The current situation of the Primordial Holy Heaven can only elicit sighs from the other Holy Heaven.
Although most people felt that the Primordial Holy Heaven was utterly useless and dragged everyone down, making the title of one of the Ten Great Saint Heavens seem less impressive, it must be said that the preparations made by the Primordial Holy Heaven this time were evident to everyone.
Unfortunately, while the Primordial Holy Heaven was making progress, the other Holy Heaven couldn't just stand by and watch.
Especially the Golden Feather Holy Heaven.
This time, Golden Feather Holy Heaven has hidden himself far too well.
In the Primordial...
That's it.
The students of Golden Feather Holy Heaven seemed to have already seen the future of victory. They all smiled broadly, and the faces of the students of Primordial Holy Heaven were filled with the same, even more intense, mockery and ridicule.
"You Primordial trash, go back to your homeland!"
"Useless trash, unworthy of being one of the Ten Great Saint Heavens!"
"Winning against you is as easy as crushing an ant, hahaha, you worthless idiots!"
These shouts and jeers, if they were heard by others, would certainly damage morale, and the team would have already lost half the battle before the competition even began.
But Qu Youmeng showed no emotional fluctuation.
She stepped onto the stage, her sword flashing coldly in the air.
Her purple robes fluttered gracefully, exuding both the gentleness of a woman and the detached, carefree spirit of a swordsman.
This is a sword cultivator.
She was also an extremely beautiful sword cultivator.
This was the first impression the other members of the Holy Heaven had of her.
While being amazed by her stunning appearance, doubts also arose spontaneously.
Such a beautiful swordsman... can he really be strong?
But the next second, many people felt relieved.
" Qu Youmeng, that name is unfamiliar. She's not Ten Saints of the Primordial Holy Heaven, so she's probably just an average student with mediocre talent and her strength is probably nothing special."
"But I must say, this woman is truly beautiful... Hmm, judging from the previous few matches, Gao Fu isn't the type to go easy on anyone."
"What a pity, what a pity. I just hope she admits defeat soon and doesn't ruin that beautiful face of hers."
In the direction of Big Dipper Holy Heaven, Feng Wuji was probably the only one who didn't seem to enjoy the jokes.
He pursed his lips earnestly, his eyes filled with worry.
The usually stubborn and arrogant young man suddenly quieted down, drawing glances from those around him.
But Feng Wuji didn't care at all.
He couldn't help but clench his fist.
If it were me going up there, I could take down any opponent, Gao Fu or low, with just two strikes.
There's absolutely no need to consider any issues.
But if it were Fellow Daoist Qu...
He got along well with Qu Youmeng and Wang Yan in the secret realm last time, and Feng Wuji even regarded the two of them as friends. Now, seeing Qu Youmeng facing Gao Fu, he was genuinely worried.
Even though he knew that Qu Youmeng was quite strong, he couldn't convince himself to believe that Qu Youmeng could win.
After all, Gao Fu's flames were truly bizarre.
He could only tell that it was a powerful sacred technique, but he didn't know its specific lineage. It was most likely an ancient sacred technique that had been lost, extremely mysterious and difficult to deal with...
On the arena, facing the stunningly beautiful Qu Youmeng, the other male cultivators were more or less amazed, but Gao Fu was not.
His expression remained calm.
Even more so, the disgust in those eyes deepened.
Purple flames roared around him, burning half the sky above the arena red. A frigid temperature spread out, and a large purple ice carpet spread out beneath his feet, rushing towards Qu Youmeng like a howling wind.
The purple flames resembled dragons. Even those who weren't targeted at that moment couldn't help but frown uncomfortably and turn slightly to the side, resisting the icy aura emanating from the array on the arena.
The overwhelming sense of oppression left many people speechless.
"How can one possibly defeat a prodigy like Gao Fu...?"
At the edge of the ring, someone couldn't help but murmur.
However, before he could even finish his murmur, Qu Youmeng, her expression unchanged, suddenly stepped forward and slashed out with her One Sword on the arena!
The One Sword strike, sweeping away the wind and clouds, possessed overwhelming power. By the time others realized they were no match for it, it was already too late.
This One Sword tore through the crimson light that had gathered in the air above the arena, and also ripped apart the curtain of purple flames.
With a deafening roar, the purple flames that had filled the entire arena vanished in an instant.
Amidst the dazzling sword light, a figure was sent flying backward, crashing heavily off the stage.
When the person leaving the stage clearly saw their face, the entire audience fell silent.
Even the referee elder, who had been nonchalant until now, was stunned and didn't announce the result of the match even after two breaths.
It wasn't that he had neglected his duties; rather, it was the first time he had ever seen something like this.
But the elder referee, being a man of experience, quickly regained his senses, gave Qu Youmeng a deep look, and spoke in a deep voice.
" The Primordial Holy Heaven Qu Youmeng, victory!"
The next moment, the entire audience erupted in uproar!
"Victory...?"
"Did the Primordial Holy Heaven win?"
"Hiss... The Primordial Holy Heaven actually won!! This female cultivator is actually stronger than Wan Renshan?"
" Golden Feather Holy Heaven has a trump card up its sleeve, and Primordial Holy Heaven actually has one too... This is truly..."
Amidst the uproar from the crowd, Qu Youmeng remained calm on the stage.
She simply lowered her head slightly, looked at Gao Fu who was clearly still in a daze, and gave a light sneer.
"You?"
This statement was naturally a response to Gao Fu's previous boastful remarks.
Gao Fu was completely brought back to his senses by this sentence.
His face was contorted, his eyes blazed with an almost insane fire, and even the ugly scars on his face trembled, his voice hoarse and furious.
"No... this isn't... I refuse to accept this!"
After saying that, he suddenly leaped up, trying to rush back onto the ring!
The referee elder's indifferent expression changed instantly, and without hesitation, he raised his hand, intending to strike the person back.
This wasn't the first time he'd seen a student with such a poor temperament.
But a loss is a loss.
Whether you accept it or not, you've already lost!
Fortunately, Chang Yao, the dean of Golden Feather Holy Heaven Gao Fu started his frantic growls. Just as he was about to rush forward, he roared, " Gao Fu! Get down here!"
With a flick of his wrist, a soft whip flew out from his sleeve, wrapped around Gao Fu, and pulled him back sharply.
The chief referee paused, then returned to his calm demeanor, ceasing all intervention in the arena.
In contrast, the students preparing for the Gao Fu ) are on the verge of collapse.
Those purple eyes were bloodshot, staring intently at Qu Youmeng, her state one of madness.
"No way, I can't lose! I have to win, I have to win!"
"I sacrificed everything, risking being corroded by poison and bound by Curse, to gain such immense power. How could I possibly lose? I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this!!"
"Why is it that you prodigies are born with everything, while I have to sacrifice everything for power? Even so, I accept it, but why, why... I don't want to lose, I won't..."