Was It Him?

Qi Xiu was overjoyed, but his expression remained unchanged. He clasped his hands and thanked him neither humbly nor arrogantly. "Thank you for the medicine, Elder Duanmu!"

Duanmu Xi waved his hand casually. "It's nothing. Hurry and recover. I still want to see you and Yun Ling'er clash like dragons and tigers!"

Qi Xiu immediately swallowed a pill. In just five minutes, most of his depleted true qi had been restored.

He took another pill. Five more minutes passed, and he had nearly recovered completely, returning to his peak condition.

"Time waits for no one. Let's begin!" Duanmu Xi waved his hand, signaling for the match to continue.

Qi Xiu's lips curled as he looked at Yun Ling'er, who had already landed on the arena. His eyes held a hint of disdain.

Having just defeated Han Chen, his confidence had swelled. After all, he was young, full of himself and still rough around the edges. He had yet to develop a cautious disposition.

Little did he know that he would pay for it soon.

Yun Ling'er, on the other hand, remained wary.

Zhao Han had already told her how to counter him. All she had to do was proceed step by step.

As the final battle began, the crowd below continued to chatter noisily.

"Yun Ling'er's not as good as Han Chen. I'd say she's in trouble."

"Not necessarily. Yun Ling'er broke through the Purple Cloud Sword Array earlier, and that array looked a lot sturdier than this turtle shell to me."

"Ooh, another clash of dragons and tigers!"

Seeing that the two were full of fighting spirit, Duanmu Xi raised a hand to pause them and reminded them:

"This is the final match. It will also decide who gets the sole chance to join the outer sect of Haoran