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682: Chapter 682 The Ancient Tomb Sect, All Advance!

Thinking of this.

A hint of greed appeared in First Disciple of Diancang Sect's eyes.

In the free-for-all, although one couldn't kill any opponent, there were no restrictions against seizing others' items.

If he snatched that sword, wouldn't it be...

Without waiting for him to think further, Yan Qingwu suddenly gripped the ink dragon sword and walked toward First Disciple of Diancang Sect step by step.

The tip of the sword dragged on the ground, carving a trail of dazzling sparks on the bluestone floor.

First Disciple of Diancang Sect's expression changed: "You... what are you trying to do?"

Yan Qingwu looked at him without saying a word, only giving a playful smile and provocatively covering her mouth as if she were laughing loudly but was afraid he would see...

Very annoying!

Too damn annoying!

First Disciple of Diancang Sect's pupils shrank slightly, and the fury in his chest surged up like a bucket of oil had been poured onto a fire.

He naturally understood Yan Qingwu's smile.

That wasn't just a smile; it was blatant mockery.

It was telling him...

You coward, are you really that scared just seeing me draw my sword?

"Yan Qingwu, don't go too far!"

First Disciple of Diancang Sect gritted his teeth, "Our Diancang Sect shows your Yan Family respect to give you face. If you continue to be so arrogant, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Yan Qingwu still didn't speak.

She just tilted her head, the curve of her lips widening a bit more, and then she gently shook her head.

That look clearly said...

Trash.

First Disciple of Diancang Sect's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

He had lived for twenty-eight years, pampered by his elders in the Diancang Sect and respected by his peers in the martial world; no one had ever dared to look at him with such eyes.

Especially not a woman!

"You're looking for death!"

First Disciple of Diancang Sect roared, his right foot stomping hard on the ground as he lunged toward Yan Qingwu like an arrow leaving a bow.

His right palm condensed green true qi, and a faint sound of a dragon's roar emanated from his palm.

"Canglong Palm"!

The ultimate technique of the Diancang Sect!

He wanted to let her know the consequences of offending the First Disciple of Diancang Sect!

However.

As Yan Qingwu watched his lunging figure, the smile on her face didn't change at all.

She didn't even take half a step back, merely lifting the ink dragon sword in her hand.

Then.

She swung the sword.

The movement was as smooth as flowing water and drifting clouds, without a hint of worldly effort.

The next second.

The sword light was as dark as ink, tracing a black line as thin as a hair through the air.

First Disciple of Diancang Sect only felt a chill in his right hand, followed immediately by a sharp pain coming from his wrist.

He subconsciously looked down...

Only to discover in horror.

His right hand had been severed cleanly from the wrist.

That hand still maintained the palm-striking posture, but it lay lonely on the ground.

Blood gushed from the severed wrist like a red fountain.

"Ah!!!"

First Disciple of Diancang Sect let out a heart-wrenching scream, staggering back while his left hand tightly gripped his right wrist, blood oozing through his fingers and instantly staining his moon-white robe red.

"My hand!!!"

He hissed and roared, his voice full of terror and despair.

Everyone around was stunned.。

Holy crap!

With just one sword strike, the First Disciple of Diancang Sect's hand was sliced off?

Moreover.

Yan Qingwu's expression hadn't changed from beginning to end.

It felt not like she had cut off a person's hand, but more like she had sliced a piece of watermelon.

Li Sanjin stood at the back of the crowd, and seeing his senior brother wailing on the ground, his legs went weak and he collapsed directly onto the floor.

His face was filled with fear.

No...

Originally, when they were kicked away by Shu Yuan yesterday, they thought that was the most terrifying thing they'd ever encounter.

But today he finally understood what true terror was.

It was this woman who looked beautiful enough to topple cities.

She just kept smiling like that while cutting off your hand...

"Run!!!"

No one knew who shouted first, but the entire Group 17 arena instantly erupted into chaos.

Those who had originally wanted to wait and see, pick up scraps, or take advantage of the chaos to eliminate Yan Qingwu now turned pale and fled in all directions like startled rabbits.

"Referee! Referee, I concede! I withdraw!"

"I withdraw too! Don't hit me! I concede!"

"Don't come over here! Don't come any closer!"

...

For a moment, the arena was filled with wails.

It wasn't that they were too cowardly.

It was because...

Most of them were Earth Realm experts!

Those who could step into the Heaven Realm were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

And now...

Even First Disciple of Diancang Sect, a Heaven Realm Expert, had his hand cut off in one strike; what were they worth?

Swarming her would only lead to death!

What if...

The opponent focused specifically on cutting off hands? Wouldn't they also become cripples?

After all.

