Regardless, a crisis is looming.
Qu Youmeng dismissed those chaotic thoughts, drew her sword to meet the attack, and faced these three... two Alien Race. Although she didn't know why the Your Highness Sixty-Three hadn't participated, Qu Youmeng still dared not let her guard down for a moment.
She didn't understand why these two Alien Race were silver-white, but the Your Highness Sixty-Three understood immediately upon seeing them.
He and they were "of the same kind".
The only similarity is that they, like the Your Highness Sixty-Three, are of Imperial Blood!
The Your Highness Sixty-Three, also known as Lin Xuan, only understood how prestigious the Your Highness Nineteen of the Alien Race, whom he had killed in the Void Realm that day, truly was within the Alien Race royal family after gaining a deeper understanding of the Alien Race race.
Ranked in the top twenty, and a rare member of the Lower Imperial Blood family!
Their signature feature is their silvery-white skin.
They took pride in their silvery-white scales, and naturally, they couldn't stand the Your Highness Sixty-Three, who, despite having awakened Imperial Blood, still occasionally maintained his scarlet appearance.
In particular, the Your Highness Sixty-Three has been enjoying great popularity recently... He is one of the most sought-after prodigies among the God Clan.
He was extremely arrogant and didn't take his brothers, the Brother Wang, seriously at all. They were of Imperial Blood and their status was no lower than that of the sixty-third prince, but he still did whatever he wanted.
Now that I see him being chased by a Human Race, shouldn't I laugh at him mercilessly?
Weren't you arrogant? How did you end up like this? It's truly laughable.
But they didn't notice the increasingly profound gaze emanating from the Your Highness Sixty-Three behind them.
He was aware of his disciple's strength, but the two Alien Race in front of him who had awakened Imperial Blood were clearly even stronger.
To kill him, one must draw one's sword.
However, if he were to draw his sword, it would surely arouse Meng'er's suspicion. For a moment, the Your Highness Sixty-Three's killing intent surged, but he hesitated for a moment.
Ahead, two Imperial Blood members were already engaged in fierce combat with Qu Youmeng.
Even though Qu Youmeng was quite strong, she could only barely parry.
Each Sword Qi strike was deflected, and with One Sword landing on the opponent's silvery-white scales, she felt an extremely powerful recoil that caused her Qi and Blood to surge and her Spiritual Power to tremble.
What terrifying defensive power! No wonder the Your Highness Sixty-Three was able to block my killing move with this technique.
As the battle raged, she found herself increasingly exhausted, and she was secretly astonished by the power of these two Alien Race.
Amidst the roar of Sword Qi energy on the battlefield, Qu Youmeng's Spiritual Power was finally exhausted. Her wrist trembled, and in the instant she revealed a weakness, the spiritual sword she was holding was knocked away by the Your Highness Forty-Four.
The Your Highness Fifty-Three grinned menacingly and lunged forward, slamming a punch into Qu Youmeng's left shoulder. The violent force surged into her limbs and bones, and Qu Youmeng, dressed in black, was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, landing with serious injuries!
She slowly rose, spitting out the blood and foam from her mouth. Watching the two Alien Race approach, she clenched her teeth, her despair growing stronger.
"Well."
A soft sigh, tinged with a hint of helplessness, came from the side.
That was a Sword Qi that Qu Youmeng was extremely familiar with, its momentum like the collapse of the heavens. With One Sword strike, it decisively severed the heads of two Imperial Blood members. Even in death, they stared wide-eyed in disbelief, never expecting that they would perish because of an attack from behind.
Qu Youmeng, however, stared wide-eyed in shock at the person who had drawn the sword.
The Your Highness Sixty-Three, holding a long sword, stood right in front of him.
That figure from behind felt strangely familiar.
Qu Youmeng was unfamiliar with the sword held by the Your Highness Sixty-Three. It looked like any ordinary sword without any markings. However, she had seen the Swordsmanship just now very clearly!
familiar...
It looks so familiar!
