86: Chapter 86 The Victor – Sikong Qianluo!

On the stage, Ximen Chuixue's figure suddenly retreated rapidly, reaching the very edge of the platform.

Holding his long sword horizontally across his chest, his Sword Qi grew dense, even faintly emitting a sliver of black energy that made one's heart tremble.

Sikong Qianluo also halted her offensive.

She naturally saw that this was the final killing move Ximen Chuixue was preparing.

Holding her spear with both hands, red and green intertwined upon the shaft, while a touch of cold white quietly emerged.

An icy Aura spread out from around her, its range growing larger and larger.

"Again?"

Many in the stands wailed inwardly.

The Disciples of this martial arts hall would release freezing air at the drop of a hat.

It was like this before, and it was the same now.

Many had come prepared, putting on the thick clothes they had brought with them.

On the platform, an icy mist condensed in a short time, refracting a rainbow-colored glow under the midday sun.

"This is the final form of the Wanmei Sword Technique; I still cannot fully control it."

Ximen Chuixue spoke slowly, looking at the black energy on his blade that was dense enough to be terrifying.

"The third stage of the Profound Ice Spear Technique, but it is not the Thousand Ice Strikes."

Sikong Qianluo responded indifferently.

As her voice fell, both of their figures vanished simultaneously.

Ximen Chuixue seemed to merge with heaven and earth, leaving only a single sword soaring through the air with a sense of finality, charging straight at Sikong Qianluo as if embracing death.

Meanwhile, Sikong Qianluo's figure appeared in mid-air, her Aura surging violently.

The power of the Vajra Mortal Realm erupted instantly, and in the next moment, to everyone's shock, she actually achieved another Breakthrough!

"With one spear I enter the Zizai Realm, sweeping away all enemies under heaven!"

Sikong Qianluo's voice echoed through the air, rolling like thunder.

Though her tone still carried a hint of childishness, that sharp arrogance was clearly palpable.

The icy mist floating in the air seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, spinning rapidly and gathering in one direction.

Immediately after, a massive ice spear over ten zhang long appeared in mid-air, pressing down with an unstoppable momentum.

The King of Spears!

Everyone present could truly feel the boundless Aura of Sikong Qianluo's strike.

The world often said the spear was the leader of the hundred weapons,

But very few truly understood the meaning behind those words.

At this moment, everyone could feel her peerless pressure that dominated the world.

Within that small figure, it seemed as if world-destroying power was contained.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the people in the spectator seats were dazed,

Gazing at that massive ice spear descending from the sky like a divine miracle.

Sikong Changfeng's mouth hung wide open;

His daughter's move had completely exceeded his expectations.

It had even exceeded the limits of his imagination.

He could already foresee that the repair costs for this platform would be staggeringly high.

If this strike landed, he feared even the mechanical arrays beneath the stage would be utterly destroyed.

The money needed for repairs then probably couldn't be solved with a few million or even tens of millions of taels of silver.

Thinking of this, Sikong Changfeng's face turned pale.

Li Changsheng didn't care much about whether this strike would destroy the Jingwu Platform and its mechanisms;

He was more concerned with the Aura Sikong Qianluo was displaying.

He had heard what Su Rui said earlier,

And this strike happened to validate Su Rui's view.

Otherwise, with Sikong Qianluo having just stepped into the Zizai Earth Realm, her Internal Energy simply wouldn't be enough to support such a strike.

A top-tier expert with endless Internal Energy who could fight sustainably?

Li Changsheng sighed softly;

This martial arts hall was truly skilled at cultivating Disciples!

Su Rui, however, frowned slightly.

Though this move was impressive in momentum, it was far too cumbersome.

No matter how strong Sikong Qianluo's combat instincts were, she was ultimately a child with a flighty mind.

Flashy but impractical—

That was Su Rui's judgment.

This strike wasn't even as good as her original "Thousand Ice Strikes."

While its destructive power was greater, true experts would dodge;

They wouldn't just stand still and let you attack.

And Sikong Qianluo was clearly unable to control the follow-up variations of this move yet.

But it would do for now.

Ximen Chuixue also had no way out now;

The sword had already been struck, and that all-or-nothing gamble could not be retracted midway.

The moment the massive ice spear collided with the profound iron sword, a dazzling light erupted.

Ximen Chuixue spat out a mouthful of blood and crashed heavily to the ground.

Yet that ice spear continued to descend from the sky with undiminished power,

And the people around were too late to rescue him.

Li Changsheng couldn't bear to see this Genius youth perish like this, but just as he was about to intervene, a clear sword chime rang throughout the field.

A piercing sword light blinded everyone's eyes, and the descending ice spear actually stalled in mid-air before exploding with a bang.

Countless ice shards scattered in all directions, turning into a sky full of sparkling crystals.

The Cheng Ying Sword returned to its scabbard, and Su Rui shook his head slightly.

After Sikong Qianluo landed, a flash of panic crossed her eyes.

She had no intention of hurting anyone.

Once that strike was out, she couldn't control it herself.

Fortunately, her teacher had acted in time.

She naturally knew whose hand that sword chime had come from.

She stuck out her tongue slightly, putting on an innocent look.

Su Rui naturally knew she was just pretending.

He didn't say much.

Ximen Chuixue lay on the ground, the profound iron sword in his hand already reduced to a pile of debris.

Though he was seriously injured, he was still conscious.

Snow Moon City Disciples immediately leapt onto the stage, and after confirming he was not in mortal danger, they signaled to the main stands and carried him away for treatment.

