest in lingering, leaving the plaza without a word.