Chapter 150: Instantly Killing the Third Place Scholar! Senior Sister, take this sword to cut fruits!

On the arena, the atmosphere was tense with swords drawn.

Jian Wuchen was so enraged by Gu Lan's words, "Here to deliver a sword," that his face turned livid, and the qingming sword in his hand hummed, emitting a biting cold light.

"Arrogant devil!"

"Today, I will let you witness what the true ultimate technique of the Tianjian Sect is!"

"Myriad Swords Return to Origin — Rise!"

Following his stern roar, the sword box on his back snapped open.

Dozens of spiritual swords soared into the sky, forming a giant sword wheel in the air that carried a piercing sound of breaking through the air, shearing towards Gu Lan like a meat grinder.

The momentum was vast and imposing, with Sword Qi crisscrossing!

The Righteous Path Disciples under the stage cheered one after another:

"Good! Senior Brother Jian is mighty!"

"This move 'Sword Wheel Dance' is a Profound Rank Advanced sword technique! That brat is dead for sure!"

However.

Facing this all-pervasive sword rain, Gu Lan didn't even lift an eyelid.

He simply held the sword with one hand, standing there casually as if watching a clumsy acrobatics show.

"Flashy and impractical."

Gu Lan shook his head, a trace of disdain curling at the corner of his mouth.

"A real sword only needs one move."

Just at the moment when the sword wheel was about to shred him to pieces.

Gu Lan moved.

Without any warning, his figure instantly disappeared from where he stood.

Immediately after.

A streak of sword light, as black as ink yet burning with dark red flames, flashed across the arena and vanished.

"Soul-Devouring — Instant Kill!"

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang —!!!"

A dense series of metallic snapping sounds rang out.

That seemingly arrogant and invincible sword wheel collapsed instantly in front of Gu Lan's sword, just like it was made of paper!

Dozens of spiritual swords snapped in unison, turning into scrap metal and plunging from the sky.

"Puff —!"

Jian Wuchen's natal Flying Sword was destroyed, and his mind suffered heavy damage. A mouthful of fresh blood gushed out wildly, and his entire body flew backward.

But before he hit the ground, a slender hand had already choked his throat.

Gu Lan appeared in front of him like a ghost, lifting him in mid-air with one hand while the cold blade of the soul-devouring sword patted his cheek.

"Is that it?"

"This is the chief of the Tianjian Sect?"

"You can't even catch a single move from me, and you still have the nerve to call yourself a Sword Cultivator?"

The entire audience fell dead silent.

Everyone opened their mouths wide, looking at this scene in disbelief.

One move!

It really only took one move!

The third-place scholar on the Righteous Path combat power ranking was instantly killed by this so-called "traitor"?!

"Let… let me go…"

Jian Wuchen's face flushed red, his legs kicked wildly, and his eyes were filled with fear and humiliation.

He couldn't figure out why, when they were both at Foundation Establishment Great Perfection, the gap was so huge?!

"Let you go?"

Gu Lan chuckled lightly, his gaze falling upon the qingming sword in his hand, which had cracks but was still relatively intact.

"I said just now, you came to deliver a sword."

"Since you've come, you should leave the item behind, right?"

With a flick of his wrist, he directly snatched the qingming sword.

Then…

"Bang!"

He kicked Jian Wuchen hard in the stomach, kicking him off the arena like a piece of trash.

"Scram, stop making a fool of yourself here."

After finishing all this, Gu Lan was not in a hurry to step down from the stage.

He held the qingming sword and weighed it in his hand.

"Hmm, a top-grade Spiritual Artifact. Although a bit brittle, it's still pretty good for cutting fruits."

Then.

Amidst everyone's shocked gazes.

He turned around, facing the Righteous Path camp and the cyan flying boat.

He raised the sword in his hand and flashed a brilliant smile at the figure dressed in white snow.

"Senior Sister Jiang!"

He shouted loudly, his voice echoing across the entire audience.

"I heard you've been fond of eating spiritual fruits lately."

"Although this sword isn't much, its strong point is that it's sharp."

"Giving it to you… to use for cutting fruits!"

Swish —

With a casual toss, the qingming sword turned into a stream of light and steadily embedded itself into the deck in front of Jiang Wanqing.

It pierced deeply into the wood, and the hilt was still trembling slightly.

Boom!

The entire audience exploded in an uproar.

"Holy crap! What is he doing?!"

"Right in front of the Demon Lord, he's giving a sword to the Righteous Path Great Senior Sister?!"

"Is this a provocation? Or… flirting?!"

"This is way too arrogant! That is the Tianjian Sect's town-protecting Spiritual Artifact! And he just gave it away to someone to use as a fruit knife?!"

On the Righteous Path side, the Elder of the Tianjian Sect trembled with anger, almost dying on the spot.

Meanwhile, looking at the swaying longsword in front of her, Jiang Wanqing's originally icy gaze instantly melted by a corner.