The rules only said you couldn't heavily injure or cripple an opponent, but they didn't say you couldn't dismember parts...

Yan Qingwu carried the ink dragon sword, walking unhurriedly through the arena.

She didn't strike again.

Because it was no longer necessary.

With every step she took forward, the people in front of her fled to both sides like Moses parting the Red Sea.

That scene didn't look like a qualifier; it looked more like herding sheep.

The referee stood at the edge of the arena, his mouth twitching several times.

He had presided over the Qualifiers for many years, but this was the first time he had seen such a situation.

One person, without even doing much, had scared over two hundred people in the same group into fleeing in all directions.

You call this a qualifier?

This is a one-sided slaughter!

This woman is Ye Chen's girlfriend?

Truly, birds of a feather flock together.

She's just a crazy woman!!!

"Group 17, Qualifiers over."

The referee announced directly, "Advancing—Yan Qingwu!"

The moment the words fell.

Those still standing in the arena felt as if they had been granted a grand amnesty; they scrambled over the fences and ran away without looking back.

First Disciple of Diancang Sect was still lying on the ground, clutching his severed wrist, his face as pale as paper.

Li Sanjin finally came to his senses and stumbled over to help First Disciple of Diancang Sect up, not even daring to glance at Yan Qingwu as he dragged his senior brother out of the arena.

Blood was splattered all along the way.

Yan Qingwu sheathed her sword, looked down at the remaining blood on the ink dragon sword, and flicked it away.

Then.

She turned around and glanced in Ye Chen's direction, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

That smile carried a bit of pride and playfulness, as if saying—

How was that? I didn't embarrass you, did I?

...

In the distance, Ye Chen leaned against the back of his chair, still holding his phone; the screen showed a short video of a female streamer doing a Wealth-Bringing Dance.

But when he saw this scene, Ye Chen couldn't help but shake his head.

"Hmm... she certainly didn't embarrass me."

"She even learned the essence of mockery!"

"This woman has a future!"

...

Group 8 arena.

Shen Qingyi stood in the center of the arena, wearing a plain white dress, her jet-black hair casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, her entire being exuding a cold and ethereal aura.

Around her, dozens of people lay scattered in all directions.

Those still standing nearby were pale and weak-kneed, looking at Shen Qingyi as if they were looking at a demon.

No...

This woman looks so soft and weak; how could she be so terrifying when she fights?

Those who rushed up couldn't even see how she moved before they fell.

"I... I concede."

No one knew who spoke first, but the voice was trembling.

"I concede too!"

"Concede, concede! No more fighting!"

...

For a moment, voices of concession rose one after another in the Group 8 arena.

The referee glanced at the still-standing Shen Qingyi, then at the contestants who looked like they wished they had wings to fly away, and helplessly raised his hand.

"Group 8, Qualifiers over."

"Advancing—Shen Qingyi!"

Shen Qingyi bowed slightly and turned to walk out of the arena.

Throughout the entire process, she hadn't said a single word.

But that silent pressure was more terrifying than any threat.

...

In the Group 23 arena, Jiang Daoxuan advanced without any suspense!

In the Group 35 arena, there was a bit of a twist on Shu Yuan's side.

Because everyone saw he was one-armed and thought he was an easy target, the result was...

Everyone was beaten so badly they were looking for their teeth on the ground.

Consequently.

He also successfully advanced!

...

Ye Chen watched as Yan Qingwu and the other three walked back one by one, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"Not bad, five people from the Ancient Tomb Sect signed up, and all five have advanced."

He was too lazy to watch the rest of the matches and simply stood up, giving a long stretch.

"Let's go, back for lunch."

...

The Qualifiers continued until noon before they all concluded.

The lights in the sixty arenas went out one by one, and the valley that had been noisy all morning finally quieted down.

On the high platform, Master Huineng pressed his palms together.

"Fellow cultivators, today's Qualifiers conclude here."

"In this Martial Arts Tournament, a total of sixty-one people have advanced to the Top 60."

"Tomorrow at the Hour of Chen, the format and match-ups for the Top 60 advancement tournament will be announced here."

"Please be here on time."

...

At the same time, in the eastern suburbs of Yan City, the station of the Nine Great Forces.

Inside the main hall of the manor.

Bai Canghe sat in the seat of honor, his face as dark as water.

On the long table in front of him lay a detailed report of the Qualifiers.

Others sat on both sides, their expressions none too pleasant.

"You all know?"

Bai Canghe spoke first, his voice as cold as the winter wind in the twelfth lunar month.

"Ye Chen has advanced."

"Not only that, but the remnants of the Ancient Tomb Sect he brought have all advanced as well."

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