Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 264 - 261: The Outcome is Decided

Chapter 264: Chapter 261: The Outcome is Decided

"Snowflakes whirled down!"

Nangong Yao paid no heed to the injury on her shoulder, as she wielded her long sword. In an instant, her Sword Qi transformed into clusters of snowflakes that fluttered like cotton, scattered in the wind. But as these clusters fell, they twisted into sharp swords, sweeping toward Zhuo Yanyun.

"Crystal Mirror Wall!"

Withdrawing the sword to her left, Zhuo Yanyun struck out with her right palm, unleashing a vigorous surge of True Qi that rapidly condensed before her, unfolding into a defensive barrier reminiscent of a mirror.

Bang bang bang!

The snowflakes, resembling raindrops, pelted the mirror, emitting a dense cacophony of impacts. After withstanding such a fierce bombardment, the mirror surface finally shattered, disintegrating into fragments that filled the sky.

Pfftch!

The fragments grazed past Zhuo Yanyun, leaving two more trails of blood.

"Junior Sister Nangong has improved greatly."

Below the stage, Li Ziting stroked his chin, his eyes lighting up.

In the past, though Nangong Yao was strong, her swordsmanship was never as exquisite and varied as it was now. Wasn’t Martial Arts technique always her weak point compared to the others?

Suddenly, the image of Ye Xuan flashed through his mind, causing his expression to change slightly, "Could it be this guy?"

He knew that Ye Xuan had reached the realm of Sword Heart Clarity and observed that Nangong Yao’s Martial Arts style shared some similarities with his.

In just one short month, to have trained someone to this level? Even if Nangong Yao was highly talented, it wasn’t an easy task.

With that thought, Li Ziting’s resolve to defeat Ye Xuan grew even stronger.

"Damn it!"

On the Battle Platform, with two new wounds added to her body, Zhuo Yanyun’s pretty face darkened. Her pride could not tolerate the fact that she had more scars than Nangong Yao. She clenched her teeth fiercely as her Martial Arts style abruptly changed, emitting a sharp and formidable intent to kill.

"Hmm?"

Ye Xuan sensed the change in Zhuo Yanyun’s aura. By the look of it, was she about to play her last card?

Puff!

In his line of sight, Zhuo Yanyun bit the tip of her tongue. Then, with fingers slim as scallions, she smeared a tinge of vermilion across the blade of her sword, gradually coloring the entire edge red. Accompanying the burst of coldness, the deep red swiftly covered the entire treasured sword.

Seeing this, Nangong Yao did not dare to be careless. Her beautiful eyes deepened with solemnity. It looked like Zhuo Yanyun was about to use her trump card.

However, undisturbed by the possibility of her opponent having a hidden ace, she wasn’t afraid, for with Ye Xuan’s help, she had already obtained an even greater trump card.

"Nangong Yao, this sword will ensure your defeat!"

"Blood Sword Triple Layer!"

Zhuo Yanyun cried out. Her blood-colored treasured sword suddenly slashed downward, the brutal intent to kill fully fused into this strike. All at once, three layers of blood-colored sword shadows overlapped, as if fluctuating between real and illusory. With an astonishing blood light and a sharpness that threatened to pierce the sky, the sword cleaved through the air, its might horrifying.

"Sword Qi stacking?"

Ye Xuan observed the deadly move unleashed by Zhuo Yanyun, his eyes sparkling with interest before revealing a contemplative expression.

"We’ve won!"

Zhuo Qian’s face showed a hint of a smile. Before the fight started, she already knew that Zhuo Yanyun possessed a powerful trump card, so even though the latter was injured earlier, she wasn’t too worried. This move, a definite kill against Nangong Yao, was more than enough.

"Zhuo Yanyun, if this were a month ago, your move would have been victorious. However, today, the one to lose is definitely you."

Nangong Yao’s pure and unaffected face showed no emotion. Supporting the sword with one hand and forming a sealing gesture with the other, a relentless flow of purple Yin-cold power surged from within her body, pouring into the treasured sword.

The temperature dropped sharply again!

Crack, crack, crack...

Under the overwhelmingly shocked gazes of the spectators, the frost covering the Battle Platform spread outwards as if alive, sending a thick layer of frost across the vast expanse of the plaza.

"What terrifying power!"

The disciples of Xuanbing Mansion were left utterly astounded, feeling as if the True Qi within their own bodies had suddenly been awakened and begun to boil. Even Li Ziting, watching from the sidelines, was somewhat stunned by the sight of Nangong Yao on the Battle Platform, who resembled a goddess wielding the power of ice and snow, causing even the True Qi in his body to surge uncontrollably.

Ye Xuan was not surprised by this. The Xuanyin Body was a rare physique that appeared once in ten thousand years, a sovereign physique, whose full potential was far greater than what was currently being displayed.

"Xuanyin Power, Absolute Frost Under Heaven!"

The dense purple aura radiated from Nangong Yao’s jet-black hair. As her shout resonated, the sword enveloped in purple mist also cleaved through the air. A deafening cold light morphed into an ocean-like sweep, enveloping the purple Sword Qi, and rolling tumultuously outwards.

Boom!

The two attacking forces violently collided, causing an absolute zero-degree storm. In an instant, everyone in the Martial Arts plaza was frozen, but Ye Xuan, Li Ziting, and a few others had already prepared, isolating themselves with True Qi from the external temperature, thereby remaining unaffected.

Crack! Crack!