She reached out and grasped the hilt.

The sword seemed to still retain the warmth of Gu Lan's palm.

"This idiot…"

She bit her lower lip, a warm current surging in her heart, but put on a strong front of indifference on the surface, pulled out the sword, and replied coldly:

"Not needed!"

"This kind of filthy thing, I'd find it dirtying my hands!"

Although she said that with her mouth, she extremely naturally… put the sword into her own storage ring.

The movement was smooth like flowing clouds and running water, with no intention of returning it whatsoever.

Gu Lan: "…"

Senior Sister, your habit of saying one thing while your body acts otherwise is really getting more and more severe.

However.

Just when Gu Lan was feeling pleased with himself over this wave of "secret flirtation".

A spine-chilling coldness suddenly came from behind him.

"Clap, clap, clap."

Slow and rhythmic applause sounded.

Ye Hongzhuang sat on the throne, looking at him with a smile that was not a smile.

"Fought not bad."

"Delivered… not bad either."

She toyed with the empty wine cup in her hand, her eyes deep and lingering.

"Taking the spoils of war from my side to curry favor with your old lover over there?"

"Little Gu Gu, you play this trick of 'borrowing flowers to present to Buddha' quite smoothly, don't you?"

"What? Do you think the spiritual fruits here… can be eaten without cutting?"

"Or do you think…"

Her fingertips exerted a slight force, and the wine cup made of top-grade spiritual jade instantly turned into fine powder.

"My sword is not sharp enough?"

Gu Lan's scalp exploded.

It's over!

He got carried away by his triumph and forgot about this matter!

The tigress at home was still glaring at him!

"Your Majesty, calm your anger! Listen to my sophistry… Oh no, listen to my explanation!"

Gu Lan quickly flew back to the Demonic Cult camp, kneeling on one knee in front of the throne with a face full of loyalty.

"Your subordinate is using a psychological warfare strategy!"

"Psychological warfare?" Ye Hongzhuang raised an eyebrow.

"That's right!"

Gu Lan spouted nonsense with a straight face:

"Your subordinate was deliberately humiliating the Tianjian Sect and inciting discord among the various Righteous Path sects!"

"Just think about it, if I take the Tianjian Sect's sword and give it to the Qingyun Sect, can the Tianjian Sect not hate the Qingyun Sect?"

"This is called killing three scholars with two peaches! Let them fight among themselves!"

"As for Jiang Wanqing…"

Gu Lan lowered his voice, putting on a ruthless expression.

"Your subordinate wanted to paralyze her with sugar-coated bullets first, and once she lowers her guard, take her down… in one fell swoop!"

"Bring her back to wash Your Majesty's feet!"

"Oh?"

Ye Hongzhuang looked at his desperate performance, the killing intent in her eyes gradually dissipating and being replaced by a hint of amusement.

"Sounds… somewhat reasonable."

She extended her foot, using her toes to lift Gu Lan's chin.

"However, I'm still somewhat displeased."

"Since you gave her a sword…"

"Shouldn't you also give me something?"

"This…" Gu Lan racked his brains, "What does Your Majesty want? As long as your subordinate has it…"

"I want…"

Ye Hongzhuang leaned close to him, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, whispered softly in his ear:

"Tonight when we go back, be proactive."

"I want to try… the scenery from the top."

Gu Lan: "…"

Boom!

He felt his face burn up instantly.

This Female Demon Lord!

Can you be a bit more decent in public?!

And…

You're not asking for a gift at all, you're asking for my life!

Just at this moment.

"The second match! The Golden Core battle!"

The referee's voice sounded once again.

"Please dispatch…"

"I'll come!"

A sweet shout interrupted the referee.

On the Righteous Path side, Jiang Wanqing stepped across the Void Realm, like a blooming snow lotus, drifting down onto the arena.

The hanshuang sword in her hand pointed directly at the Demonic Cult's throne.

To be precise, it was pointing at… Saintess Ji Wushuang by Gu Lan's side.

"Saintess Ji Wushuang!"

"Get down here!"

"Today, we decide victory and defeat, and also… life and death!"

"Even more so for…"

She glanced at Gu Lan, her eyes full of absolute determination.

"Cleaning up the sect!"

(Cleaning up who? Of course cleaning up the rotten peach blossoms around Gu Lan!)

Saintess Ji Wushuang heard this, threw away the melon seeds in her hand, clapped her hands, and stood up.

"Yo, is Fairy Jiang so blinded by jealousy?"

She tidied her black battle skirt, a seductive smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

"Since you want to die so badly…"

"Then this palace will grant your wish!"

"By the way, let you know who the… main wife is!"

Two figures, one white and one black.

A matchup like destiny.

On the verge of breaking out!

And Gu Lan, the "fuse" of this epic battle, was currently shrinking beside the throne, shivering.

"Um… Your Majesty."

"Can I… go to the restroom first?"

"This Shura field… is too terrifying!"