"It's truly uncertain who will win the battle between Senior Brother Qi Yao and Senior Brother Holy Son!"
"I'm really looking forward to this battle! Do you think Ye Xuan Holy Son, can forge another legend and defeat Qi Yao?"
"I think it's a bit difficult. After all, Senior Brother Qi Yao is at the Golden Core Realm Fourth Level, and his strength is comparable to that of an ordinary Golden Core Realm Seventh Level, far surpassing Senior Brother Wu. Moreover, I've heard that the Holy Son is injured."
"Yes, I heard that last night Elder Yang Kaitai of the Law Enforcement Hall ambushed the Holy Son, injuring him, while Yang Kaitai was killed by the enraged Holy Lord with a single palm strike. Do you think the Holy Son can still fight today?"
On the training ground, countless disciples gathered, discussing the matter animatedly.
They already knew about what happened yesterday.
The Holy Son went to the back mountain for training. Tu Wu wanted to kill the Holy Son, but was instead killed by the Holy Son.
Yang Kaitai of the Law Enforcement Hall also went mad, daring to launch a sneak attack on the Holy Son. He was also killed by the enraged Holy Master with a single palm strike, and the Holy Son was seriously injured as a result.
Even though these things happened last night, they have already been widely circulated.
After all, countless people witnessed Han Bingning's Han Bingning last night.
Amidst the crowd, Lin Xue listened to the discussions around her, her eyes filled with worry.
After learning about this, she really wanted to go to the Holy Son Hall to see Ye Xuan.
However, she was afraid of disturbing Ye Xuan's recovery, and given the significant difference in their social status, she didn't dare to bother him.
" Senior Brother Ye Xuan, please don't be reckless. It's best if you don't come."
She gazed around with her beautiful eyes, praying in her heart.
Inside a cave.
Qi Yao opened his eyes and slowly stood up.
A terrifying killing intent surged in his eyes.
Tu Wu is dead!
This junior brother, who had followed him since joining the Holy Land, cultivating and experiencing alongside him, was dead!
He was furious!
" Ye Xuan, you'd better not come today."
"Otherwise, I, Qi Yao, will surely avenge Tu Wu and kill you, this holy son!"
"I will make you suffer humiliation before all the disciples, and you will never be able to lift your head!"
Qi Yao spoke, exuding a cold and murderous aura, he left the cave.
The Holy Son Hall.
Xiang'er and the other twelve maids stood silently outside the Holy Son Hall, feeling uneasy.
Today is the day of the great battle between the Holy Son and Qi Yao, and they are filled with worry about it.
What worries them most is that the time for the great battle is fast approaching, but the Holy Son has yet to appear.
Could it be that the Holy Son isn't going and is going to stand Qi Yao up?
That would damage the dignity of the Holy Son.
Xiang'er and the others were filled with anxiety and trepidation, but none of them dared to ask or disturb them.
Little did they know that the revered Holy Son in their eyes, the protagonist of today's event Ye Xuan, was fast asleep, having overslept.
On the training ground.
Qi Yao stood proudly on the stage, exuding an extraordinary aura.
He closed his eyes and waited quietly, his aura emanating from him without the slightest hint of danger, yet he exuded an aura of extreme peril.
It was as if it were the harbinger of an approaching storm.
Around the training ground, Huo Qingyi and the other nine candidates for Holy Son, along with several elders, were present.
The Holy Son and Qi Yao are both prominent figures in the Holy Land, and even these elders are somewhat looking forward to their battle.
Not only them, but even Han Bingning and the Eighth Old Ancestor have arrived.
However, no one could see them.
Time ticked by, second by second.
"Why hasn't the Holy Son arrived yet? Is he too afraid to come?"
"No way, is the Holy Son really seriously injured and not planning to come today? Why didn't he inform us beforehand?"
"That's the Holy Son! Even if he's injured, how can he break his promise? How can he be the head of all the disciples if he's like this?"
"Hey, I bet the Holy Son is seriously injured. He knows he's going to lose, he's afraid of dying, afraid of losing face, so he doesn't dare come."
The disciples were getting impatient as Ye Xuan was not arriving for a long time.
Even if Ye Xuan is legendary, this is a battle that was arranged a month ago, and they have been looking forward to it for a month.
However, Ye Xuan didn't show up, leaving everyone standing him up.
Anyone would find this unbearable; complaints are inevitable.
High in the sky.
The Eighth Old Ancestor also frowned deeply. "What is that kid doing? Is he really seriously injured?"
Han Bingning was also very puzzled.
Is the injury serious? No, it can't be.
She had already helped Ye Xuan with his Spiritual Qi energy yesterday, so that Ye Xuan could be in better condition for today's battle.
Could it be that Ye Xuan was seriously injured, and she didn't even realize it?
Han Bingning didn't speak, but her figure flashed and she disappeared.
The Holy Son Hall.
Inside the room.
When Han Bingning saw Ye Xuan fast asleep in bed, she almost laughed in anger.
She doesn't know how to swear, otherwise she definitely would have yelled something.
Holy crap!
This traitor! So many people are waiting for him, and he's sleeping soundly here?
Han Bingning thought angrily, and made a move to kick the bastard awake.
But her long, beautiful legs froze as soon as she lifted them.
Wheel Sea Realm?
Ye Xuan actually broke through to the Wheel Sea Realm overnight?
Han Bingning's heart was in turmoil. This kid really did manage to shock her quite often.
She walked slowly to Ye Xuan Ye Xuan, extended her snow-white, soft hand, and patted him on the body.
"Who is it? Can't a person get some sleep?"
Ye Xuan grumbled in dissatisfaction, his eyes groggily opening a crack.
The next moment, his eyes suddenly widened and stared intently.
"Wow, it's huge!"
Snap!
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Xuan flew out, fully awake.
There stood Han Bingning, her beautiful eyes glaring at him, her cheeks puffed out in anger.
Holy crap, what did I just say?
Ye Xuan quickly feigned a bewildered expression and asked, "Master, what brings you here? I just had a dream where I was eating giant steamed buns."
Han Bingning solidified, the air around him began to freeze, and the room temperature dropped sharply.
Ye Xuan shuddered, almost slapping himself in the face.
Why are you telling the absolute truth?
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he slapped his forehead and shouted:
"Hey, weren't we supposed to fight Qi Yao today? What time is it? Are you alright?"
Han Bingning frowned. "What time is it? What do you mean?"
Ye Xuan, however, had already rushed out of the Holy Son Hall.
"Senior Brother Holy Son."
When Xiang'er and the others saw Ye Xuan appear, they were surprised and greeted him.
Ye Xuan didn't have time to say more. He smiled, nodded, and hurriedly left.
Martial arts training ground.
"I don't think the Holy Son will dare to come. Let's hurry up and go cultivate."
"Sigh, after waiting for a whole month, all I got was nothing. What a disappointment."
"The Holy Son is awesome! He stood us all up. We have to admire him."
The disciples were indeed getting impatient.
They sighed with admiration as they prepared to leave.
But at that moment—
"Look, the Holy Son has arrived!"
"Wow, the Holy Son has really arrived! Greetings, Senior Brother Holy Son!"
"The Holy Son is still as handsome as ever, dressed in flowing white robes, incomparably handsome. Every time I see him, my heart can't help but pound."
A cacophony of sounds erupted, and a section of the crowd suddenly parted.
Then,
Ye Xuan, dressed in white, walked in slowly.
Dressed in flowing white robes, he was elegant, dignified, and dashing.