279: Chapter 279 Admitting Defeat

Looking at Qingluan, who stood before him with the graceful posture of a fairy and exuding an aura of the Sword Intent, Ye Xuan felt an endless, surging momentum rise throughout his body as the dual mysterious physiques hidden within him fully awakened.

A strange phenomenon appeared in the sky—the "Heaven-Reaching Blood Energy" and the "Purple Heaven Divine Thunder" reflected each other, as if they were about to shake the entire firmament, their might unfathomable.

Facing Ye Xuan, who looked like a god of stars descending into the world, Qingluan naturally did not want to fall behind.

Strange and brilliant immortal light rippled around her body, as if she were about to ascend to immortality. The Sword Intent surrounding her grew increasingly powerful, and the incomparably sharp Sword Intent struck like a violent storm, causing Ye Xuan to feel a slight stinging sensation on his skin.

"Rumble..."

Accompanied by deafening roars, Ye Xuan and his disobedient Junior Sister Little Moon clashed in battle once again.

Their figures intertwined like lightning, and the light blooming from their divine and immortal bodies collided, sparking brilliantly and colorfully in an exceptionally intense scene.

At this moment, both appeared like peerless overlords of the younger generation, radiating an invincible aura.

Although Ye Xuan, who was only at the fourth level of the Heaven Profound Realm and had awakened the Zixiao Divine Thunder Body and Evil God Physique, was struggling slightly under the pressure of Qingluan's ninth-level Tianren Realm cultivation and Immortal Physique, he gritted his teeth and did not back down.

"Chaos Divine Fire Body, Evil God Physique, Zixiao Divine Thunder Body, all of you, erupt for me!"

Ye Xuan roared in a low voice. Even though his body retreated a few meters, he still fought with all his might.

Three mysterious and incomparably powerful divine physique auras surged around him once again.

Accompanied by low humming sounds, Ye Xuan's entire body radiated a brilliant nine-colored divine light. The endless potential within his flesh seemed to be fully activated, and like a young Monarch Descends, he possessed a terrifying might capable of suppressing all things in the world.

"Suppress!"

Feeling this majestic power capable of suppressing everything, the corners of Ye Xuan's mouth curled up slightly, outlining a smile full of evil charm.

Afterwards, he unhesitatingly suppressed her towards Qingluan with force.

Facing such pressure, Qingluan did not dare to be the slightest bit negligent. She exerted all her true energy, the sword light around her surging violently, and a beam of eternal, sky-piercing Sword Intent erupted, as if to tear the entire sky apart.

"juexian sword Intent, break!"

Qingluan let out a clear shout, and the sword formula in her hand changed. That peerless sword light became even sharper, carrying an unstoppable momentum as it met Ye Xuan's attack.

Outside the arena, Master Shen Xi's beautiful, moving eyes were tightly locked on Ye Xuan and Qingluan, who were in the midst of a fierce battle within the temporary space. She murmured, "With the Pretty Boy's divine physiques fully activated, it is only a matter of time before Little Moon loses, unless she can use the juexian sword!"

At this moment, the intensity of the battle between Ye Xuan and Qingluan had far exceeded the scope of the Heaven Profound Realm, comparable even to a duel between powerful cultivators of the King Profound Realm.

Ye Xuan, with his divine physiques fully activated, attacked like a tide, pressing down on Qingluan like a violent storm. He beat her back step by step, leaving her in a sorry state. If not for her tenacious willpower supporting her, she likely would have vomited blood and collapsed long ago.

"Junior Sister Little Moon, admit defeat!" Ye Xuan's mouth hung with an inscrutable smile, his eyes fixed intently on Qingluan before him.

At this moment, Qingluan's veil had quietly slipped off, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. Her slightly flushed cheeks revealed a hint of shyness, and her breathing had become somewhat rapid.

"Hmph! Stinky Senior Brother, don't be so arrogant; the outcome is not yet decided!" Qingluan gritted her teeth, determination and unwillingness flashing in her beautiful eyes. After glaring fiercely at Ye Xuan, she gripped her sword tightly and began to move once more.

Although Qingluan's originally round and cute dumpling-like face had transformed into that of a stunning, fairy-like beauty, a closer look still revealed traces of her former self.

"Bang!"

Looking at Qingluan's stubborn and unyielding expression, Ye Xuan sighed inwardly. With no other choice, he had to continue the contest with his Junior Sister.

Although Qingluan was at a disadvantage, she was incredibly resilient and had no intention of giving up.

"If we keep entangling like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to decide a winner even after a whole day!"

"Evil Soul, open! Profound Skill—Moon-Grabbing Star-Falling!"

Seeing that he couldn't win after a long attack, Ye Xuan did not want to delay any longer and decided to use his ultimate skill.

In an instant, a crisp cracking sound was heard, and the wooden swords in both their hands turned into fragments and scattered with the wind.

Immediately after, Qingluan's figure swayed, and she was pulled tightly into Ye Xuan's embrace.

"Ah! Stinky Senior Brother, let me go quickly..."

Qingluan couldn't help but blush, feeling overwhelmed with shyness.

"Junior Sister Little Moon, watch how your Senior Brother regains his glory!"

Ye Xuan sealed Qingluan's cultivation, put away his divine abilities, and held her with ulterior motives.

"This brat is going to bully Little Moon again!"

Outside the temporary space, on the pavilion of Sword Immortal Peak, Master Shen Xi saw Ye Xuan place Qingluan face down across his lap. Then, she saw this rebellious disciple's mouth curl into a cunning smile, and he even raised his hand, looking as if he were about to spank Qingluan's bottom.

"Smack—"

A crisp slapping sound rang out as Ye Xuan's powerful palm landed heavily on his Junior Sister's bottom.

"Ying—"

Qingluan's bottom trembled slightly from the hit, and her body shuddered twice along with it.

"Abominable, Senior Brother, how could you hit me there..."

With her pretty face down, Qingluan, pinned on Ye Xuan's lap, was blushing furiously. She was shocked and angry, with a hint of panic and annoyance in her beautiful eyes; she was clearly truly angry.

"Junior Sister Little Moon, admit defeat!"

Ye Xuan's mouth wore a cheeky smile, his eyes fixed intently on Qingluan, whose veil had long since fallen, her pretty face slightly flushed, and her breathing ragged.

"Stinky Senior Brother, don't get carried away! Who will win is still unknown!"

Qingluan gritted her silver teeth and glared fiercely at Ye Xuan, her eyes revealing a trace of stubbornness and unwillingness.

She gripped the sword in her hand tightly and began to move again, her movements light and agile.

Although Qingluan's dumpling-like face had transformed into a peerless immortal visage, one could still vaguely see traces of her former cuteness on that pretty face.

"Bang!"

Seeing Qingluan's stubborn expression, Ye Xuan shook his head helplessly and had no choice but to engage in a fierce contest with his Junior Sister again.

Although Qingluan was at a disadvantage and being firmly suppressed by Ye Xuan, she displayed astonishing resilience and tenacious fighting spirit, with no intention of giving up at all.

"If we keep fighting like this, we might not be able to decide a winner even in a day!" Ye Xuan thought to himself.

"Evil Soul, open! Profound Skill—Moon-Grabbing Star-Falling!" Seeing that he couldn't win after a long attack, Ye Xuan decided not to delay any longer and used his ultimate skill.

In an instant, with a crisp "creak," the wooden swords in both their hands turned into ashes simultaneously.

The next moment, Qingluan was caught off guard and held tightly in Ye Xuan's embrace.

"Stinky Senior Brother, let me go!" Qingluan's pretty face flushed red instantly, and she struggled shyly.