Wu Hongxiao

As the sun sets, the hilltop and palace are bathed in its afterglow, turning a deep orange-red.

Zhao Zhiqing was dressed in white, her clothes fluttering in the wind, and she held a sharp Longsword, the blade gleaming with a cold light.

Lan Zizhu, dressed in black like a ghost in the night, wielded a large sword and a long whip, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"Zhao Zhiqing, today I'll show you what I'm made of!"

Lan Zizhu struck first again, her long whip lashing out at Zhao Zhiqing like a serpent.

The whip tip tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Zhao Zhiqing Liu Mei, her figure flashing like lightning as she dodged to the side, easily avoiding the fierce attack.

At the same time, she flicked her wrist, Longsword, like Flood Dragon emerging from the water, pierced Lan Zizhu's throat.

Lan Zizhu curled her lips into a cold smile, and with a swift movement of her broadsword, she blocked Zhao Zhiqing's sword with a loud clang and sparks flying.

The two exchanged blows, and the battle quickly escalated to a fever pitch.

On the ground, bricks and stones flew everywhere, and sword marks and whip marks were shocking to behold.

Zhao Zhiqing's swordsmanship was agile and her figure was elusive. The Longsword in her hand was like a living thing, sometimes thrusting, sometimes parrying, making it impossible to defend against.

Lan Zizhu, on the other hand, possesses both offensive and defensive capabilities thanks to the power of her broadsword and the agility of her whip.

The broadsword was wielded with great force, and the long whip could launch attacks from a distance, making Zhao Zhiqing dare not get too close.

"The Spirit Snake Emerges from Cave!"

Lan Zizhu shouted and swung her long whip, which instantly grew longer, like a thick python, and coiled around Zhao Zhiqing.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhiqing lightly touched the ground with her toes and soared into the air like Feiyan.

The moment she leaped up, Lan Zizhu suddenly threw her broadsword at Zhao Zhiqing. The broadsword spun and whirled through the air.

Zhao Zhiqing spun in mid-air, her Longsword flashing forward to meet the blade of the broadsword precisely, deflecting the thrown sword.

Lan Zizhu reached out and caught the flying sword, then used the momentum to leap onto the roof next to her.

Zhao Zhiqing was not to be outdone and followed closely behind.

The two continued fighting on the rooftop, as tiles crumbled and slid down beneath their feet.

Lan Zizhu brandished her broadsword, each strike carrying immense force, leaving the roof riddled with holes.

Zhao Zhiqing weaved through the flashing blades, her Longsword constantly searching for the flaws in the Lan Zizhu.

"Prepare to die!"

Lan Zizhu suddenly roared and launched an attack with her long whip and broadsword at the same time.

A long whip wrapped around Zhao Zhiqing's sword from above, while a large knife slashed viciously at her legs from below.

Zhao Zhiqing's eyes sharpened, her Spiritual Power surged, and a layer of blue light emanated from her body.

With a sudden burst of strength, she managed to knock away both the long whip and the broadsword simultaneously.

Immediately afterwards, the Longsword in her hand shone brightly.

"Sword Shadow Flying Rainbow!"

With her low shout, countless Sword Qi shot out from the Longsword, like rainbow-colored blades, aimed at the Lan Zizhu.

Lan Zizhu's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly brandished her broadsword and long whip, forming a defensive barrier.

The Sword Qi struck the barrier, producing a series of loud bangs and sparks flying Mars.

Taking advantage of the gap in Lan Zizhu's defense, Zhao Zhiqing touched the ground with her toes and rushed towards Lan Zizhu like a white lightning bolt.

Lan Zizhu had no time to dodge and had no choice but to face the challenge head-on.

"Boom!"

The two clashed fiercely again, and powerful Spiritual Power fluctuations spread outwards, instantly leveling the surrounding rooftops.

The two figures appeared and disappeared in the smoke and dust, and then they soared into the sky at the same time.

In the air, the battle between the two intensified.

Various spells and techniques were continuously released, with flashes of light.

Zhao Zhiqing's swordplay became faster and faster, and the light on the sword became more and more dazzling.

Lan Zizhu, however, did not back down at all, and her broadsword and whip worked together even more seamlessly.

