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Steam rose from Su Xiaobai’s battered body.
His chest heaved, his scales throbbing with an unholy radiance.
Not only had he shattered the illusion—He had ripped her from the sky and sent her plummeting into hell.
And now—
He stood above her.
His lips curled into a slow, deliberate grin.
Dark. Mocking.
"Tch. You turned your back on me?"
"You must’ve thought I was some proper gentleman…"
He laughed.
"But let me tell you something, Yue Xi."
"I don’t fight fair."
His golden pupils gleamed under the fading sun.
"I fight to win."
And then—
He looked down at her.
Ruthless. Merciless.
Like a true villain standing atop his fallen prey.
And Yue Xi?
She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to rise.
"Y-You…"
A trembling voice, breath uneven.
Su Xiaobai felt something was off.
And then—
The dust cleared.
His eyes widened.
Then, his lips curled.
"Well, well, well…"
Her black robes, once pristine and elegant, shattered like snowflakes caught in a spring breeze, their remnants dissolving into the evening air.
What was left—
Was a sight that could shake nations, topple dynasties, and make monks break their vows.
A red and black inner garment, its fabric so light and loose that it covered only the essentials—and even then, just barely.
A crimson sash wrapped tightly around her waist, emphasizing a curve so lethal it could sever a man’s Dao Heart in half.
Her shoulders were bare, revealing silken pale skin that seemed to glow in the evening light.
Her chest bindings, dark red and laced with silver embroidery, hugged firm, perky peaks, barely constrained by the thin cloth. Her legs—long, smooth, sinful— were wrapped in black thigh bands, the contrast against her fair skin enough to make weaker men cough blood.
The slits on her robes were dangerously high, teasing glimpses of her soft, toned thighs, almost as if the outfit was designed to break a man’s concentration in battle.
But what truly stood out—
Was the mark on her forehead.
A dark red trident, carved into her smooth skin, glowing with a deep, eerie radiance. A seal of power. A brand of mystery. A mark that whispered of a forbidden legacy.
And yet, despite all this—
Her swords were still raised.
She had blocked his dragon breath.
Her back bore the bruises of the impact, but she hadn’t burned.
Her arms trembled with rage.
But she stood tall.
And her phoenix eyes burned with the promise of retribution.
Su Xiaobai let out a slow whistle.
His eyes casually roamed, appreciating the artwork before him.
"And here I thought you were hiding some divine beauty under there."
His lips curled into a wicked smirk.
"Turns out, you were just cosplaying as a high-class temptress."
Yue Xi’s beautiful gray eyes flickered with killing intent. Her knuckles whitened around her swords. But before she could slice him in half—
The crowd erupted.
"HOLY SHIT!"
"THE FAIRY HAS DESCENDED!!"
"GODDAMN! EVEN HER FEET LOOK PERFECT!"
"I— I CAN’T BREATHE!"
Puchi!
Somewhere in the stands, a disciple fainted on the spot.
Another, clutching his robes, began reciting scriptures to calm his shaking Dao Heart.
Even some elders coughed, their aged, weathered gazes suddenly filled with renewed life.
Meanwhile, Su Xiaobai simply sighed.
"Tsk. No matter which world you go to, men’s priorities never change."
His amusement, however, was short-lived.
Because the arena suddenly dropped in temperature.
And Yue Xi’s lips—already beautiful—
Began chanting a curse.
"Eclipsing Veil Domain."
BOOOOOOOM!
Instantly—
Day turned into night. The sun vanished, swallowed by an endless abyss of darkness.
And above—A phantom moon, silver and cruel, hung in the sky.
Su Xiaobai’s grin stiffened.
"That’s cool."
But deep inside—
He knew.
"Yup. This time, I really pissed her off."
CLANG!
The next moment—
Silver sword light rained down.
Yue Xi vanished, her body becoming one with the moonlight, her movements fluid as a celestial dancer.
Her twin swords slicedthrough the darkness like a painter’s brush—
And their strokes etched death itself.
"Lunar Phantom Step!"
Her body flickered, appearing at his side—
"Moonlit Execution!"
A downward arc, slicing straight toward his neck—
"Severing Shadow Strike!"