The Swordsmanship that was so familiar, the sigh, and the One Sword blow made an utterly absurd thought emerge in Qu Youmeng's mind.
As the Your Highness Sixty-Three approached, for some reason, Qu Youmeng didn't dodge. Instead, she stared straight at his eyes and brows, unable to utter a word.
She felt as if she had gone mad...
Just then, the cold voice of the Your Highness Sixty-Three came over.
Aren't you leaving yet?
"Are we supposed to stay here for dinner?"
"This prince has no custom of entertaining Human Race."
Qu Youmeng seemed to awaken from a dream. She was dazed and confused, wanting to say something but stopping herself. In the end, she didn't say anything more, but simply gripped her spirit sword and turned to leave.
Inside the Sword Pavilion formation, Yunyi and the others were waiting for Qu Youmeng to return.
They all appeared calm and unconcerned.
They already knew the outcome of this battle.
With the third senior sister personally taking action, besides a resounding victory, are there any other options?
Just then, Qu Youmeng returned.
The group subconsciously looked up, only to see Qu Youmeng's somber expression.
Instantly, their hearts skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding washed over them.
"Senior sister..."
"I lost, but he let me go."
Qu Youmeng shook her head, sat down, lowered her eyes, and spoke calmly.
But beneath that calm tone, his inner thoughts were extremely complex.
What!?
Everyone was astonished.
Although they could vaguely guess the outcome of the match from Qu Youmeng 'Qu Youmeng expression, they still found it hard to believe when she actually said it.
Qu Youmeng actually lost?
How is that possible!?
It should be noted that Qu Youmeng's strength ranks second among all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, second only to Su Lianxin.
Although she is the third senior sister, her strength is not just ranked third.
In Yunyi and Wang Yan's view, even the so-called Ancient Alliance prodigies and Ancient Realm geniuses that the outside world was praising were no match for Qu Youmeng.
Now... she's lost?
Moreover, they lost to a Alien Race royal family ranked sixty-third?
When did the Alien Race royal family become so powerful?
this...
Several of her junior brothers and sisters were extremely curious, so Qu Youmeng simplified the story and casually recounted her experiences.
certainly...
For some reason, she subconsciously concealed the One Sword from the Your Highness Sixty-Three.
That familiar One Sword, and the protection of that Alien Race, were utterly unbelievable, even sparking a crazy conjecture in her mind.
Could the Your Highness Sixty-Three be...?
After a moment, Qu Youmeng shook her head.
never mind.
I'm probably overthinking it.
How could Master possibly accept a disciple from Alien Race?
He shouldn't be my junior brother, right...?
Even now, Qu Youmeng only dares to speculate in this direction; that terrible thought has been nipped in the bud by herself.
The others were also shocked after hearing Qu Youmeng's words.
Are these Alien Race serious?
He not only let Chen Xiao go, but also Qu Youmeng?
Moreover, he even killed his own clansmen?
What on earth is going on?!
"I don't know either, what exactly happened."
Qu Youmeng shook her head.
"I originally thought that even I wouldn't be able to come back this time, but unexpectedly..."
Thinking of the methods displayed by the Your Highness Sixty-Three, Qu Youmeng paused, but did not continue speaking. Instead, she gently shook her head, stopped talking, and turned to leave.
Her last words, carried by the wind, reached the ears of her fellow students from afar.
"Enough. This time I was careless, and my strength was insufficient. From now on, I will go into seclusion. This world is too vast; no one knows when they will encounter a powerhouse far surpassing their own. Even those of us with exceptional talent must diligently cultivate and must not..."
"Arrogance!"
Leaving behind a silent warning, Qu Youmeng chose to go into seclusion without hesitation.
This trip taught her a lesson: never underestimate others.
This world was much larger than she had imagined, and there were far more geniuses among them.
Before she went into seclusion, she had only one thought in her mind.
That is, if one day I become stronger and see the Your Highness Sixty-Three again, I wonder what his reaction will be?
I must defeat him personally and thoroughly question him about his relationship with my master and the Sword Pavilion...