Lu Xueqi and Bi Yao (72)

An hour later, Su Han stepped onto Arena No. 12.

Across from him stood a woman in a pale blue gauze dress. She was indeed exceptionally beautiful, with skin like snow and features like a painting. Her eyes seemed to hold autumn waters, and a hazy glow drifted within them as she looked around, instinctively inspiring affection and lowering one's guard.

"Junior Brother Su Han of the Ziyang Sect?" Meng Qingsi's voice was gentle, like a spring breeze brushing past the ear. "I saw Junior Brother defeat his opponent with a single sword strike earlier. Your Sword Intent was awe-inspiring, and Qingsi admires you. I hope you will show mercy shortly."

As she spoke, the hazy glow in her eyes rippled faintly. An invisible, intangible Divine Soul fluctuation quietly spread out, attempting to seep into Su Han's mind.

For an ordinary Star Sea Realm cultivator, such gentle words coupled with the subtly seductive influence on the Divine Soul would inevitably loosen their resolve, stirring pity for a beautiful woman or causing them to let down their guard. But the clear radiance of Yue Hua naturally circulated within Su Han's Star Palace. The invading Divine Soul fluctuation vanished like a clay ox entering the sea, unable to stir even the slightest ripple.

Su Han's expression remained unchanged as he cupped his hands. "Please, Senior Sister Meng."

A flicker of surprise passed through Meng Qingsi's eyes. Though she had not fully unleashed her Autumn Water Draw, few cultivators of the same realm could resist it so easily. This Su Han was indeed no ordinary man.

She said no more. Raising her slender hand, she formed a profound seal. In an instant, the scene atop the arena changed drastically—countless pink petals appeared from thin air and fluttered down. A cloyingly sweet fragrance filled