Senior Sister Will Get Even for You!

As if it were a signal, Bai Kejin faced off against Chi Yan, and a disciple of the Mara Gate quickly stepped onto Dong Fuzhu's dueling platform.

Therefore, Dong Fuzhu could only glance at Bai Kejin's direction briefly before quickly refocusing all her attention on her opponent.

Sang Ying was no exception; a cultivator with Single Fire Spirit Root also approached her.

Although the other person claimed to be seeking advice, the eagerness in their eyes made Sang Ying realize that this person wanted to defeat her at all costs.

Unfortunately, not every Single Fire Spirit Root is as troublesome as Chi Yan. Even though this disciple of the Mara Gate has already reached the Golden Core Late Stage, he is still no match for Sang Ying.

Before the spectators could even get excited, the fight between the two on stage ended with the Mara Gate disciple being kicked off the stage.

Sang Ying's kick left no room for error, nearly knocking the man off his feet.

After being helped up by his fellow disciple, he glanced at Sang Ying a few times with a gloomy look in his eyes.

But Sang Ying had no time to pay attention to him at the moment, as she had already focused all her attention on her two junior brothers and sisters.

Dong Fuzhu fared better. Although she was facing a disciple with extremely strong attack power and a golden Spirit Root, her many years of cultivation had not been in vain. Even though she was not as easy to deal with as her previous opponents, she was not at a disadvantage.

However, things seem to be going badly for Bai Kejin.

After carefully considering Mara Gate's actions, Sang Ying recalled a tactic from the mortal realm—Tian Ji's horse racing strategy!

On the high platform, Jiulian watched as her junior disciple struggled to dodge Chi Yan's attacks, being relentlessly beaten down.

He showed no displeasure whatsoever; in fact, a smile played on his lips. "I never expected the Mara Gate to adopt those mortal tactics, using the superior against the average, the average against the inferior, and the inferior against the superior. What, are they trying to use the Tian Ji horse racing strategy to defeat me, the Ten Thousand Daos Born cultivator?"

Elder Xu, whose thoughts had been exposed, smiled broadly upon hearing this, "It is said that Ten Thousand Daos Born's Venerable Army Breaker and possesses a remarkable memory. Now that I have met him, it is indeed as the rumors say; his knowledge is extraordinary!"

This tactic was suggested by the Lord of the Mara Gate when they set off from the Mara Gate to prepare for the finals. If the Lord hadn't explained it, they would never have known that those mediocre mortals could possess such wisdom.

Even Elder Xu was surprised that this method could be implemented so quickly.

Jiulian overheard Elder Xu's flattery. "Unfortunately, your sect seems to have guessed wrong. The three people on that stage are all our sect's 'top-tier talents'!"

Meeting Jiulian's unwavering gaze, Elder Xu's heart skipped a beat for some reason.

The situation on the dueling platform can change in an instant; one moment the two sides can be evenly matched, and the next moment a sudden storm may break out.

Just like now, Mara Gate Jin Spirit Root, who could only fight Dong Fuzhu to a draw, suddenly erupted with powerful Spiritual Qi that seemed not to belong to him. Countless sword blades condensed out of thin air. Dong Fuzhu was caught off guard and although she managed to block some of them in time, she was still pierced through the shoulder blade by the sword blades.

Bai Kejin, who had initially managed to avoid injury, also stumbled in the fire formation set up by the opponent.

The fact that both of them were injured not only distressed Ten Thousand Daos Born's disciples, but also significantly dampened their morale.

Blood seeped from the tear in their robes, quickly staining their clothes red.

The disciples of Ten Thousand Daos Born, sitting in the spectator seats, gritted their teeth. One of the baby-faced cultivators inexplicably thought of his senior brothers whose Dantian had been destroyed and who could only face death in the end.

He clenched his fists, hating himself for the first time that he wasn't strong enough.

"Young lady, perhaps you should just admit defeat. I really don't want to harm such a lovely girl." The man with the golden Spirit Root toyed with the golden needle in his hand, secretly pondering which acupoint he should insert the needle into Dong Fuzhu.

The round-faced female cultivator, who had been nearly turned into a hedgehog by the other party, stood up once more, gritting her teeth and spitting out blood, "Call me fellow Daoist!"

On the adjacent fourth dueling platform, the faint smell of burning flesh could already be heard. Bai Kejin, enduring the burning pain on his face, swung his sword at Chi Yan.

The sword left a deep scratch on the dueling platform, but failed to harm Chi Yan.

Chi Yan, who had surrounded himself with flames, stood outside the ring of fire and looked at the struggling youth inside, saying, "Admit defeat. Considering that you and I both come from the same background Rogue Cultivator, I might reluctantly let you go."

However, the young sword cultivator was unimpressed and simply said, "If you enjoy herding horses so much, why are you even cultivating immortality?!"

