First Blood, Arena Competition

"I'm not interested." Hua Yan lightly dismissed Princess Ning'an's challenge.

"You actually refused me?" Princess Ning'an frowned slightly. She had never expected to be refused. As a noble member of the Feather Clan, one of the people of the heavens, exchanging blows with her was something countless people dreamed of.

This was her first move since revealing her identity. If Hua Yan had not possessed the Nine Yin Body, a physique seen only once in ten thousand years, she would never have given her the chance to challenge her.

That's right. In her eyes, allowing Hua Yan to exchange blows with her was a form of grace.

Hua Yan became even less inclined to pay her any attention. She casually waved her hand, signaling everyone to continue onward, leaving her standing off to the side.

They were currently in a competition grounds, not a private arena, much less a place to flaunt individual heroism. They still bore the mission entrusted to them by the academy.

Especially Hua Yan. She held the most points in the entire field, and Myriad Manifestations Palace's hopes rested in her hands. Victory would be one thing, but if she lost, she would bury everyone's efforts with her.

If they lacked enough points, she might have been willing to take the risk. But they now held an absolute advantage. How could they possibly accept the other party's so-called challenge?

The more aggressive she had been before, the more cautious she was now.

"You dare ignore me?" A vicious gleam flashed through Princess Ning'an's eyes. Her pristine white wings trembled, and dozens of feather blades tore through the air toward Hua Yan.

Without another word, she directly attacked.

For one person to dare attack more than a dozen at once, her courage truly had to be admired.