Heaven-Surpassing Divine Emperor

Bai Ling flew back down below the Blood Battle Arena.

Seeing Bai Ling, the numerous experts in the area all subconsciously backed away. No one dared to provoke the Female Tyrannosaurus who had slain Sunx Yang in the blink of an eye!

Jiang Chen gave Bai Ling a thumbs-up. "Senior Sister Bai, you’re incredible!"

"He deserved to die!"

Bai Ling rolled her eyes, then said with a serious expression, "When you go up there later, you need to be a bit more low-key. After all, my grandfather is the Grand Elder of the Tenth Hall. Zong Rui and his cronies wouldn’t dare do anything to me, but you’re different. Understand?"

"..."

Jiang Chen was speechless.

’Holy hell!’

’Have you no shame?’

’You just killed Sunx Yang without batting an eye, and now you’re telling *me* to be low-key?’

But realizing Bai Ling meant well, Jiang Chen grinned and gave a perfunctory nod, much to her exasperation.

The next person to take the stage was Hex Junchen. His gaze paused on Jiang Chen, seemingly hesitant, but he finally looked toward Ruan Lingyun. "Ruan Lingyun, I lost to you last year. This year, I will avenge my defeat!"

"Hahaha, Hex Junchen, you’ll never beat me!"

Ruan Lingyun let out three loud laughs, then leaped into the air and began to clash with Hex Junchen.

Bai Ling nudged Jiang Chen with her elbow. "Jiang Chen, who do you think will win?"

Jiang Chen frowned, his eyes sweeping over the two on the Blood Battle Arena.

Hex Junchen was incredibly fast, and every one of his attacks was suffused with overwhelming killing intent. He was a ruthless master.

While Ruan Lingyun’s speed couldn’t match Hex Junchen’s, his combat experience was vast. He could evade his opponent’s attacks with minimal movement and effort, then find an opening to counter. He was an exceptionally clever and composed fighter!

Jiang Chen already knew the answer. "Ruan Lingyun," he said.

"Oh?"

Bai Ling arched an eyebrow and smiled. "I think you’ve misjudged this time. Although Hex Junchen lost to Ruan Lingyun last year, it was only by half a move. Their strengths have always been about equal. Six months ago, Hex Junchen had a fortuitous encounter and his strength leaped to a whole new level. Ruan Lingyun is no longer his match!"

"I wouldn’t be so sure."

Jiang Chen smiled mysteriously.

The battle on the Blood Battle Arena had already reached a fever pitch.

Just as Bai Ling had said, their strengths were indeed evenly matched. The fight was fierce, and for a time, neither could gain an advantage over the other.

It wasn’t until after five hundred exchanges.

Hex Junchen suddenly capitalized on a mistake by Ruan Lingyun. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he pushed his speed to the absolute limit, instantly closing the distance between them.

His five fingers formed a claw, clawing viciously at Ruan Lingyun’s heart.

It seemed the match was about to be decided.

But just at this critical juncture, Ruan Lingyun, who had seemingly lost his balance, suddenly showed a cold glint in his eyes—the look of a successful scheme. With a cold snort, he spun in midair, lashing out with three consecutive kicks that violently knocked Hex Junchen’s hand away. Immediately after, his right hand shot out, and a True Essence Sharp Claw flew forth, seizing Hex Junchen by the throat.

BAM—

Ruan Lingyun slammed Hex Junchen onto the ground, his grip tight on his throat. He smiled faintly. "Junior Brother Hex, you’ve lost again!"

"You’re despicable!"

Hex Junchen said angrily.

"Despicable?" Ruan Lingyun scoffed. "To the victor go the spoils. As long as I win, the means don’t matter!"

"Damn it..."

Hex Junchen cursed under his breath, shaking his head in disappointment as he leaped off the arena.

A triumphant smile on his face, Ruan Lingyun’s gaze swept the crowd and landed on the icy Lin Feifei. He cupped his hands slightly. "Senior Sister Lin, I request the honor of a match!"

"Fine."

Lin Feifei’s reply was cold and clipped.

She flew up, landing on the Blood Battle Arena like a Banished Immortal Fairy.

"Senior Sister Lin, do you remember the promise you made me last year?" Ruan Lingyun’s eyes burned with desire as he stared intently at Lin Feifei’s graceful figure.

Lin Feifei frowned, a flash of impatience in her beautiful eyes. "I don’t," she said coolly.

