Chapter 3772: Beating Jian Juebi

The entire Four Directions Sword Sect loathed Ye Bufan to the extreme. Seeing him easily advance at this moment, Jian Juebi naturally showed no pleasant expression.

Moreover, what he said was from his heart. As long as he encountered the opponent in the arena battle, he would absolutely not show mercy; he would absolutely make the opponent wish he were dead.

Ye Bufan looked at him and smiled, "What a pity, this match is the end for you. You won't have the chance to meet me.

My luck is good, but yours is terrible to the extreme. Seek your own blessings!"

After speaking, he laughed heartily and jumped off the arena.

"You…"

Jian Juebi's face turned ashen with anger. In his opinion, the opponent's words were meant to provoke him.

He had long stopped caring about this match. Originally, Qin Muyue was an opponent, but now that her Dantian was crippled, there was not much difference between him and directly advancing.

Even at this moment, there was still no one in front of him, and he had not seen the Little Demoness's shadow yet.

Jian Juebi's gaze swept across the stage, "Qin Muyue, come up and fight!"

His words were actually meant for Wu Huo Daojun. Now, all the other arena participants had arrived, and Ye Bufan had even won and left the stage.

Since Qin Muyue dared not come, he should directly announce his victory.

In his heart, with her Dantian destroyed, the possibility of the Qin Family's Little Demoness coming was almost zero.

Everyone else thought the same, believing that Wu Huo Daojun could announce the outcome of this match.

But to their surprise, as soon as Jian Juebi's words fell, there was a response.

"Alright, your grandma is here!"

Everyone was startled and turned their heads to look, only to see a slender figure standing up in the corner behind the Qin Family.

As one of the seven great Families, hundreds of Qin Family Disciples came to watch the battle.

Qin Muyue wore a large hooded cloak, completely covering herself, so no one had noticed her arrival before.

At this moment, she stood up, threw off her cloak, and then leaped onto the arena.

"Oh my god, Qin Fairy actually came…"

The exclamations from below the stage resounded in a chorus. No one expected that Qin Muyue, whose Dantian was crippled, would actually come here and even dare to step onto the stage.

Jian Juebi was stunned for a moment, then a disdainful sneer curved his lips.

As a cultivator, he was very clear how severe the injury of a crippled Dantian was.

Even if the opponent came, what of it? Could she still fight him?

The little girl did not know his thoughts. With her hands on her hips, her small upright ponytail on her head kept trembling.

"Jian Juebi, you are not this old lady's opponent. Hurry up and get off the stage, lest you suffer physical pain!"

This was the Little Demoness's true style. Before her injury, although Jian Juebi was also at the Immortal Lord Middle Stage, he was not her opponent.

Moreover, this time she gained a blessing in disguise, and her strength had ascended another great step, reaching the Immortal Lord Late Stage. The opponent simply did not enter her eyes.

Qin Muyue spoke her true thoughts, but Jian Juebi did not think so, his face full of cold sneers.

"Qin Muyue, are you trying to scare me?

I wasn't scared as a child, and you really think you're still the Martial Dao Genius you were before. You're just a good-for-nothing now!

This bluff is useless against me. Hurry up and get off the stage, or I won't be polite to you."

His tone was full of mockery. In his heart, Qin Muyue was using some secret method to temporarily suppress her injuries, aiming to bluff and make him concede.

But how could that be possible? With her Dantian destroyed, she was destined to be a good-for-nothing. What right did she have to make him bow his head?

But to his surprise, as soon as he finished speaking, he instantly enraged the Little Demoness.

Qin Muyue was originally the Qin Family's Martial Dao Genius, unseen in ten thousand years. Her Dantian being destroyed before almost turned her into a good-for-nothing. Although she had now fully recovered, it still left a great shadow in her heart.

Now, hearing the opponent dare to call her a good-for-nothing to her face, the little girl's anger instantly ignited.

"You dare to call me a good-for-nothing? You dare to be impolite to me? Then I'll show you who the good-for-nothing is, and what being impolite means!"

Under everyone's shocked gazes, Qin Muyue erupted with overwhelming killing Aura from head to toe.

"This…"

Jian Juebi was a bit bewildered. Wasn't the opponent's Dantian destroyed? Hadn't she become a good-for-nothing? How could she still have such a powerful Aura?

But before he could recover, the little girl's figure had already arrived in front of him, and she slapped him fiercely across the face.

The speed of that strike was simply too fast, leaving him no chance to dodge at all.

He was directly slapped to the ground, his cheekbone caved in, and his teeth scattered everywhere.

"You…"

Jian Juebi's eyes widened, utterly terrified.

Didn't they say her Dantian was destroyed? Didn't they say she had become a good-for-nothing? How could she be so powerful?

He had felt it clearly just now; the opponent's strength was too great, simply crushing him.

His protective Immortal Essence was completely useless against that slap.

But before he could recover, Qin Muyue slapped the other side of his face again.

"You bastard, I'll let you call this old lady a good-for-nothing, I'll smash your stinking mouth!"

After two slaps, Jian Juebi's once handsome face was already disfigured beyond recognition.

He desperately tried to resist, but under Qin Muyue's oppressive Aura, his Immortal Essence, just as it was raised, was shattered inch by inch, completely ineffective.

In other words, he had no power to resist whatsoever under her slaps.

The title of Little Demoness was not for nothing. When she started fighting, she was merciless. Crack, crack, crack, she successively broke all his four limbs.

This scene was not a high-level arena match; it was completely a one-sided beatdown.

Qin Muyue had been feeling stifled these past few days. At this moment, she vented all her unhappiness, hitting him with immense satisfaction.

"I…"

Jian Juebi's heart had fallen into despair. He knew he was destined to lose; he was simply not her opponent.

No matter how shocked or how stifled he was, he still had to get through this current predicament.

Seeing that he was about to be completely crippled, he opened his mouth to concede, but as soon as he uttered a word, he was slapped back.

Qin Muyue had a playful smile on her face. "This old lady isn't done hitting yet, and you want to concede? How could that be?"

And so, Jian Juebi was beaten, screaming in agony, his cries continuous, yet he was unable to concede.

The rules of the match were like this: either be beaten off the arena, or bow down and concede. If neither happened, the match could not end.

"What's going on? Are the people from the Four Directions Sword Sect crazy? They're being beaten like this and still won't concede?"

"Exactly! Why are they still acting tough at this point? There's no chance of winning at all. Just concede!"

The surrounding people discussed animatedly. Jian Juebi heard them and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. "Do I not want to concede? It's this Little Demoness who won't let me, alright?"

And so, under everyone's watchful eyes, this Core Disciple of the Four Directions Sword Sect was beaten to the point of crying for his parents, a truly horrific sight.

On the viewing platform, Jian Feiyang's expression was grim. Before this, he had never imagined such a result.

But there was no helping it; a match was a match. Even if he was the Grand Elder of the Four Directions Sword Sect, he could not stop it. Finally, Qin Muyue had beaten him enough. She clapped her hands and kicked Jian Juebi off the arena, bringing an end to this one-sided beatdown.