Where does that wicked woman get her conscience?

Chapter 249 Battle of the Two Palaces

The championship final is decided by tossing lots. The top three contestants share the lot: one blank lot and two match-up lots. The person who gets the blank lot must leave the stage and wait for the other two contestants to finish their matches before competing against the winner for the championship.

To ensure a fairer competition, the organizers specially prepared elixirs to help the injured recover, so that they could compete in their best physical condition.

Guan Xun happened to get the blank slip, so he had to step down from the stage and wait for the results of the competition between Zhuge Yunzheng and Duan Qingxi.

The competition on the stage was fierce, and as soon as Guan Xun sat down, Duan Huaiyan came over. He clicked his tongue twice and looked Guan Xun up and down several times with a meaningful look before saying, "I didn't expect you to make it into the top three. What a pity. I thought I could have made it in too."

"However, since you are of the ice attribute, it complements my fire attribute perfectly. After the competition, regardless of your ranking, why don't you come visit our Heavenly Palace? Just consider it making friends, how about it?"

"Speaking of the Heavenly Pole Palace, it has everything." As he spoke, he stroked the little fox in his arms and said with a smile, "Look at Little Red in my arms, our Heavenly Pole Palace has countless such beautiful little creatures, I'll give you one!"

Sitting in the back, Zhuge Zhao couldn't stand it anymore and came over to join in the fun: "Brother Yan, your fox isn't good-looking either. I trust Big Sister's taste."

"Isn't Xiao Hong pretty?" Duan Huaiyan raised an eyebrow and patted Xiao Hong's head. "Go, scratch him!"

What started as a peaceful conversation suddenly turned into an argument between the two of them.

Guan Xun had no time to pay attention to them at this moment. Just as he turned his gaze to the competition stage, Bai Ze's low and wary reminder entered his ears.

"During the competition just now, I wonder if you noticed that the people in the high seats seemed to have some doubts about you."

"I know," Guan Xun replied calmly.

Upon hearing this, Bai Ze's voice immediately rose a few decibels: "You know? You know and you still haven't run away. If you ask me, you should take advantage of the competition on stage when no one is paying attention to you and leave from here, so that you won't be discovered later, which would make it difficult to leave."

"What? Your trick works really well, aren't you going to help? Don't forget who your master is."

Bai Ze was speechless. After subtly scanning the people in the seats, he said, "There are four experts above level 90 in the arena, one of whom has reached a terrifying level 96. Although your cultivation has also crossed the threshold of level 90, you should know that it is extremely difficult to advance one level after crossing this threshold. You must know how big the gap is between each level. You are definitely no match for them."

"Of course, one thing is one thing. I still have the ability to escape, but I'll just make things bigger."

Guan Xun tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest of his chair, his gaze quickly sweeping across the seats before returning to the competition platform: "You can relax."

Based on her observations during the competition, the elders of Shangju Pavilion attached great importance to the Saintly Selection Tournament and would absolutely not allow anything to disrupt the order of the competition.

The champion selected will most likely be used by the Upper Pavilion. Duan Qingxi's participation in this competition, on the surface, represents the Heavenly Palace, but in reality, it is probably a test from the Upper Pavilion. If she fails, she will be replaced.

As long as one is strong enough, no one will give up a powerful figure who can be used by them. Even the Holy Light Palace, which is below the Upper Palace, cannot interfere. Compared to a small branch palace, a powerful figure who can be used by one's own people naturally has the advantage.

Furthermore, she had no grudges against the elders of Shangju Pavilion, so they should not attack her. Moreover, the three halls were not on good terms to begin with, and they would not stand up for the Holy Light Hall.

However, low-probability events can still occur, so we need to remain vigilant at all times. If anything seems amiss, we should leave the area first and then make other plans.

While Guan Xun was pondering, the battle on the arena had already reached a fever pitch.

Zhuge Yunzheng's figure swayed, and the Yin-Yang Blade Rings suddenly scattered in his hand, several of them gleaming with a cold light. With a flick of his wrist, the Yin-Yang Blades shot towards Duan Qingxi, who was swinging her sword, like a rainstorm.

Each strike was imbued with surging spiritual power, precisely blocking all her escape routes.

"Oh my god, I feel like Duan Qingxi is losing?" someone in the stands exclaimed.

Duan Qingxi's expression turned slightly cold as she swirled her longsword, creating layers of sword flowers that instantly formed a spiritual energy barrier.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of parrying were incessant, and all the Yin-Yang blades were deflected. She lightly touched the ground and rushed towards Zhuge Yunzheng like an arrow released from a bow. Her long sword was aimed directly at his vital points, and her speed was so fast that it left a blur.

What! He managed to dodge such a dense barrage of attacks! Zhuge Yunzheng was slightly startled, his expression gradually becoming serious. He was clearly prepared for the fierce onslaught.

His figure suddenly retreated, and with a swift movement of his hand, he retrieved the Yin-Yang Blade, causing it to spin continuously around him. At the same time, as he secretly formed hand seals, a huge phantom appeared faintly within his body.

The crimson phantom flashed and then disappeared, and a violent spiritual power instantly erupted from his body, causing his cultivation level to rise by two levels!

"It's a secret technique for temporarily boosting cultivation!" someone exclaimed. "They must have used such a trump card because they were under too much pressure facing the previous champion!"

Seeing this, Duan Qingxi frowned slightly. Although she sensed the surge in the opponent's spiritual power, her attack did not stop. Her long sword continued to slash down with the force of breaking through the wind!

But then he saw that Zhuge Yunzheng no longer dodged. Instead, she suddenly accelerated the hand seals, and fiery red spiritual energy gathered into a huge yin-yang blade phantom, which crashed into the longsword.

"Oh!"

The two forces collided violently, and the powerful impact spread out, cracking the surrounding bluestone ground.

Duan Qingxi was shaken and took a few steps back, while Zhuge Yunzheng was clearly not in good shape either, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, but there was no intention of backing down in her eyes.

These secret techniques were learned by him from the elders, specifically for Duan Qingxi, and are the nemesis of her swordsmanship.

“My Yin-Yang Blood Shadow can be used several times,” Zhuge Yunzheng said in a deep voice, his hand seals secretly forming again. “You are powerless to resist it.”

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the phantom of the Yin-Yang blade condensed into three blades, which shot towards Duan Qingxi in a triangular shape, at an extremely tricky angle.

Duan Qingxi was naturally slightly injured by the previous attack. While she was parrying with her sword, she was unexpectedly grazed by a yin-yang blade that suddenly changed direction.

In an instant, the fabric of his robe tore off, and his arm was slashed by the Yin-Yang blade, leaving a deep bloody gash. The flesh was torn open, and the bone was clearly visible.

"Not good!" Duan Qingxi was startled, feeling a burning pain in her forearm and a brief stagnation in the spiritual energy circulating within her body.

This opportunity was extremely rare. Zhuge Yunzheng's figure swelled up, and the blade-shaped phantom condensed again, even more solid than before.

"Go!" he shouted, and his afterimage hurtled towards Duan Qingxi...

Duan Qingxi tried to muster her spiritual power to resist, but the longsword almost slipped from her hand.

"Pfft!"

The dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground echoed within the Holy Edge Altar. Duan Qingxi's flying figure crashed heavily onto the bluestone ground, her clothes stained with blood, and her longsword completely slipped from her hand, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence...

Everyone froze in place, dumbfounded, staring intently at the disheveled figure in the center of the field, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

The previous champion actually lost?