132: In a battle of destiny, Lu Xueyao reclaims her innate sword bone!

Lu Shaoyou looked at Lu Xueyao across from him, a flicker of surprise flashing in his eyes, which immediately turned into deep mockery and disdain.

"I didn't expect that the trash who was thrown out of the house like a dead dog back then actually hasn't died yet?"

"Not only are you not dead, but you've even cultivated to the Late Stage Foundation Establishment?"

"What? Did you come here specifically to die, wanting me to tear out the rest of your bones too?"

He did not take Lu Xueyao seriously at all.

In his eyes, someone who had lost their Innate Sword Bone was nothing more than a cripple.

Even if she managed to Cultivate by some fluke, how could she possibly be a match for a Genius like him, who had fused with the sword bone and studied the Great Luo Sword Sect's Supreme Daluo Sword Canon?

"Lu Shaoyou."

Lu Xueyao's voice was ice-cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Back then, you dug out my sword bone and destroyed my Dao foundation."

"Today, I have come to take back what belongs to me."

"Take back?"

Lu Shaoyou laughed loudly as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world: "With just you?"

"Don't think you can turn things around just because you joined that whatever Azure Cloud Sect."

"Since you're looking for death, I'll fulfill your wish!"

"I'll also let that Revered Master of yours, who doesn't know his place, see what a true sword Dao Prodigy looks like!"

Boom!

Lu Shaoyou wasted no more words as his entire Aura erupted.

"Four Seasons Flowing Water Sword!"

He flicked the long sword in his hand, and the sword light instantly transformed into a surging river, continuous and unending, containing the shifting Concept of the four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

The vitality of spring, the fury of summer, the desolation of autumn, and the killing intent of winter!

This single strike had already touched the threshold of Sword Intent; its power was so great that it was even enough to threaten a Cultivator who had just entered the Golden Core Stage!

"What a fine sword technique!"

Many Cultivators below the stage cheered one after another.

In the seating area of the Great Luo Sword Sect, Dao Lord Daluo also stroked his beard and smiled, clearly extremely satisfied with Lu Shaoyou's performance.

However...

Facing this seemingly flawless strike...

Lu Xueyao only watched coldly, a hint of mockery curling at the corner of her mouth.

"Showy but useless."

Clang!

The Primordial Unity Sword on her back suddenly unsheathed.

There were no fancy movements.

It was just a simple, straightforward thrust.

"Great Void Splitting Light Sword!"

Buzz!

A single beam of sword light split, instantly becoming a thousand, then ten thousand!

Every beam of sword light was incredibly real, carrying a sharpness that could cut through space.

This was no ordinary Sword Qi, but a Lucid Sword Intent originating from her Nine Aperture Exquisite Sword Heart!

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Dense sounds of shattering rang out.

Lu Shaoyou's seemingly surging "Four Seasons Flowing Water" was like banana leaves battered by a rainstorm before these ten thousand sword lights, instantly becoming fragmented and utterly defeated.

"What?!"

The smile on Lu Shaoyou's face instantly froze, his eyes filled with terror.

Before he could even react...

Chii!

A beam of sword light easily pierced through his protective Qi and then ruthlessly stabbed into his Dantian Qi Sea.

"Ah!!"

Lu Shaoyou let out a shrill, miserable scream.

His Dantian was shattered! His cultivation was completely lost!

But it wasn't over yet.

Lu Xueyao's figure appeared before him like a ghost, reaching out a jade-like palm and grabbing directly toward his chest.

"You've used this bone for so long; it's time to return it to me."

"No! Don't!!"

Lu Shaoyou screamed in terror.

Puchi!

Blood splattered everywhere.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, Lu Xueyao forcibly dug out a bone emitting a faint white glow from Lu Shaoyou's chest!

That was... the Innate Sword Bone!

"Ahhhh—"

Lu Shaoyou's whole body convulsed in pain as he collapsed onto the stage like a pile of mud, his blood staining the arena red.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Too ruthless!