After saying that, the two charged at their opponent once again.

Their foolish behavior, as seen by their fellow disciples, left them feeling both helpless and excited.

In the end, it was the baby-faced guy who couldn't stand it anymore and found Jiang Qi, who was also one of the team leaders but had been running errands for the past few days:

"Senior Brother Jiang, could you please help Senior Brother Bai and Senior Sister Dong? Tell them to stop competing. Even if Ten Thousand Daos Born doesn't get first place, it's better than them getting hurt!"

Jiang Qi, abandoning his usual carefree demeanor, patted the baby-faced man on the shoulder and led him to Sang Ying, who stood alone on the dueling platform. "Look, our chief is smiling."

The baby-faced man looked in the direction of the sound and, sure enough, saw Sang Ying, who stood on the stage and no one dared to challenge her. She was looking in the direction of Bai Kejin and the other person and smiled.

This seemed to signal the start of an attack, and the surrounding Spiritual Qi was mobilized once again, just like Sang Ying had done before. Two vortexes of Spiritual Qi suddenly formed above Bai Kejin and Dong Fuzhu's heads, like gales flowing through the void, carrying terrifying power.

"What, you think you can do anything to me just because you've learned Sang Ying's old tricks?" Chi Yan raised an eyebrow.

The neighboring metal- Spirit Root also showed a mocking expression; they had already devised a way to break the deadlock.

However, Bai Kejin and Dong Fuzhu were not as disappointed as they had expected. They simply asked softly, "You don't think that my Ten Thousand Daos Born's Spiritual Qi vortex only has one form, do you?"

The two vortexes suddenly stopped, and the blue vortex above Bai Kejin's head seemed to come alive, blowing out all the fire rings surrounding him and obediently retreating behind him.

As Dong Fuzhu's Spiritual Qi vortex stirred, not only the golden Spirit Root on the stage, but also the sharp weapons on the bodies of the onlookers below were swept away and swallowed into the huge vortex.

"You enjoyed stabbing me?" Dong Fuzhu smiled broadly. "Then I'll try it too... Here you go!"

History seemed to repeat itself as countless weapons of various shapes were flung out by the vortex and surged toward the Golden Spirit Root. He frantically channeled his Spiritual Power, but could not stop the weapons even slightly.

Upon realizing this, he immediately erected a thick iron wall around himself, but this was of no use in stopping the attack of the sharp weapons.

By the time everyone came to their senses, the golden Spirit Root had already been knocked off the fighting platform, his body riddled with various sword blades, making him look even more like a hedgehog than Dong Fuzhu had been.

The female cultivator on the dueling platform spoke in her still soft, sweet voice. "Hmph! You dare stab me! Who else dares?"

Upon hearing this, the onlookers all retreated, afraid that if they were too slow, they would be noticed by the vortex of Spiritual Qi.

Dong Fuzhu resolved the issue very quickly, and Bai Kejin did just as well.

A massive vortex enveloped the two of them, with Spiritual Qi and flames mingling together, and blue and orange hues blending together.

The scorching heat forced the cultivators to retreat, as if getting any closer would melt them.

The vortex accelerated rapidly, seemingly reaching its maximum speed.

Sang Ying watched this scene, a bad feeling crept into her heart.

With a loud "boom," the vortex exploded, and Spiritual Qi splashed out, knocking the onlookers around them off balance.

As they hurriedly steadied themselves, a figure fell from the fighting platform. Everyone looked up to see, but it was not Chi Yan as they had expected.

His robes were burned, and most of his hair was burned away. Bai Kejin coughed up blood almost as soon as he landed.

Seeing this, Sang Ying could no longer care about anything else and immediately leaped down from the fighting platform to embrace her junior brother.

She quickly fed Bai Kejin a top-grade elixir into his blood-filled mouth, which barely stopped his injuries from worsening.

"Senior sister..." Bai Kejin's voice was barely audible at this moment.

Bai Kejin gripped Sang Ying's sleeve tightly. "His fire formation is strange; that's not his technique, it belongs to someone else!"

"That's the second one, "Sang Ying took a deep breath, suppressing her anger.

"Senior Sister understands." At this moment, Jiang Qi and the others had rushed over, and Sang Ying took the opportunity to hand Bai Kejin and a bottle of elixirs to Jiang Qi.

After settling her junior brother in, Sang Ying continued, "Go and rest to recover from your injuries. Wait for your senior sister to help you get revenge!"

She turned her gaze to Chi Yan, who looked somewhat disheveled on the fighting platform, and walked step by step toward the fourth fighting platform under his provocative gaze.

A strange fire formation?

Perfect, let's give this unorthodox "array cultivator" a try!

A note from the author:

The sparrow has safely returned home!

That's all for today. See you tomorrow! fluttering wings