Qiu Changjian was frightened by the look in his eyes. He nodded subconsciously and said, "Yes, I will only bring the ten Great Holy Disciples."
Only the ten Holy Disciples? Xia Jingyu was like a person with a hollow soul who once again grasped a strand of support in her heart.
"I will participate in the Storm Competition." Xia Jingyu's clear eyes were filled with unprecedented determination.
Qiu Changjian's heart trembled. He seemed to feel a sudden awakening of an oppressive power!
"Jingyu, you've just recovered from your illness. It's not suitable for you to participate." Long Xiaoyue couldn't bear it.
Xia Jingyu stepped out of the house and looked up at the snowflakes that filled the sky.
In the wind and snow, a pair of beautiful eyes were filled with tears. "I must go … That was Su Yu's last wish."
Go to Fenghuang Valley and tell Xianer on behalf of Su Yu, "I have not let you down …"
Looking at her lonely figure disappearing into the snow, Long Xiaoyue felt a sense of loss.
Xia Jingyu had lost her soul …
The Storm Competition had finally arrived.
The Sanctuary was about to disband. This was the last Storm Competition.
The Storm Competition was divided into two parts.
The competition between prospective Holy Disciples, the ranking of Holy Disciples.
The venue was in front of the Sage King Hall.
Xia Jingyu stepped on the wind and snow as she arrived. Her eyes were filled with snowflakes.
The snow white beauty was peerlessly beautiful, but everyone felt like they were looking at an ice sculpture, and their hearts were frozen.
The news about Su Yu spread among the prospective Holy Disciples.
To be buried together with the Slayer King in the valley was admirable and lamentable.
In the past, the two of them had disobeyed the Holy King together and shocked the entire Sanctuary.
Now, Xia Jingyu was the only one left. She was lonely and isolated from the world.
Dong –
The Holy King's Bell rang again. The battle for the Prospective Holy Disciples had finally begun.
The doors of the Holy King Hall did not open, but no one doubted that the Holy King was watching everything.
The Prospective Holy Disciple Competition would be held in a ring.
The one who won all the consecutive challenges would become the king of prospective Holy Disciples!
The host was Qiu Changjian.
He casually grabbed a name list and said with a complicated expression, "Xia Jingyu, get on the stage!"
Whoosh —
The beautiful figure was like a shuttle as she flew across the arena.
Under the contrast of the wind and snow, the peerless face of the fairy from the painting was cold and beautiful. Her pair of snow-white eyes were cold and otherworldly.
"Challenge them according to the previous rankings, from lowest to highest! After every victory, you can rest for an hour, "Qiu Changjian announced the rules.
"The first battle!"
Student ranked one hundred and first, peak of Level Five.
"I admit defeat."
"Next battle!"
"I admit defeat."
…
Xia Jingyu's Level Seven Upper Tier was absolutely crushing, causing those who were ranked lower to all give up.
…
Only the top ten would-be Holy Disciples could finally fight against Xia Jingyu.
"Junior Sister Jingyu, I'm not a match for him. I give up." Senior Sister Liu, who was ranked tenth, clasped her fists and retreated.
Zhang Mingyi, ranked ninth, had fallen in the Evil Forest.
Whoosh —
Ranked eighth, Liu Dong, Level Seven Lower Tier.
"I'll fight you!" Liu Dong licked his lips and stared at Xia Jingyu's beautiful figure. His eyes were burning with passion.
Even if he was no match for her, it was not bad to spar with this peerless beauty.
Xia Jingyu stood still on the stage and did not move an inch.
Snow covered her fragrant shoulders and dyed her hair white.
At this moment, she finally made her move.
Her jade-like feet stood rooted to the ground, unmoving.
With just a raise of her finger, a powerful surge of zhenqi burst forth.
Ah —
Liu Dong screamed miserably as he fell off the arena. He was defeated.
Xia Jingyu's eyes were as calm as an ancient well. She slowly put down her finger.
Whoosh —
"Zhang Xiaohua, ranked seventh, come up!"
Xia Jingyu raised her finger.
Ah —
"Yang Ling, ranked sixth, come up!"
Xia Jingyu raised her finger.
Ah —
Du Lin, ranked fifth, had fallen in the Evil Forest.
"Zhang Qian, ranked fourth!"
Zhang Qian, Level Seven Peak, was only one step away from Level Eight!
