You lost.
Qu Youmeng spoke calmly, her sword tip remaining motionless, coldly announcing the outcome of the duel.
Only then did Han Ming awaken from his daze, his face suddenly turning into a palette of colors.
We lost...
He actually lost?
His cultivation level has been sealed and will be difficult to break in the short term. He doesn't want to gamble whether it's faster for him to break the seal or to One Sword.
and...
According to the agreement, he did indeed lose...
The word "lost" echoed and magnified in Han Ming's mind, making his face appear even darker than ink.
Those eyes, which had previously held only arrogance and disdain, were now filled with helplessness, resentment, shock, and a complex mix of emotions as they looked at the girl's face against the blazing sun.
Qu Youmeng curled her lips into a smirk and looked down at him, saying, "You think you can challenge my master with your trashy abilities?"
Master... Master?!
Is this Lin Xuan's disciple?
Han Ming's eyes widened instantly, a lump forming in his throat, unable to rise or fall.
His position as the Holy Son of the Primordial Slaying Alliance did not originally belong to him; it was prepared for Lin Xuan by the Baiyue Cult Leader.
However, the Baiyue Cult Leader failed to win over Lin Xuan, which is why the position fell to him.
Therefore, he was always somewhat Qi Ingestion of Lin Xuan.
Why should I be the one to pick up what others don't want?
How strong is Lin Xuan?
Is someone born into the Primordial Holy Heaven, a piece of trash, even worthy of being compared to him?
Therefore, this time, Han Ming's target is actually Lin Xuan.
He wanted to take the opportunity to defeat Lin Xuan in the arena to prove that his talent was no less than Lin Xuan's!
But what did he hear now?
disciple!?
The girl in black before him was actually Lin Xuan's disciple. Didn't this mean that he couldn't even defeat Lin Xuan's disciple, let alone Lin Xuan himself?
Why would Lin Xuan have such a disciple!
Moreover, why would a genius with Seventh-Level Sword Intent be confined to such a small place!
Not only was Han Ming too shocked to speak, but everyone else in the Primordial Holy Heaven was also speechless with shock.
Many people don't even know that Qu Youmeng is Lin Xuan's disciple; they don't even know such a person exists.
Now that I see it for myself, everything becomes clear, but more doubts and questions arise as a result.
When exactly did their Supreme Institute acquire such a monstrous student?!
But some people, looking at Qu Youmeng's face, gradually realized and understood.
Some trainees blurted it out almost without thinking.
"I remember now, it's her, it's her!"
"Who?" the others asked hastily.
"That's Qu Youmeng! She defeated Meng Tianya in Demon-Suppressing City. The Great Saint Masters almost fought over her, and many even asserted that her talent was no less than Jiang Chengzun's. I was in a hurry to heal my injuries at the time and only caught a glimpse of her as I passed by. Only now do I realize, she is that Qu Youmeng, the prodigy!!"
Upon hearing this, many people's memories were instantly rekindled.
Many of them also knew that not long ago, an extremely mysterious sword cultivator girl appeared in Demon-Suppressing City. The talent she displayed was the envy of countless people, who were captivated by her. However, no one expected that she would ultimately choose to join Primordial Holy Heaven, a bottom-tier existence.
Now, hearing Qu Youmeng address Lin Xuan not as "teacher" but as "master," many people began to ponder.
The master-disciple relationship is not the same as the teacher-student relationship; it's something you can never escape for the rest of your life unless you betray your master.
After a moment of shock, the many holy masters finally came to their senses and laughed triumphantly.
We won!
They, the Primordial Holy Heaven, have finally won!
Then, turning to Han Ming, he coldly said, "This battle is now a victory for our Primordial Holy Heaven. According to the agreement, shouldn't you leave immediately?"
Startled by this remark, Han Ming snapped out of his shock, his expression shifting between light and shadow.
He never expected to lose, and he certainly didn't have the ability to make the entire Primordial Slaying Alliance retreat based solely on his own win or loss.
Damn it!
Where did this Qu Youmeng come from?
hateful!
Just as he was in a dilemma, caught between a rock and a hard place, a deep voice sounded from behind him.
"The squabbles and playful fights between younger generations shouldn't be taken seriously."
"Now that our Primordial Slaying Alliance has been established, we will not give up easily. You have won this battle, and we will leave for now. But, please Old Man Bai raised that with his strength, he cannot protect the entire Primordial Holy Heaven!"
When this person spoke, many students' faces turned extremely ugly, as if they were being weighed down by something. Not only them, but some of the holy masters also had similar expressions, only much less severe.
Upon seeing this, Elder Zuo and Elder Qi, who were in the crowd, immediately changed their expressions and, without hesitation, released their oppressive aura.
Pressure clashed with pressure.
There was no sound.
"Ugh!"
Only Elder Qi had a few drops of bright red on his lips.
But the man didn't seem to intend to make a move here and stir up more trouble. He casually withdrew his oppressive aura, and the students' expressions improved.
But a dark cloud hung over everyone's heart.
Half-Saint!
They were certain that the enemy's oppressive aura originated from a cultivator at the Half-Saint level!
Unexpectedly, such an enemy was hidden on the flying ship of the Primordial Slaying Alliance, and he had never shown himself.
Some of the Ancient Emperor and holy masters felt this even more deeply, their hearts trembling.
Half-Saint... and there's more than one!
They sensed in the shadows that there was more than one powerful figure inside the flying ship of the Primordial Slaying Alliance!
Without a doubt, this is a warning and deterrent from the Primordial Slaying Alliance.
After the clandestine clash, as the sound dissipated and the oppressive force receded, the arena, which had occupied a vast area, vanished.
The flying boat of the Primordial Slaying Alliance, like a lotus flower that blooms only briefly, also departed.
Even so, no one had it easy.
The strength displayed by the Primordial Slaying Alliance this time was like a mountain, pressing down on everyone's hearts.
As for seeking help from other Holy Heaven...
That's simply impossible.
The Nine Great Holy Heaven have always considered the Primordial Holy Heaven a disgrace; they would be grateful if they didn't even kick it when it was down, let alone offer any assistance.
Moreover...
The duties of the Holy Heaven have never been internal.
Instead, it's directed outwards.
Suppressing and eliminating demons is the most important thing.
If the Primordial Slaying Alliance can replace the Primordial Holy Heaven and become the second Primordial Holy Heaven, what difference would it make to the other Holy Heaven?
The Primordial Slaying Alliance was certain of this, which is why they acted so recklessly.
As long as they do not overstep their bounds, do not attack other places, and do not commit massacres, they will not provoke the power of destruction. This battle belongs only to them and the Primordial Holy Heaven!
Those who had been observing for so long and witnessed this scene firsthand had all developed their own thoughts to varying degrees.
His expression also changed accordingly.
If you're considering taking sides, this might be your last chance to choose.
The great battle... is about to begin.