Chapter 307 - 304: G.S.T, Nine Meadows Astral Swords

Chapter 307 - 304: G.S.T, Nine Meadows Astral Swords

When Li Xiao took the stage she took everyone’s attention as well. A charming, exquisite young woman that seemed roughly in her twenties. A woman in the prime of her beauty and youth. She wore light make-up, almond-shaped eyes, lips that were a striking red, and dainty nose. Her skin was clear and milky, giving a smooth sense like jade. While she wasn’t voluptuous or buxom, she had a slim and lithe body that carried a sense of unique delicateness about it.

In contrast to Qing Qiumu, she was severely lacking. It was like comparing a mortal to an immortal fairy, but amongst mortals she was still exceptional among her gender. Therefore, when she arrived on stage, everyone couldn’t help but give her a moment of their attention. But that moment was incredibly fleeting.

Li Xiao’s eyes revealed calm, but they carried a subtle piercing light as she stared at Qing Qiumu.

"You defeated Junior Brother Yuwei using such underhanded means. How pathetic." The first words out of her mouth were cold, almost mocking. This caused many to realize that her desire for entering the stage was for revenge or face.

"..." Qing Qiumu looked at Li Xiao with a calm expression, not reacting in the slightest to her provocation. Instead, she waited.

Li Xiao frowned. "Do you truly think you’re amazing? That a sneak attack shows that you’re powerful?" She asked coldly. When Qing Qiumu seemingly ignored her, the calm facade she was revealing showed faint signs of cracking. It seemed her negative emotions were seeping through relatively quickly.

Wei Wuyin sighed in her heart, thinking: ’Jealousy is unbecoming. That truly is the case.’

"..." Qing Qiumu kept silent.

Li Xiao clenched her fists, her aura surging. "In my opin-"N/nêw n0vel chap/ers are published o/n n0v/e/(lb)i(n.)co/m

"Shut the hell out!" Zuhei barked, his scarlet eyes viciously glaring at Li Xiao. His words were filled with immense power and his intent to slaughter, effusing the area with a bloody and potent smell.

Li Xiao literally jumped in shock, her aura that was building deflated like a popped balloon. She turned towards Zuhei, wanting to speak out some words, but was met with an insidious pair of eyes that radiated murder and impatience.

"Challenge or fuck off," Zuhei said with a growl. He didn’t have time to deal with her petulant attempts at mocking or to ruin the image of another. He didn’t care if she intended to save face for Jiang Yuwei. He didn’t care if her jealousy was fueling her desire to monologue. He didn’t care about her.

Just fight!

If you don’t want to fight, then just simply scram the fuck away!

Zuhei’s words caused the crowd to laugh slightly, some smiling, others frowning, but their thoughts were truly synced. This was a marathon. We didn’t come to see a show, but to race to the finish!

If her words carried some use, such as Qing Qiumu’s attempt to rattle and grasp an opportunity to sneak attack her opponent, then Zuhei would’ve remained silent. But what was this? Just fight!

Wei Wuyin couldn’t help but shake his head. He didn’t understand why people loved to use these moments to chatter away. He didn’t know what it was about battles and talking, but people loved to do both—before and during.

He recalled his encounter with a Mortal Godlord on the Myriad Yore Continent. After witnessing his sister’s death, he didn’t arrive with explosive rage or a direct assault, but with words. Even Wei Wuyin was a little startled by this.

Your sister was just killed. You’re clutching her decapitated head and facing her murderer, but your first decision is to use words? It was quite ridiculous.

You can be calm, but did you have to chatter?

Li Xiao’s heart fiercely raced at the incoming light. She reinforced her astral word and brandished her staff, intending to unleash an Astral Art to deflect them.

Unfortunately...

The speed of the swords were truly too fast, their piercing strength simply unfathomable. When combined with Qing Qiumu’s powerful wood force, they were at their strongest. In moments, they closed the distance before she could even fully wave her staff. The swords appeared directly before her.

Li Xiao could only widen her eyes in shock as the world seemed to slow down in her perception. Everything was extremely slow, and she saw vividly how her astral ward was penetrated with extreme ease, like a hot knife through butter.

’So sharp!’

Was her first and last thought.

Nine swords sliced into her delicate body. One in particular was aimed at her throat, slicing into her flesh with ease and making its way through her spine. The rest penetrated her flesh and her body was carried away like a ragdoll, smashing against the crystal wall in a flash.

"..."

For several seconds, the world became silent. Li Xiao’s body was seemingly nailed to the wall via eight swords. It was only when her neck had a glaring line of blood red and unnaturally slid slightly that people reacted, their eyes widened in shock. Then, it fell.

Thud!

It smashed against the platform amidst the silence in a sickening thud of stone meeting flesh and bone.

Su Mei looked at Wei Wuyin.

Wei Wuyin was a little surprised too.

"She did not hold back," Wei Wuyin clicked his tongue. To think that Qing Qiumu would actually start the battle by unleashing the strongest formations on the swords, converting wood force’s usually delicate and soft nature into a sharp, piercing force similar to sword force.

It increased the lethality by an extreme degree. Furthermore, the swords were linked and strengthened each other; hence, it was designed as a set.

A bright white light wrapped around Li Xiao’s corpse as everyone stared on, and then it vanished—including the head.

Qing Qiumu.

Myriad Monarch Participant.

Sky Ruler Cultivation.

Spirit Points: 390.

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# of Continuous Victories: 2.