I said Qingxuan Peak couldn't be saved!

Silence—

The entire venue was silent.

Those Disciples who were just laughing and betting, guessing how many moves Lin Xueer and Su Chan could last, now had the smiles on their faces completely frozen.

They all gaped their mouths like ducks being strangled by the neck, their faces filled with a ghost-seeing disbelief.

In the Danxia Peak area, the sneer on Zhao Qian's face solidified.

With a crunching sound, he clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force!

This result was completely different from what he had imagined!

He thought these two female Disciples had reached their Realm by consuming Medicinal Pills, and their combat power would inevitably be superficial.

Perhaps they would be defeated directly by the Puppets!

As it turned out, they actually defeated the Puppets in a single move!

But, three months, Foundation Establishment Seventh Layer, reaching the level of a Seed-class Disciple.

How on earth was this achieved?

Ye Qing taught them? Just based on that greenhorn boy?

Zhao Qian was unwilling to believe this no matter what. He snorted coldly and thought to himself: Don't think that winning the first round of testing means you can keep your Qingxuan Peak.

The second round, Ye Qing, just you wait!

Beside him, the faint, non-existent smile on Wang Hao's lips also disappeared, replaced by a face full of gloom.

Defeating a stone Puppet of the same Realm in one move.

He could do it too.

Some seed Disciples from other peaks could also do it.

But—

Qingxuan Peak... Wang Hao's face was dark, and no one knew what he was thinking.

At the same time, on the main seat, Sect Master Lu Changhe looked at Lin Xueer and Su Chan, then glanced at Ye Qing, a trace of imperceptible approval flashing in his deep eyes!

After the silence in the arena, there was a slight uproar!

"What a sharp sword!"

"What a solid Foundation!"

"This level of combat power... Qingxuan Peak can actually produce this?"

All those who had looked down on Qingxuan Peak felt stormy waves in their hearts!

Instantly killing a stone Puppet of the same rank in one move!

This meant that the true combat power of these two girls had already far exceeded their current Realm, reaching a level sufficient to crush ordinary Cultivators of the same rank!

This could already be called Seed-class Disciples!

What is a seed-class?

Although the Taiyi Sect is large with tens of thousands of Disciples, those who can crush their peers are only a few dozen in each Grand Competition!

Every one of them is a core seed born from the careful cultivation of various powerful peaks, consuming massive amounts of resources!

But now, two such core seeds have actually appeared at once on the nearly declining Qingxuan Peak?!

Perhaps it's because Qingxuan Peak has few people, so they piled all the peak's resources onto them.

Is that how they could produce Seed-class Disciples?

"Humph!"

"They only won against stiff stone Puppets."

Zhao Qian snorted coldly at this time, his eyes flickering.

The first round of testing is nothing.

However, for the second round, he indeed had to use a method to quickly eliminate Qingxuan Peak!

His heart stirred slightly, and he soon had an idea.

He then transmitted his voice to several Elders of Danxia Peak, communicating:

"Everyone, the second round is a battle royale on the arena. To be safe, I propose that in the second round, let all our Danxia Peak Disciples join forces and blast the two of them off the arena at the first opportunity!"

"What Elder Zhao says is exactly right!" an Elder immediately echoed.

"Indeed! Just two little girls, so what if they are seed-class? Two fists are no match for four hands, and many ants can bite an elephant to death! With just dozens of Disciples launching an encirclement, they will surely lose!"

"Let's do it! Pass down the order: after all Danxia Peak Disciples take the stage, they have only one goal, and that is to besiege Qingxuan Peak!"

Several Danxia Peak Elders instantly reached an agreement.

In their view, Elder Zhao's idea was brilliant!

Qingxuan Peak only has two Disciples in total. Even if they are true Dragons, they would have to coil up obediently when facing a siege from this pack of tigers from Danxia Peak!

At this moment.

After a brief commotion, the Elder presiding over the Grand Competition, having received a signal from Sect Master Lu Changhe, cleared his throat, and his vigorous voice rang out through the venue once again.

"The first round of testing is over! All Disciples who passed, prepare for the second round!"

"The second round, Elimination Match!"

Following his voice, in the center of the Martial Arts Field, those hundreds of bluestone platforms vibrated violently, actually merging with each other to transform into a massive Floating Arena with a diameter of over a thousand feet!