The long whip, like a black lightning bolt, constantly weaved through Zhao Zhiqing's sword shadows, while the broadsword awaited the opportune moment to deliver a fatal blow.

"Behold my ultimate move, the Purple Lightning World-Shaking Whip!"

Lan Zizhu suddenly let out a deafening shout, and the long whip in her hand shone brightly, with purple lightning coiling around it, like an angry Thunder Dragon, rushing towards Zhao Zhiqing.

Zhao Zhiqing also unleashed her strongest move. "Azure Firmament Sword Control Technique!"

She was enveloped in azure light, her Longsword hovering in front of her, and countless azure Sword Qi swirling around her, forming a giant sword wheel.

The two beams of light collided violently high in the sky, producing a deafening roar.

The entire sky was dyed purple and blue, and the intense light made it impossible for people on the ground to open their eyes.

After a long while, the intense light gradually dissipated, and Zhao Zhiqing and Lan Zizhu slowly descended from the sky.

Both of them looked rather disheveled. Zhao Zhiqing's white dress was now torn into many pieces, hanging loosely on her body, revealing bloodstains.

Lan Zizhu's black clothes were also not spared; strips of cloth fluttered wildly in the wind, and her skin was covered with wounds.

The moment their feet touched the ground, they couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to their knees, panting heavily.

This fierce battle raged from the ground to the rooftop, and then from the rooftop into the air, with all sorts of powerful moves being unleashed. Their Spiritual Power was completely depleted, and their physical strength was severely overdrawn.

Zhao Zhiqing raised her head, her gaze stubbornly fixed on Lan Zizhu, her hair disheveled and plastered to her sweat-drenched face.

Lan Zizhu stared at her, a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with resentment.

They all knew in their hearts that they had given their all in this battle, yet they still couldn't predict the outcome.

At this moment, all around was silent, with only the heavy breathing of the two people echoing in the air.

Wenren Yu, Fan Xiaotong, and the others retreated to a distance, watching this scene with utter shock.

The commotion from their fight had already attracted the attention of many people.

A crowd gathered around to watch, pointing and discussing the battle, but no one stepped forward to stop it.

After all, these two are currently at the height of their popularity and are considered top contenders for the title of sect's Saintess.

Everyone assumed that the two had started a major battle prematurely because of this conflict.

After resting for a while, their breathing became more stable and their strength recovered somewhat. Just as they were about to draw their swords against each other again, a sharp shout suddenly pierced the sky.

"Stop!"

The voice was as loud as a bell, carrying an undeniable authority.

The two looked up and saw a red figure flying down from the sky at lightning speed, as fast as a shooting star chasing the moon.

In the blink of an eye, it hovered steadily above everyone.

Zhao Zhiqing's heart skipped a beat. The person who came was none other than Lan Zizhu's master, the Ninth Elder of the Inner Sect, Wu Hongxiao of Purple Cloud Peak.

Her fiery red robe fluttered in the wind, her eyes revealing sharpness and majesty, her black hair tied up high, with a few stray strands flying freely by her temples, further highlighting her dashing spirit.

Wu Hongxiao's gaze swept over the chaotic scene below, with broken walls, rubble, and tiles scattered all over the ground, a scene of utter devastation.

When she saw her beloved disciple Lan Zizhu's disheveled appearance, with her hair in disarray, her clothes tattered, and her body covered in blood, her brows furrowed instantly.

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and a chilling aura emanated from his body.

She looked down at Zhao Zhiqing with a sharp gaze like a blade, and shouted angrily, "Zhao Zhiqing, how dare you! You actually dare to come up to my Purple Cloud Peak to cause trouble for my disciple?"

"If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation by today, don't blame Purple Cloud Peak for showing no mercy!"

In this inner sect, Wu Hongxiao is known for being fiercely protective of her own, and she usually dotes on Lan Zizhu.

Seeing his beloved disciple suffer such a great humiliation, Ruoyan's anger was like surging lava, about to erupt.

Zhao Zhiqing's expression hardened, and she inwardly cried out in alarm, but she straightened her back and looked directly at Wu Hongxiao without fear.

Suddenly, another voice rang out in the air. "Wu Hongxiao, what kind of explanation do you want?"