Winning Is Winning

"Substituting the Plum for the Peach?! What an exquisite Wood Escape Divine Ability!" Ying Luo Chong suddenly exclaimed in admiration.

Zhao Sanyue's movements could fool all the Spirit Transformation juniors, but not the Return to Void Half Immortals.

"Not so! In my view, this girl used the art of Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees! She has merely cultivated it to the pinnacle of perfection." Qian Luo Lie said, shaking his head.

As he spoke, his gaze, filled with admiration, fell behind a colossal silver-white pillar.

Just then, Zhao Sanyue stepped out from behind that pillar. Calmly, she flicked the green branch in her hand, and several drops of jade dew instantly shook loose.

In an instant, a vast mist spread through the hall, obscuring most people's vision.

Di Wu Xuanye gazed at the dense fog around him and suddenly said in a deep voice, "You may take pride in forcing this old man to use his second divine weapon!"

The moment he finished speaking, he waved his large hand, and a streak of white light instantly rose behind him.

With a ringing sword cry, the white light circled the arena three times like lightning, tearing apart great swathes of mist before descending above his head and revealing an unusual longsword. The sword was clear and cold as water, its blade emitting a faint crystalline glow. Yet along its edge were two rows of sharp serrations, constantly flashing with strange blood-red light.

A whooshing sound rose.

An evil wind suddenly swept through the entire hall, and an extremely bloody, malevolent aura spread outward. Zhao Qingfeng, who was watching from the side, felt his vision turn red, as though he had been cast into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. A wave of nausea rose in his chest, and