The arena slowly rose into the sky, suspended a hundred meters high, with Formation light flowing upon it, forming a layer of transparent light screen that enveloped the entire arena.

"The rules are simple!" the Elder's voice echoed. "All promoted Disciples, ascend the arena simultaneously! Conduct a battle royale! Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, anyone knocked off the arena is eliminated! After the incense stick has finished, those still remaining on the arena advance!"

Hearing the rules, a cold smile curled at the corner of Zhao Qian's mouth.

His cold gaze was cast toward Ye Qing from afar.

He saw that Ye Qing still had a calm and indifferent appearance. Zhao Qian's sneer intensified, thinking to himself: Yes! Just like that! When your two precious Disciples are beaten off the arena like dead dogs in a moment, I'll see how you maintain your composure! How will you respond to this plan of mine!

"The second round Elimination Match begins! All Disciples, take the stage!"

With the Elder's command, in an instant, thousands of Disciples from various peaks who passed the first round turned into streaks of light, scrambling to rush toward that massive Floating Arena.

The scene was somewhat chaotic for a moment, but soon, the Disciples from each peak spontaneously gathered together, clearly occupying different areas of the arena and warily sizing up their surrounding opponents.

The figures of Lin Xueer and Su Chan appeared particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

One in a white dress and one in a blue dress, their figures were graceful and their temperaments extraordinary, like two pure lotuses standing independent of the world.

However, the moment they stepped onto the arena, at least dozens of ill-intentioned gazes shot over in unison.

Those gazes came from the camp of Danxia Peak Disciples.

On the arena, Lin Xueer and Su Chan stood back to back, their expressions solemn.

"Senior Sister Xueer, the situation is a bit bad." Su Chan lowered her voice, her beautiful eyes warily scanning the Danxia Peak camp not far away. "Look at those people from Danxia Peak, their eyes are glowing green like hungry wolves staring at us. I'm afraid they're planning to be shameless and besiege us."

"I feel it." Lin Xueer nodded slightly, her grip on the sword hilt tightening. "Soldiers come, generals block; water comes, earth covers. There's nothing to fear."

Her voice was cold, yet it carried an unwavering determination.

"Exactly! Revered Master is still watching us from below. Today, we must reclaim glory for Revered Master and for Qingxuan Peak!" Su Chan's eyes also burned with fierce Battle Intent. "Moreover, although it's a siege, they are... nothing more than a bunch of clay chickens and pottery dogs!"

As they spoke, the two girls looked at each other and smiled slightly, their eyes full of confidence!

"Hehehe..."

In the Danxia Peak Disciple camp, a leading gloomy young man let out a cold laugh. He stared at Lin Xueer and Su Chan, his eyes filled with cruelty and pleasure.

"Two Junior Sisters, your talent is not bad. Unfortunately, you followed the wrong person and stood on the wrong side."

He slowly drew his long blade, cold light flashing on the edge. "I'm sorry, today, you two must go down!"

He spoke in a sarcastic tone, "For the sake of being in the same sect, if you jump off the arena yourselves now, you can suffer less physical pain. Otherwise... blades and swords have no eyes, and it wouldn't be good if your flower-like faces were injured!"

"Hahaha!" The Danxia Peak Disciples behind him immediately burst into a fit of laughter.

Then, he said coldly:

"Alright, brothers of Danxia Peak, get them!"

With the command, more than thirty Danxia Peak Disciples shouted in unison, and the spiritual light of various Magical Artifacts soared into the sky, about to form a world-destroying torrent of attacks to completely submerge Lin Xueer and Su Chan!

Below the arena, a hideous smile had already appeared on Zhao Qian's face.

He seemed to have already seen the scene where the two girls, under the siege, were either heavily injured and spitting blood, or fleeing in panic, finally being ruthlessly blasted off the arena.

Thinking of the delightful part.

He couldn't help but transmit his voice to Ye Qing, sneering:

"Ye Qing! Your Qingxuan Peak cannot be kept! I said it!"

Ye Qing's expression was indifferent: "Is that so?"

Still stubborn? Zhao Qian frowned, just about to say something more.

At the same time, right at this moment!

A sudden situation occurred on the arena!