Leaping onto the arena, Zhang Qian stood with her hands behind her back. As a woman, she could not help but be jealous of Xia Jingyu's beauty.
"Junior Sister Xia's abilities are not bad. I'll let you have three moves." Zhang Qian had a mocking smile on her face.
With her abilities at Level Seven Peak, she could easily crush Xia Jingyu of Level Seven Upper Tier.
Xia Jingyu shook her head, her expression indifferent, "No need, I'll defeat you with one move."
Zhang Qian was humiliated instead of humiliating Xia Jingyu. Her lips curled into a mocking smile, "You're not strong enough and only know how to seduce people with your looks. I heard that Junior Brother Su Yu was seduced by you and was willing to die for you?"
Xia Jingyu's body trembled. Her beautiful eyes, surrounded by ice and snow, glistened.
She did not refute, explain, or defend herself.
Su Yu had indeed died for her.
This was a pain she would never forget!
Zhang Qian was pleased with herself as she sneered, "I think Junior Brother Su Yu is the same, being tricked by a woman to the point that he'd give up his life. To put it nicely, he's sentimental. To put it bluntly, he's just a simpleton."
Qiu Changjian frowned, secretly dissatisfied. Zhang Qian had no shame in humiliating Su Yu like this.
But this was an arena match and he had no right to intervene.
Even if he had the right, it was inconvenient.
Zhang Qian was the woman of Liu Qing, ranked eighth.
In the past, Zhang Qian had no one to rely on. Her talents were average, but she was beautiful. Coincidentally, Liu Qing was fond of women. In order to climb higher, Zhang Qian had degenerated into becoming Liu Qing's plaything.
With Liu Qing as her backing, no prospective Holy Disciples dared to provoke her.
Even Long Xiaoyue had to give her some leeway.
On the arena, Xia Jingyu's eyes flashed with a cold light.
This was the first time she had spoken since entering the arena.
Her voice was raspy and cold, filled with anger and murderous intent, "Those who insult him, die!"
Xia Jingyu was indifferent to insults.
Insulting Su Yu was Xia Jingyu's reverse scale!
Every dragon had a reverse scale, anyone who touched it would be killed!
Such murderous words actually came from Xia Jingyu, who was as tranquil as a celestial being in a painting!
Qiu Changjian and Long Xiaoyue were stunned. Xia Jingyu had really changed.
Her cold and murderous aura was completely different from the calm and gentle Xia Jingyu of the past.
Zhang Qian laughed coldly, "So what if I insult you? Who do you think you are to kill me? Vixen! "
Whoosh —
"Let me see what else you have to be proud of other than your flirtatious nature!"
"Seal of Peaks and Ridges!"
Zhang Qian's palms were like butterflies, dancing in the air. Two illusions of beautiful peaks appeared.
It was as if a mountain was pressing down on them, compelling them.
"Saint Level technique, Stage Three!"
As expected of the terrifying fourth ranked martial artist!
Xia Jingyu's beautiful figure stood still, like an ice sculpture.
Her eyes did not reflect such a terrifying attack.
Her clear eyes were filled with murderous intent!
"Those who insult him, die!"
Her raspy voice contained a cold intent, piercing through the heavens.
Swoosh —
Xia Jingyu's body transformed into a state of nature, enveloping the entire area.
"Saint Grade Holy Decree!"
Everyone below the stage was shocked!
Qiu Changjian was horrified. Xia Jingyu's Holy Decree had actually reached the level of a Holy Disciple?
"Flower Picking Finger!"
Xia Jingyu's clear eyes were cold as she raised her finger.
Puff —
Ah —
Zhang Qian, who was laughing coldly, suddenly had a bloody hole in her chest. Blood spurted out from her body.
"I admit defeat!" Zhang Qian's scalp went numb, and a chill ran down her spine. If that finger had gone any deeper, her heart would have been crushed!
Whoosh —
Zhang Qian quickly retreated, wanting to jump off the stage.
However, to everyone's surprise, Lin Fan's eyes widened.
In the arena where serious injury was prohibited, and Zhang Qian had already admitted defeat, Xia Jingyu would not let go!
"Die! Die! Die! "Xia Jingyu was no longer as gentle as before. At this moment, she was like a cold goddess, filled with murderous intent!
