Chapter 89

The second round, first match:
Piaomiao Peak’s Chi Xiao versus Xianding Peak’s Xiao Long.

On the stage, Chi Xiao stood tall, crimson hair flowing behind her, clad in a blazing red lotus battle armor. Just a single glance at her was enough to feel the scorching aura she emitted—an aura that wasn’t just intimidating, but also alluring and exhilarating.

“Go, Sister Xiao! We love you!”
“You’re the pride of Piaomiao Peak!”
“Don’t hold back! Show everyone Piaomiao Peak is the strongest branch in Luo Xian Sect!”

The girls of Piaomiao Peak cheered hysterically, their voices shrill like cracked bells, spitting as they shouted with wild, frenzied faces that completely ignored any semblance of grace or refinement.

“Hmph!”
Naturally, disciples from Xianding Peak didn’t take this quietly.
“A bunch of shrews—how could they amount to anything? Xianding Peak has always held the top spot. When did it become your turn?”

“That’s right!” someone else chimed in, backing his senior. “We’re the true strongest branch of Luo Xian Sect. You lot can come challenge us once you figure out how to pee standing up.”

Such brash remarks instantly ignited the fury of the Piaomiao girls.

“Who just said that? Come out here and let me slap you till you cry for your mom!”

One particularly fierce Piaomiao disciple stepped forward. Her fiery red robe clearly marked her as a die-hard Chi Xiao fan.

“I said it! If you’ve got a problem, come over and let’s go three hundred rounds. I’ll show you I’ve got more guts than your whole Peak!”

The Xianding disciples weren’t pushovers either. Constantly bullied by Chi Xiao and treated like punching bags by Piaomiao girls, today was their chance to prove themselves.
They had never been ones to back down—win together, lose together, fight together.

“Bring it on! You think we’re scared of you?”

Both sides rolled up their sleeves, ready for a full-on mixed-gender brawl right in the stands. The tension was so intense, it stunned even the spectators.

“ENOUGH!”

The thunderous voice of Elder Jin Hou silenced everyone in an instant.

Though the fighting paused, the hostility didn’t fade. Disciples from both sides locked eyes, as if one wrong glance could reignite the spark.

“Talk about explosive...”
Han Luo, watching from the crowd with the rest of Shen Xian’er’s fan club, shook his head.
The duel hadn’t even started, and the audience nearly erupted into chaos.
He scribbled a note in his little notebook: Don’t let false fame get to your head.

After that chaotic appetizer, the real battle began.

Xiao Long—the oldest among his generation on Xianding Peak—looked every bit the "senior brother" he was supposed to be. His long face matched his surname, and his strength placed him right below Li Jun among the Twelve Yamas, earning him the title of “uncrowned king.”

“Senior Sister Chi Xiao,” he said politely, “I know I’m no match for you. Please go easy on me.”

Like Li Jun, Xiao Long gave off a refined, courteous aura. After all, he was from Xianding Peak—their style was all about elegance.

Chi Xiao glanced at him with evident disdain. In her eyes, anyone outside Piaomiao Peak wasn’t worth a warm expression—except Shen Xian’er.

She raised her palm. A golden flame danced in her hand, then whooshed into the air and transformed into a crimson, eight-foot-long flaming spear.

The spear’s shaft looked like it had been forged from molten magma. Crimson spirit patterns swirled across it—majestic and deadly.

She pointed the spear straight at Xiao Long, brimming with fighting spirit.

The smile faded from Xiao Long’s face. He knew better than to underestimate Chi Xiao.

He immediately formed a hand seal.

Within seconds, his body was surrounded by rippling waves of spiritual energy that spun around him before condensing into three blue dragons.

Dragonform Art—a simple, widespread, but very practical technique.
And for someone at the Qi Refining stage to manifest three dragons? That spoke volumes about Xiao Long’s strength.

No need for more words.

“Kill!”

Xiao Long charged forward.

The three dragons roared with explosive might, ripping chunks of stone from the platform as they surged ahead.

A deep dragon’s roar echoed through the arena, shaking the air with piercing tremors.
For a moment, the audience was too stunned to even cheer.
What they were witnessing was beyond their expectations—there was nothing left to do but watch.

Xiao Long didn’t hold back, sending the dragons barreling toward Chi Xiao.

She calmly retracted her flaming spear and raised her signature weapon—the Chi Xiao Shield.

The massive shield completely protected her body.

The dragons struck—

Everyone expected a thunderous clash.

But the moment they collided, the dragons crumbled like tofu slamming into a steel wall.

That’s right.

It was like a speeding car crashing headfirst into a concrete pole.

Then came the hiss—
Thick white steam rose into the air.

The three dragons evaporated instantly on contact with the scorching surface of the shield.

“Spiritual energy suppression.”
Han Luo narrated from the stands.

Even though water typically countered fire, everything was relative.
Xiao Long’s spiritual energy had been tempered six times.
Chi Xiao’s—seven times.
Her fire was far more refined and overwhelming.

And Xiao Long was about to pay for it.

Before anyone could react, Chi Xiao swung her shield like a massive fan.

The surrounding steam, wrapped in her spiritual energy, burst toward Xiao Long—
And in that moment, it ignited midair, turning into a storm of blazing firebolts.

“Water Wall!”

Xiao Long shouted, conjuring a watery barrier before him.

But it wasn’t enough.

The firebolts pierced right through the water wall like bullets, still surging toward him.

He tried to dodge—
But suddenly, a shadow loomed in front of him.

Chi Xiao was already there.

Without hesitation, she raised her shield and slammed it straight into his face.

CRACK.

The sound echoed through the arena.

Everyone instinctively covered their lower halves and winced.
Oof. That’s gotta be broken—definitely broken.

Thud.

Xiao Long collapsed on the stage.

His face was distorted. His teeth shattered.
His body twitched like an over-wound frog.

He was absolutely done for.