Chapter 1574

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Ye Wushuang clutched the spear shaft, advancing step by step toward Qi Bin. The shaft had pierced through Qi Bin’s mouth, and any attempt to move was thwarted by the excruciating pain radiating from his neck and mouth, leaving him standing stock-still, immobilized. Yet the contorted expression on his face betrayed his agony.

“Do you enjoy screaming so much?”

Standing before Qi Bin, Ye Wushuang conjured a spiritual sword in hand and swung it down with a swift slash. A soft *thud* echoed as both of Qi Bin’s lower legs were cleanly severed just below the knees.

“Uuuu… uuuu…”

The pain caused Qi Bin to collapse onto the ground, beads of sweat pouring down his body.

“Rest easy. You’re merely at the seventieth place. From here on, I’ll climb step by step to the top ten, to the top three. Just as I’ve killed you, I’ll twist off Qi Yao’s head as well!”

As he spoke, Ye Wushuang’s long sword flashed once more. With a *thud*, Qi Bin’s head rolled onto the ground.

Seventieth place, Qi Bin of the Qi Family, dead!

At this moment, both the Dongxu Chart geniuses on the arena and the challengers in the audience turned pale. This was no mere contest for ranking on the Dongxu Chart. It was a bloody retribution, a venting of rage by Ye Wushuang against the Lingjian Pavilion and the Qi Family. Wasn’t this just outright murder?

…

In the morning, the fourth round of duels concluded after two hours. And in the afternoon, the fifth round began swiftly. Contestants ranked fifty-first to sixtieth faced challenges from those newly ranked sixty-first to seventieth. This round, however, saw no participants from the Lingjian Pavilion or the Qi Family.

Qing Shiyu challenged the fifty-first place and won. Ye Wushuang challenged the fifty-second place and won as well. Subsequently, no one continued to challenge these two.

The next day!

On the fourth day of the contest, the duels continued. In the morning, the sixth round commenced. This time, the level of combat was entirely different. Among the hundred geniuses listed on the Dongxu Chart, the top fifty were undoubtedly of a higher caliber than the bottom fifty.

In the sixth round, those ranked forty-first to fiftieth were to face challenges from the newly ranked fifty-first to sixtieth. Many people began to favor Qing Shiyu and Ye Wushuang. After three days of duels, the strength both Qing Shiyu and Ye Wushuang had displayed was indeed extraordinary.

There were no members of the Lingjian Pavilion or the Qi Family among those ranked forty-first to fiftieth. Qing Shiyu challenged the forty-first place and won, while Ye Wushuang challenged the forty-second place and also emerged victorious.

In the afternoon, the seventh round began. Among those ranked thirty-first to fortieth, there were still no members of the Lingjian Pavilion or the Qi Family. Qing Shiyu secured the thirty-first place, and Ye Wushuang took the thirty-second place.

The duels of the fourth day came to an end without any major surprises. Only Ye Wushuang and Qing Shiyu, whenever they encountered no disciples from the Lingjian Pavilion or the Qi Family, would challenge the first and second arenas. This made it crystal clear to everyone that these two disciples of Shengtian Sect had come to the ranking contest with the sole purpose of killing the geniuses of the Lingjian Pavilion and the Qi Family.

After just four short days, Qing Shiyu and Ye Wushuang’s dazzling performances on the duel arenas had drawn the attention of an increasing number of people. At the end of the fourth day’s duel, in the evening, Qi Zhiyan, Wu Xueqing, Xu Ziqian, Huan Tianxin, and others invited Ye Wushuang and Qing Shiyu to have dinner together.

During the meal, everyone chatted lively about the duels on the arena, expressing their astonishment at the strength displayed by Ye Wushuang and Qing Shiyu. It was understandable that Ye Wushuang was formidable, but it was truly inconceivable that Qing Shiyu had become so strong without anyone noticing!

Finally, on the fifth day of the challenge contest, in the morning, the eighth round began. This time, it was the newly ranked thirty-first to fortieth challengers, including Qing Shiyu and Ye Wushuang, facing those ranked twenty-first to thirtieth on the list.

Among them, the twenty-seventh place on the Dongxu Chart was Lu Shao from the Lingjian Pavilion, the son of Lu Yixian, the chief sword guardian!

The other eight people who had advanced to this round with Qing Shiyu and Ye Wushuang were tactful enough to stay far away from Arena Seven.

This was the grudge between Shengtian Sect and Lingjian Pavilion.

They had come to compete in the ranking contest, not to risk their lives by getting involved in the conflicts between these two factions.

This time, Qing Shiyu once again chose to challenge the twenty-first place on Arena One.

Ye Wushuang, on the other hand, approached Arena Seven.

On the arena, Lu Shao, dressed in a spotless white robe, with his long hair tied back, stood with his hands behind his back. His narrow, handsome eyes, slightly cold, stared at Ye Wushuang.

After four days of continuous duels, even the uninformed onlookers could see that Ye Wushuang and Qing Shiyu were specifically targeting the Lingjian Pavilion and the Qi Family.

When facing others, Ye Wushuang would duel politely, trying not to hurt his opponents, merely defeating them and forcing them to concede.

But when it came to members of the Lingjian Pavilion and the Qi Family, the first thing Ye Wushuang would do was to silence them, rendering them unable to speak, and then kill them.

Now, finally.

Finally, Ye Wushuang had made it to the eighth round.

And in this round, Lu Shao understood that he had to deal with Ye Wushuang.

For the dignity of the Lingjian Pavilion, or to earn a higher regard from Xu Yueyin, he had to slay Ye Wushuang.

Lu Shao’s hands inside his elegant robe clenched tightly as he looked at Ye Wushuang and said coldly, “After four days of duels, I’ve gotten a good grasp of your strength.”

“But let me tell you next, there’s more than just one genius in this world, and that’s you, Ye Wushuang!”

“My father, Lu Yixian, is the chief sword guardian of the Lingjian Pavilion, and I, Lu Shao, won’t bring shame upon him!”

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang couldn’t help but sneer, “Bring shame? Does your father even have any face left to lose?”

Upon hearing this, Lu Shao’s handsome face frosted over with coldness.

“Go back and ask your father who saved him when he was supposed to die, who guided him through the initial steps of martial cultivation, leading him to display his talent time and again within the Lingjian Pavilion!”

“Who took him as a disciple, imparting all his knowledge, treating him like his own son!”

Ye Wushuang took a step forward and sneered, “And what did your father do? He betrayed Ling Shengtian, betrayed his own master, Su Chenyang. The fact that he still has the nerve to live in this world is the most ridiculous thing of all!”

Lu Shao’s fists clenched tightly as he growled, “It was Yin Shenghao, Su Chenyang, and Si Luoyi who betrayed Ling Shengtian, not my father!”

“You actually believe that nonsense!” Ye Wushuang sneered coldly. “If you had any sense at all, you’d see who the real betrayers are!”

“You’re asking for death!”

Lu Shao was utterly enraged. He clenched his hands, and a surge of spiritual energy burst forth from within him, charging straight at Ye Wushuang…