Puff, puff, puff —
Zhang Qian's slender body was instantly pierced with dozens of bloody holes!
Seventy percent of her blood had been sucked out!
Even if she did not die, Zhang Qian would lose the ability to fight!
However, Xia Jingyu did not have the slightest intention of stopping. Instead, she was ruthless!
Her murderous intent would not rest until she had achieved her goal!
"Flower Picking Finger!" A cold voice pierced through the sky.
Even Qiu Changjian could not stop her in time!
No one could stop Xia Jingyu, who was filled with murderous intent!
"Hmph!" A cold grunt came from within the Holy King Hall!
Xia Jingyu grunted, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
His Saint Grade Holy Decree dissipated just like that.
Creak —
The stone doors of the Holy King Hall slowly opened.
An old man sat cross-legged, his gaze calm as he stared at Xia Jingyu.
The Holy King had appeared!
Xia Jingyu's eyes were like lightning, shooting out coldly!
Even the Holy Disciples did not dare look directly at the Holy King, but Xia Jingyu was not afraid, coldly staring back at the Holy King.
"You hate me?" The Holy King's old eyes could see through everything in the world. He saw hatred in Xia Jingyu's eyes.
"Yes!" Xia Jingyu did not hide the hatred in her heart.
"Because I stopped you?" The Holy King asked indifferently.
"No!" Xia Jingyu shook her head, her cold eyes filled with hatred, "You harmed Su Yu!"
If not for the Holy King's oppression, Su Yu would not have risked his life to enter the Evil Forest, and he would not have fallen!
"You want to kill me?" The Holy King's old eyes were calm.
"Yes!" Xia Jingyu's eyes were resolute and fierce. Even though she was a woman, she spoke with an indescribable spirit, "If I do not die, one day, I will take your life! I will not hesitate to go to heaven or hell! "
There was an uproar in the arena, followed by a deathly silence!
Throughout history, Xia Jingyu was the only one who dared to say she would kill the Holy King.
"I am responsible for his death." Unexpectedly, the Holy King was not angry. Instead, he glanced coldly at the number of prospective Holy Disciples, his eyes filled with deep regret.
"You hate me, kill me, do as you please. If one day you have the ability …" The Holy King looked away, slowly closing his eyes, and said indifferently, "Let the competition continue!"
Everyone's heart trembled!
Xia Jingyu had first violated the rules of the arena, then revealed her murderous intent.
The Holy King had written it off!
Countless people were shocked. They could feel that this was the Holy King's way of making amends to Xia Jingyu out of guilt.
The Holy King was apologetic for Su Yu's death.
Xia Jingyu retracted her gaze, her cold eyes looking up at the snowy sky. She said indifferently, "Next!"
Whoosh —
A proud figure leaped onto the arena. It was Long Xiaoyue.
Xia Jingyu was no match for a Level Eight Peak.
"Jingyu, don't be like this. The dead cannot come back to life, you don't have to ruin yourself." Long Xiaoyue could not bear it.
Xia Jingyu looked at her, her gaze gentle, but her voice was still hoarse and cold, "You don't understand."
That was Su Yu's last wish before he died.
To use her eyes to see Xianer, to use her heart to say, "I have not let you down."
Xia Jingyu was willing to use her life to defend his last wish!
"Then make your move!" Long Xiaoyue sympathized, but would not give up the right to challenge a Holy Disciple.
Only the King of prospective Holy Disciples could challenge a real Holy Disciple.
Last year, she had been defeated.
This year was her last chance.
With a flip of her palm, Xia Jingyu took out five elixirs.
These were the elixirs Su Yu had given her before he died.
Xia Jingyu's cultivation base rose rapidly, preparing to break through on the spot.
Long Xiaoyue was slightly surprised. She nodded, "I'll wait for you to complete your breakthrough."
"No need." Xia Jingyu shook her head.
Long Xiaoyue was helpless. Even if Xia Jingyu broke through to Level Seven Peak, she would still be no match for her.
"If that's the case, Junior Xia, be careful." Long Xiaoyue sighed.
"Like a fish in water."
Swoosh —
Long Xiaoyue's entire body blended into nature. From afar, it was as if she was nature itself.
"A saint grade Holy Decree! Long Xiaoyue has also comprehended a saint grade Holy Decree! "The crowd was shocked. Long Xiaoyue had hidden her strength well.
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