Too savage!

Is this a Disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect?

"Bastard!"

High up on the platform, Dao Lord Daluo of the Great Luo Sword Sect slammed his hand down and stood up abruptly.

Seeing his own sect's most promising Genius being crippled and having his bone dug out in public, he shook with rage, his eyes nearly bursting from their sockets.

"Junior! How dare you be so vicious!"

"Die!"

Boom!

The terrifying pressure of a Late-Stage Void Refinement expert erupted.

Dao Lord Daluo actually disregarded his status and struck directly at Lu Xueyao on the stage with a palm.

This palm strike, delivered in fury, was enough to crush Lu Xueyao into a pulp.

"Old dog, you dare?!"

Just then.

A cold and indifferent voice rang out like a clap of thunder.

"Boom!"

A pressure even more terrifying and domineering than Dao Lord Daluo's soared into the sky from the Azure Cloud Sect's seating area.

Peak of Refinement Void!

This pressure was like an ancient divine mountain, instantly shattering Dao Lord Daluo's palm print and pressing down heavily upon him.

Puff!

Dao Lord Daluo felt as if he had been struck by lightning; he spat out a mouthful of blood and was forcibly pinned back into his seat, unable to even move a finger.

Lu Yuan slowly stood up, his gaze like lightning as he looked down coldly at Dao Lord Daluo.

"In a spar between peers, life and death are determined by fate."

"You, a Void Refining old monster, also want to interfere?"

"If you dare move again, this seat will destroy you right now!"

Overbearing!

Incredibly overbearing!

In front of the public and all the immortal sects, he had directly suppressed a Late-Stage Void Refinement powerhouse!

The entire audience was as silent as cicadas in winter.

Is this the Aura of the Ancestor Qingyun?

On the stage, Lu Xueyao held that blood-stained sword bone and looked at her Revered Master, who had stood up for her, her eyes filled with admiration and peace of mind.

Meanwhile, on another stage.

Xiao Fan, who had just defeated his opponent, witnessed this scene and felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to his head.

"This is... too brutal, isn't it?"

He looked at the crippled Lu Shaoyou, whose bone had been dug out, and felt as if he were seeing his own potential end.

"No! This Lu Xueyao is too strong! If I face her, I'll have no chance of winning!"

A strong sense of crisis rose in Xiao Fan's heart.

"Teacher! It seems... I can only rely on that method!"

He frantically called out to Venerable Yao in his mind.

"Don't worry, Fan'er."

Venerable Yao's voice rang in his mind with a hint of gravity: "The Deceiving Heaven Secret Technique given by Heavenly Secret Master is indeed profound. If you encounter a strong enemy later, I will possess your body."

"With my combat experience and methods, combined with your perfect Foundation Establishment body, you can even fight against those in the Golden Core Stage!"

"We are definitely taking that first place!"

With Old Yao's assurance, the fear in Xiao Fan's heart lessened slightly, replaced by a flash of ruthlessness.

"Lu Xueyao... Lu Yuan..."

"Today, I will ruthlessly slap your faces in front of everyone!"

...The central Martial Arts Arena of Huangtian City was filled with deafening clamor!

Eight massive stages floated in the air, covered by Formation light screens that isolated the violent fluctuations of spiritual power within.

At this moment, on Stage Seven, the atmosphere was as scorching as purgatory.

Xiao Fan was dressed in green robes, a golden glow swirling around him. The blood and Qi of his Ancient Desolate Sacred Body burned like a furnace, exuding the lofty and domineering Aura of a young Supreme.

Standing opposite him was the number one Foundation Establishment Disciple of the Lihuo Immortal Sect, Lin Yan.

This man was thin and haggard, as if all the moisture in his body had been evaporated by flames, but his eyes were a strange, eerie white, with flickering flames that made one's heart tremble.