At the moment of collision, three stacked blood-colored sword shadows appeared cracked, and the next moment, accompanied by an extremely harsh sound, the blood-colored sword shadows completely shattered, swallowed by the overwhelming chill of the tidal wave.

Pfft!

Zhuo Yanyun’s body was swept by the giant wave, she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and flew out of the Battle Platform.

After knocking Zhuo Yanyun away, Nangong Yao’s complexion was also very pale, a sign of excessive power consumption, but her face showed a very bright smile as she made a gesture at Ye Xuan.

"I won."

Ye Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of his mouth also slightly raised, nodding towards Nangong Yao. Although he wasn’t too nervous, witnessing the battle firsthand was, to a certain extent, nerve-wracking.

"How could she lose?"

Watching Zhuo Yanyun fly out of the Battle Platform, Zhuo Qian’s face instantly turned deathly pale. She’d never imagined Zhuo Yanyun could lose, and the latter’s loss meant she’d have to accept Ye Xuan’s judgment.

He would surely kill her.

In an instant, Zhuo Qian was on the verge of collapse.

"Zhuo Yanyun, you lost."

Nangong Yao walked down from the Battle Platform, coming in front of Zhuo Yanyun with a smile on her lips.

"I didn’t lose, if it weren’t for Ye Xuan’s help, you couldn’t possibly have beaten me." Zhuo Yanyun bit her white teeth. A month ago, Nangong Yao wasn’t her match, but in a mere month, Nangong Yao had surpassed her. The subterfuge behind this was easy to attribute to Ye Xuan.

Moreover, when the bet was made at the time, Ye Xuan’s expression was very calm, as if he was confident of the outcome.

"Don’t worry about how I progressed, the fact is, I won. I hope in the future you’ll tone down your attitude and stop posturing around me." Nangong Yao blinked her big eyes, saying earnestly.

"You!"

Before the duel, Zhuo Yanyun had never thought she would lose to Nangong Yao, and even at this moment, she wouldn’t admit she was inferior to Nangong Yao.

Her gaze shifted; she then looked at Ye Xuan not far away. She hadn’t lost to Nangong Yao this time; she had lost to Ye Xuan!

Yes, it was Ye Xuan’s help that allowed Nangong Yao to make such rapid progress. If Ye Xuan had been on her side, she certainly could have turned the situation around and reigned superior to Nangong Yao, even leaving her far behind.

From now on, she had to figure out a way to snatch Ye Xuan away from Nangong Yao’s side!

Ye Xuan felt uncomfortable under the straight gaze of Zhuo Yanyun, and he managed a forced smile. Naturally, he didn’t know what Zhuo Yanyun was thinking; if he did, he’d faint outright; what kind of bizarre logic was in this woman’s mind!

"What do you mean ’you’? Hey, what are you thinking? Staring at Brother Ye Xuan like that?" Nangong Yao, seeing Zhuo Yanyun staring straight at Ye Xuan, was also somewhat displeased. After all, this woman had previously wanted Ye Xuan to be her slave, which she found abhorrent to even think about.

At this time, Ye Xuan also walked over. He looked indifferently at the woman before him, "Zhuo Yanyun, you’ve agreed to the terms of the bet; your sister Zhuo Qian should now be handed over to me for judgment."

"Sister, save me, he’ll surely kill me!"

Finally, Zhuo Qian was scared. If Zhuo Yanyun handed her over to Ye Xuan, he would definitely kill her. She wasn’t as talented as Zhuo Yanyun; being just an Inner Mansion disciple, with Granny Ning and Nangong Yao backing Ye Xuan, even if he killed her, the Sect probably wouldn’t interfere much.

"I am a distinguished Inner Mansion Disciple of Xuanbing Mansion; how can I be at the mercy of a person of unknown origin? What a joke." At this moment, a figure walked out of the crowd, with a look of righteous indignation, but his self-righteous words found few supporters, even Li Ziting, who had previously stood with him, was still standing in his original spot without moving.

"Gu Feiyang, get out of my way; you have no right to speak here." Nangong Yao raised her hand as if she intended to slap away.

"Junior Sister Nangong, I..."

"Do you want to be frozen into an ice sculpture?" As a hint of coldness emerged between Nangong Yao’s palms, Gu Feiyang quickly stepped aside, then looked at Zhuo Qian with a look of ’I’ve done all I could, Junior Sister Zhuo’.

"If I hand her over to you, how will you deal with her?" Zhuo Yanyun stared at Ye Xuan.

"That’s up to me; it’s none of your concern," Ye Xuan said indifferently.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yanyun sighed, then took two steps aside, evidently intending to keep the terms of the bet.

"No..."

Zhuo Qian’s face turned white, and her gaze fearfully moved backwards from Ye Xuan.

Clang!

A cold light flashed in Ye Xuan’s eyes, and the Spiritual Edge Sword was unsheathed. Without saying a word, he struck.

Nangong Yao turned away, not having the heart to watch. However, at the moment Ye Xuan drew his sword, Zhuo Yanyun’s pupils contracted, wanting to draw her sword to intervene.

Nevertheless, as the sword light swept across, what fell was not a head but a lock of hair.

Thump!

Zhuo Qian looked blankly, collapsing weakly to the ground, as a foul odor of urine emanated from her lower body.

"Since you fear death, you should value life even more. Today, I won’t kill you. I hope from now on you will choose to reform."

Sheathing his sword, Ye Xuan didn’t take Zhuo Qian’s life but merely glanced at her coldly before turning to walk away.