The girl in black is Qu Youmeng.
After she finished speaking, she appeared on the arena in one step, her sword already drawn.
But looking at the girl who had suddenly appeared, Han Ming sized her up and suddenly smiled.
The smile was not friendly; it carried a clear hint of sarcasm.
He asked dismissively, "You? Which of the Ten Saints are you?"
Qu Youmeng shook her head.
"I'm not."
no?
Han Ming scoffed.
He's not even one of the Ten Saints, yet he dares to challenge him?
Although he didn't say it aloud, his expression spoke volumes.
Especially after he witnessed Qu Youmeng's realm.
"You, a Emperor Realm Peak cultivator who isn't even Venerable Realm trash, dare to stand up for the Primordial Holy Heaven?"
After saying that, he took a step forward and landed on the arena.
"Ridiculous."
He didn't take Qu Youmeng seriously at all.
Emperor Realm?
Isn't this just making a fool of yourself?
He was worried that he might punch his opponent so hard he'd blow him to pieces; it didn't matter if blood and flesh splattered on the ring, as long as it didn't get his clothes dirty.
That's utterly ridiculous.
Not to mention Han Ming, everyone else in the Primordial Holy Heaven was stunned.
Emperor Realm Peak!?
Whose disciple is this? How can he be so troublesome? Doesn't he even consider his own level of skill before daring to step onto the stage?
Even if Han Ming suppresses his cultivation level, it's still a battle that a mere Emperor Realm like you can't get involved in!
Besides, even Wan Renshan has already lost. To send someone else now, especially someone that hardly anyone knows, would be nothing short of humiliation.
So what if she's beautiful?
The heavens of the Primordial Holy Heaven were filled with countless beauties.
Han Ming is the Holy Son of the Primordial Slaying Alliance; how could he possibly show mercy just because the other party is good-looking?
This is outrageous!
Duan Nianwei recognized Qu Youmeng in the crowd, but she was also somewhat worried.
She knew that her senior sister was exceptionally talented and possessed formidable Sword Intent, likely on par with, or even surpassing, her own.
However, the difference in their levels of understanding is simply too great!
Even if Han Ming suppresses her cultivation level, what if something unexpected happens to her, and her master isn't around right now? How will she explain it to him?
Duan Nianwei knew that Qu Youmeng was her senior sister, but Qu Youmeng was of a higher cultivation level and had stayed in the Primordial Holy Heaven for a longer time. Therefore, both out of courtesy and reason, she should take care of her more.
She pursed her lips, her brows furrowed with worry, and was about to step forward to stop her senior sister when she was stopped by Yunyi beside her.
Yunyi gently shook her head.
"No need to stop her, Senior Sister isn't as weak as you think."
"In our Sword Pavilion, besides our senior sister, she is the strongest!"
Duan Nianwei was skeptical, but she still stopped in her tracks.
There was more than one person who underestimated Qu Youmeng.
But among these people, Han Ming should be the one who looks down on the most.
He didn't even bother to glance at Qu Youmeng, directly suppressing his cultivation level to the Emperor Realm Peak. He looked down at Qu Youmeng and spoke indifferently, showing absolutely no interest in fighting her.
"I see you're a sword cultivator too, but with your current level, you're really not up to par. I'll let them have three moves, and then I'll give you... ha, I'll give you ten moves."
As he spoke, he raised his head.
"You are welcome to make your move."
It won't hurt him in the slightest anyway.
Even though he suppressed his cultivation level, his physical body couldn't possibly follow suit. He still possessed the physical body of Thearch Realm Second Layer Peak cultivator; he had simply removed the powerful protective spiritual Spiritual Power.
Even so, did this strange girl really want to hurt him?
Oh.
He wouldn't give her ten moves; it wasn't that he found it troublesome, but rather that he didn't want the match to drag on for too long. What was a hundred moves to her?
Both sides were toothless infants, unable to even gnaw a piece of flesh off him.
Han Ming is arrogant.
Moreover, he has reason to be proud.
Even though he had deliberately suppressed his cultivation level, his Sword Intent was still at the fifth level of perfection.
Who among the people of the Primordial Holy Heaven could rival him?
He said to let them all come at him, which was indeed disrespectful, but he was definitely not just boasting!
Qu Youmeng remained unmoved by what he said.
Her sword tip pointed at Han Ming, without moving an inch, her gaze fixed coldly into his eyes.
"Ten moves?"
She shook her head, her expression neither sad nor happy, and there was no anger at being insulted.
"No need for ten moves, one move will suffice."
As soon as she finished speaking, she had no intention of listening to the other person's nonsense anymore. Her longsword flashed with a startling light, and her Sword Intent spread out, instantly creating a powerful aura.
"This... this Sword Intent!?"
Below the arena, the holy masters were immediately startled, especially Elder Qi. He had been frowning, pondering how to deal with the aggressive Holy Son of the Primordial Slaying Alliance, but he was completely clueless and had barely paid attention to the battle on the arena.
The moment Wan Renshan lost, he had already given up all hope.
However, when the Sword Intent spread out and affected him, Elder Qi's eyes widened in disbelief, and he turned his head sharply to look at the girl in black on the arena.
His hands were shaking.
" Seventh-Level Sword Intent!"
A few heavy words, filled with astonishment, came out of his mouth, startling everyone else.
"What?"
How many layers?
" Elder Qi, are you sure you're not mistaken?!"
No wonder these people were astonished. Seventh-Level Sword Intent was simply unbelievable to them. Even Elder Qi himself only had Sixth Layer Sword Intent!
Besides, what's her cultivation level?!
However, it was impossible for Elder Qi to be mistaken.
He stared intently at the girl in black on the stage, his heart surging with boundless excitement.
After producing a prodigy like Lin Xuan, their Primordial Holy Heaven actually managed to produce another sword cultivator prodigy.
That's wonderful!
After Qu Youmeng unleashed her Sword Intent, even Han Ming stared wide-eyed in disbelief, unwilling to accept it.
Seven layers? How is that possible!
He had diligently cultivated the Sword Dao for so many years, with all sorts of heaven-defying Cultivation Method and sword skills at his disposal. Countless supreme sword cultivators had guided him, clearing away obstacles in his Sword Dao, before he finally reached the fifth level of perfect Sword Intent.
The girl in front of him looked to be only about twenty years old, yet she possessed Seventh-Level Sword Intent!
Why?
Why should I?!
The One Sword was too fast; so fast that Han Ming didn't even have time to react. He saw a flash of cold light before his eyes, and the Sword Intent on the entire arena instantly converged, like a shadow, silently sliding down beside him.
A tremendous power erupted, and in Han Ming's pupils, the black-clad girl's cold face gradually magnified. Her long sword touched lightly, yet it felt as if a mountain was crashing down, striking him directly in the chest.
When facing Shentu Feng, the protective spiritual Spiritual Power that was like an unbreakable tortoise shell suddenly collapsed.
Han Ming's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints. He raised his sword to fight, but was horrified to find that his arm was trembling!
Fifth-Level Sword Intent clashed with Seventh-Level Sword Intent, and the sword intent was completely crushed, unable to even force out its own Sword Intent.
Before he could even muster all his strength to unleash his Sword Intent and put up a futile resistance, the black-clad girl's sword had already arrived, and blood uncontrollably spurted from the corner of his lips.
He was sent flying backward, leaving a deep gash on the arena.
This heavy blow caused Han Ming's vision to go black.
When he opened his eyes, his vision returned to light, and what he saw was the azure dome that belonged exclusively to the Primordial Holy Heaven, and a sword gleaming with cold light pressed against his throat.