A feint—her body twisting mid-motion, blade reversing toward his waist—
Each attack landed a second before it actually arrived, making dodging near-impossible. The only time the crowd could see them was when—
Sparks erupted in the darkness.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
And in that moment—
The audience froze.
Because what they saw wasn’t Su Xiaobai.
No.
What stood there—
Was something terrifying.
A towering crimson blood armor, its surface gleaming like molten blood, stood firm.
Inside it—Su Xiaobai was grinning wryly.
This woman was hitting him from all angles, swinging at him like a starving widow beating a husband who drank away her dowry.
A thousand slashes per second.
And he was just standing there.
Not dodging.
Not countering.
Not reacting.
Just taking it all.
"Yup. Not blocking this shit."
He smirked, arms lazily crossed inside the armor.
"She’ll tire herself out."
The sparks flared violently, revealing the contrast—
A fairy, draped in silver moonlight, slashing wildly.
And a demon, clad in crimson, unshaken, laughing.
"Damn, woman."
"Are you fighting me, or polishing my armor?"
Yue Xi’s gaze burned hotter.
And this time—
Her swords shone brighter.
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BANG!
Yue Xi’s slender hands swung again, her twin swords carrying the force of a collapsing mountain, but—
CLANG!
The impact barely made a scratch.
Her blades, which had severed spirit beasts and shattered artifacts, failed to leave a dent on the Crimson Warlord Armor wrapped around Su Xiaobai’s body.
"Tsk."
Su Xiaobai clicked his tongue, feeling the immense weight restricting his movements.
This thing was heavy as hell.
He had wanted to slap Yue Xi into next week, but lifting his arms felt like trying to move a mountain with chopsticks.
"Seems like I need to train with gravity bands if I wanna throw hands properly in this thing."
Meanwhile—
The arena was beyond recognition.
Deep cracks, shattered tiles, lingering moonlight sword intent raging through the ground.
Yet Su Xiaobai?
He stood completely untouched.
And above—
Bai Yujian’s eyes flickered in shock.
"That… That’s the armor of the Blood Warlord…"
Her gaze narrowed.
She had led the crusade against the Blood Warlord in the past—she knew his legend better than anyone.
But why—why did Su Xiaobai possess it?!
Her head snapped to Zhu Qing.
But the white-haired beauty?
She whistled innocently, looking at the sky.
Bai Yujian’s fists clenched.
These two… hid it from her!
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"Ugh… Just die for me!"
Yue Xi’s eyes burned with fury, each swing of her swords fueled by hatred.
No man had ever seen her face. Not even once.
By the sacred traditions of her lineage, this "Nányì" had to die. No—not just him. Every man who laid eyes upon her today was supposed to perish.
But that was impossible.
Too many witnesses. Too many eyes.
Yet Su Xiaobai?
The one who humiliated her?
The one who exposed her?
Him—she could definitely kill.
Her swords screamed through, crescents of silver light carving deep scars into the battlefield.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
A barrage of slashes—faster, sharper, infused with crescent blade intent, yet—
Su Xiaobai?
He just stood there, smiling.
Not dodging. Not blocking.
Simply watching.
Like a tiger letting a cub claw at its paw.
"Tch. Ask nicely, and I might consider it."
His smile was infuriating.
Yue Xi’s anger boiled over.
Her swords glowed, her strikes becoming faster, heavier.
BANG!
The armor rang again, but this time—
Her eyes began glowing.
Su Xiaobai let out a bitter laugh. Even inside the armor, he could feel her attacks—faint, but present. A tiny part of him was genuinely worried. Could this thing maybe .... crack?
His gaze flickered toward Yue Xi, her swords flashing with endless fury.
Wasn’t it just a wardrobe malfunction?
Why the hell is she this pissed?
He sighed, shaking his head.
"Alright, alright. If I don’t fight back, you really think I’m a pushover, huh?"
He didn’t want to reveal too many trump cards today, but—
This woman forced his hand.
WHOOSH!
A golden pen appeared in the sky.
Not just any pen—
But a treasure engraved with celestial runes, exuding an aura ancient and boundless.
The Celestial Inscriber.