"Er..."

Ruan Lingyun looked awkward. He cleared his throat and pressed on, "It’s alright if you don’t remember, Senior Sister. I can remind you. From the first moment I saw you, your image has been seared into my mind, impossible to forget. I have been pursuing you ever since. At last year’s Outer Sect Grand Competition, you promised me that if I could defeat you, you would agree to go out with me!"

As he finished speaking, an excited flush rose on Ruan Lingyun’s face.

He stared at Lin Feifei, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Lin Feifei glanced at him, her expression unreadable. "I forgot."

"..."

The corner of Ruan Lingyun’s eye twitched, his expression turning sour.

Lin Feifei said, "Are we fighting or not?"

"Fine! Then I’ll have to ask for your guidance!" Ruan Lingyun gritted his teeth and charged at Lin Feifei.

His cultivation was on par with Lin Feifei’s.

Previously, if the two had fought, Lin Feifei might not have been his match. However, ever since she had received that flask of Sword Intent Creek Water from Qii Daotian, she had meditated on it day and night. She had finally achieved a breakthrough in her True Meaning of Water, and her power now surpassed Ruan Lingyun’s.

After nearly a hundred exchanges, Ruan Lingyun proved no match for Lin Feifei and was defeated.

A look of dejection flashed across his face, but his eyes were blazing as he said, "Senior Sister, I will never give up! One day, I will defeat you and make you my woman!"

"Oh."

Lin Feifei waved a dismissive hand.

Her demeanor was frigid, like a fairy of the snows. Her eyes were as cold as frost, devoid of any emotion.

Her long robes fluttered, creating a strikingly beautiful silhouette.

Many couldn’t help but turn to stare, their faces filled with admiration.

At some point, the Black Emperor had landed on Jiang Chen’s shoulder. "This chick’s not bad," it said. "Jiang Chen, why don’t you go and bang her?"

"Bang your sister! I told you to look after Afa, so why are you here?" Jiang Chen demanded.

"Bang my sister? You have some weird tastes, don’t you? Even if I had a sister, she’d be a bat. You want to screw a bat?" The Black Emperor grinned at Jiang Chen. Seeing his speechless expression, it laughed smugly and continued, "Your master took Afa away. This Emperor was bored, so I came over to have some fun!"

"Master took him away?" Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment. But then, thinking of Qii Daotian’s mysterious and unpredictable methods, he said nothing more.

Just then, Lin Feifei issued a challenge to Luo Qing. "Senior Brother Luo, I request a match!"

"Fine."

Luo Qing nodded and flew onto the Blood Battle Arena, looking completely unconcerned. "Junior Sister Lin," he said, "I’ll give you a one-hand handicap. Let’s begin."

"How dare you!"

A cold light flashed in Lin Feifei’s eyes. Two longswords materialized in her hands, and she charged at Luo Qing.

The twin swords shot forward like two twisting Flood Dragons.

They aimed to tear Luo Qing apart.

These two attacks were powerful enough to part rivers and shatter mountains!

But Luo Qing merely raised one hand. A fierce, crimson light pulsed in his palm, and then he clenched his fist in the air.

BOOM—

In the empty air, a fiery red lotus slowly bloomed. Each petal was like a bomb, and they all detonated at once. The terrifying, destructive energy pulverized Lin Feifei’s attack. The Flame Lotus’s platform then shot out from beneath the flower, appearing instantly before Lin Feifei.

Licks of crimson flame, burning with scorching heat, flickered out from it.

Like chains, they bound Lin Feifei in place.

Luo Qing said calmly, "Junior Sister Lin, you have lost."

"Thank you for showing mercy, Senior Brother Luo," Lin Feifei said, biting her lip with a hint of reluctance.

Luo Qing nodded and withdrew the Flame Lotus Platform.

His eyes, cold as blades, landed on Jiang Chen. He raised a finger and crooked it. "Jiang Chen," he said coolly, "do you dare to come up and fight?"

In an instant, all eyes were on Jiang Chen.

Even someone as powerful as Lin Feifei couldn’t withstand a single move from Luo Qing.

Could Jiang Chen possibly succeed?

Under the crowd’s focused gaze, Jiang Chen simply smiled, then leaped into the air. His calm, cool voice boomed over the Blood Battle Arena like a thunderous war drum, deafening all...

"You want a fight? Then I will fight!"