"Why aren't you saying anything?"
Looking at Yun Wan'er beside her, mouth hanging wide open, Yun Qiyue shot her a glance and asked.
Hadn't this girl been quite talkative just now?
Why had she suddenly fallen silent?
"I want to learn it, I want to learn it, I want to learn that sword strike."
"Good sister, could you let Junior Brother teach me?"
"As long as Junior Brother is willing to teach me, I'm willing to do anything—even offer myself to him."
Yun Wan'er could not help tugging at her collar.
The sight made Yun Qiyue frown.
"Stop acting slutty in front of me."
With that, Yun Qiyue turned and left.
She paid no heed whatsoever to Yun Wan'er behind her.
Yun Wan'er, meanwhile, stared thoughtfully at Yun Qiyue's retreating back. One look was enough to tell that she still had not given up.
Aside from them, the entire audience had erupted.
They had recovered from their initial shock.
Ye Lin had slain Baili Tusu with a single sword strike.
At first, Ye Lin had deliberately toyed with Baili Tusu.
Later, Ye Lin could no longer be bothered to endure it and chose to cut Baili Tusu down with one strike.
Thus, in everyone's eyes, this slaughter had been an utterly one-sided affair, without the slightest suspense.
From beginning to end, Ye Lin had not used his full strength.
When Ye Lin truly exerted himself, Baili Tusu had died to a single strike.
Therefore, Ye Lin's true strength remained a mystery in everyone's minds even now.
A genuine mystery.
On the Arena, Ye Lin had already quietly left the Arena, his figure having completely vanished from public view.
With the Heavenly Blade Sage and a host of quasi-Saints, the experts dispatched by the Holy Palace, and powerful cultivators who had