Sikong Qianluo stood alone in the center of the stage, leaning on her phoenix blood spear.

The Jingwu Platform, which had been on the verge of destruction, was intact, and the mechanisms below were fine.

Sikong Changfeng was overjoyed, almost forgetting his duty as a referee.

It was only after Baili Dongjun's reminder that he snapped back to his senses.

He then announced:

"The winner—Sikong Qianluo!"

Sikong Changfeng's voice rang throughout the field.

The people who had been shocked by Su Rui's sword strike only now recovered and erupted into bursts of cheers.

This match was incredibly brilliant,

And many people also secretly felt indebted to Sikong Qianluo's talent.

Naturally, they were not stingy with their words of praise.

Even with her straightforward personality, Sikong Qianluo couldn't help but feel a bit awkward listening to the continuous cheers from the stands.

She quickly leaped up and flew back to Su Rui's side.

Before she could speak, she was caught in a soft embrace.

Her cheeks sank into it, the softness making it impossible to resist.

Realizing what was happening, Sikong Qianluo immediately began to squirm, struggling to break free.

Finally emerging from Mu Liangyue's arms, a blush rose on her face, and her breathing was slightly hurried.

Her bright eyes stared straight at Mu Liangyue.

The latter had just let go and was giggling, her chest trembling slightly, which caused Sikong Qianluo's eyes to widen, even dampening her joy from the recent victory.

Sensing the gaze of her Senior Sister as well as Su Rui's look, Mu Liangyue showed no shyness at all; instead, she puffed out her chest and leaned right into Sikong Qianluo's face.

Sikong Qianluo stumbled back, her expression instantly darkening as she hugged her phoenix blood spear and walked straight to the side.

Su Rui, watching from the side, could only shake his head.

Mu Liangyue was getting bolder and bolder, seemingly particularly fond of pulling Sikong Qianluo into her arms.

"The final match of the afternoon is about to begin, and it will determine the ultimate winner of this assembly!"

Sikong Changfeng looked at Sikong Qianluo by Su Rui's side, and after confirming she was fine, he announced.

Hearing this, everyone showed expressions of anticipation.

Sikong Qianluo's gaze slowly turned toward Li Hanyi.

"Senior Sister, don't you dare hold back this afternoon; whoever loses is the Junior Sister!"

Her eyes were full of longing for the position of the martial arts hall's Eldest Senior Sister.

Su Rui stood by, listening without a word.

Li Hanyi nodded slightly.

During their previous sparring, Sikong Qianluo had not yet mastered a true Concept.

It was different now, and she should take it seriously.

"It seems I can only rank third."

Mu Liangyue suddenly chuckled and spoke.

As soon as Sikong Qianluo finished speaking, everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on Mu Liangyue.

"Ximen Chuixue is likely unable to fight again; Senior Sister Qianluo's move caused no light injury."

Mu Liangyue's tone was flat, but her gaze lingered on Sikong Qianluo for a moment, her expression somewhat meaningful.

"Speaking of which, do we still have a battle?"

Sikong Qianluo hugged her phoenix blood spear, first glanced at Mu Liangyue, then turned her head away with a cold snort, clearly not wanting to respond.

Mu Liangyue was amused by her little attitude and laughed softly, her feet tapping lightly as she flashed forward to hug Sikong Qianluo from behind.

"..."

The latter immediately struggled, but this time Mu Liangyue held on tight.

"Alright, Qianluo, rest first."

Su Rui watched his Disciples' bickering and spoke up with a bit of a headache to stop them.

Hearing her teacher's words, Sikong Qianluo finally escaped the clutches, flashed back a few steps, looked around, and walked to Li Hanyi's side, turning back to glare fiercely at Mu Liangyue.

She was looking for an ally.

Li Hanyi instinctively wanted to push her away, but then thought of Su Rui watching and could only lower her head and endure.

—

Outside Snow Moon City, a secret stronghold of Heaven Beyond Heaven.

"Protector Lord, the people from the Great Tang's Yin Gui Sect have arrived."

The White-Haired Immortal Mo Qixuan was slightly startled upon hearing this, then remembered Sect Head Ye Dingzhi's previous instructions.

Ye Dingzhi's goal this time was Northern Li, but he had little interest in the land itself; the only thing he was obsessed with was a person—a woman.

To this end, he did not hesitate to promise great rewards to invite experts from various parties to assist him.

The Yin Gui Sect was precisely invited to help contain Snow Moon City and disrupt the situation.

"Invite them in."

Mo Qixuan stood up and gave the order in a deep voice.

"Yes."

The Demonic Cult Disciple who brought the message took the order and left.

Outside the stronghold, Wanwan stood alone away from the crowd, her expression cold, making no secret of her disgust for what was before her.

"Hehehe, Wanwan, won't you reconsider? As long as you nod your head, this old man will definitely support you to take over as the Yin Gui Sect's Sect Head," a middle-aged man with a decent appearance but extremely lewd eyes said with a smile.

Hearing this, Wanwan's brow furrowed slightly as she looked coldly at Bian Bufu.

"This mission is fraught with danger, and Snow Moon City is full of experts; you'd better think more about how to save your own life."

"Oh, is Wanwan concerned about me? I'm truly flattered."

Bian Bufu laughed even more lewdly.

"If Elder Bian is truly so confident, why not spar with me for a bit?"

A red-clothed figure spoke with a light laugh, her tone carrying a hint of flirtation.

"Wen Cai Ting, this is none of your business."

He had been laughing earlier, his greedy gaze sweeping over Wanwan with a hint of wickedness in his eyes.