C69 Go Home and Drink Your Milk

Go home and drink your milk.

The power of the sun is endless and can melt everything.

But in front of the Emperor Star, the sun can only bow its head in submission.

"Zi Wei Nine Extreme Swords!"

Shangguan Yi put her hands together and formed a strange hand seal.

All the purple light surrounding her turned into nine huge swords.

It turned into a sword formation that could destroy the sky and earth.

The blazing light of the Xuanji Mirror was directly devoured by the sword formation.

It did not stir up any waves.

Facing such a terrifying sword formation.

Zhao Wuqi was so scared that his legs trembled. He directly knelt in front of Shangguan Yi.

"Yi, don't..."

Zhao Wuqi shouted out involuntarily. His voice was trembling and his face was full of fear.

If such a sword formation were to attack him...

Wouldn't he be reduced to ashes?

In the face of life and death, what was there to be afraid of?

Therefore, Zhao Wuqi directly knelt down and begged for mercy.

Shangguan Yi could not bear it and did not hit Zhao Wuqi with the sword formation.

She waved her hand.

The terrifying sword formation disappeared from the world.

Seeing Zhao Wuqi begging for mercy, all the disciples looked at him with disdain.

The female disciple who had a good impression of him had a look of disgust in her eyes.

A dignified seven-foot-tall man without any backbone actually kneeled down and begged for mercy.

Zhao Wuqi's face was somewhat ashamed and resentful as he got off the stage. A trace of resentment flashed across his eyes, "Today's humiliation will be returned a hundredfold in the future."

After that, he looked at Han Xiu and Mo Luoge beside him and ordered, "Both of your opponents are relatively weak. You can't lose again. Beat them up."

Han Xiu and Mo Luoge nodded their heads one after another.

None of the Heart Stage and Channel Opening disciples from the Shangguan family could defeat them. They had already lost to them. There was nothing to worry about.

The second round of the competition began.

This was a battle between Heart Stage disciples.

Han Xiu of Zhao family versus Du Lang of Shangguan family.

Han Xiu stood on the stage with a folding fan in her hand. She waved it gently and said indifferently, "Long time no see, Brother Du. I wonder if Brother Du's cultivation base has improved? Why don't you attack first so that I can experience it for myself?"

Seeing Han Xiu's expression of not putting him in her eyes, Du Lang's eyes revealed a trace of anger, "Arrogant! Look at the sword!"

"Single Slice of the Sea!"

In his anger, Du Lang raised the long sword in his hand, rolled up the waves, and stabbed towards Han Xiu with all his strength.

Han Xiu smiled but did not say anything. She did not dodge at all and said faintly, "Your improvement is not obvious. Brother Du still needs to work hard to cultivate."

In the next moment, Han Xiu's two fingers caught Du Lang's long sword.

It was like an iron hoop, making Du Lang unable to move.

A trace of fear flashed in Du Lang's eyes.

He originally thought that his strength had improved, and defeating Han Xiu would be a piece of cake.

He didn't expect Han Xiu to be this terrifying. She only used two fingers to receive his full strength strike.

The corner of Han Xiu's mouth curled up and said, "Brother Du, use your strength. How can this little brother bear such mercy?"

The disciples below the stage burst into laughter.

Han Xiu seemed to be a gentle person, but she did not expect that she would have such means to harm others.

"The number one Heart Stage in the Shangguan family is only at this level, what a joke!"

"With this little strength, let's go home and drink milk. Don't embarrass yourself on the stage, haha."

"Hurry up and kill yourself. The Boundless Sect doesn't need such a useless disciple."

A few disciples of the Zhao family were mocking Du Lang from below the stage. They wanted to regain all the shame that Zhao Wuqi had suffered just now.

Facing the ridicule of so many disciples, Du Lang's face turned red, and he was both embarrassed and angry.

"Pa!"

Han Xiu saw that it was about time, so she slapped Du Lang's chest.