A stern voice reverberated across the arena as Zhuang Shiliu’s expression turned to ice. Everyone could see that his patience had snapped.0

Feng Qixi said aloud, “You want to hand me over to the Origin Sky Pavilion? Fine. I’ll be their successor next month anyway. Consider it an opportunity to get familiar with my new environment in advance.”1

Clad in black martial attire, her hair tied back in a ponytail, with long, straight legs and a heroic, graceful bearing, she exuded a presence that made many men pale in comparison. Even before Zhuang Shiliu, she showed not the slightest trace of fear.0

Lin Xun watched the scene unfold, equally astonished. Just as Feng Qixi stepped off the arena, she suddenly turned back. Her star-like eyes fell upon Lin Xun. 0

“Junior Brother, there may be some in this sect who see you as a thorn in their side, but there are many more who will stand for rules, justice, and fairness.”2

With that, she strode away, and did not spare another glance for Zhuang Shiliu, whose face had turned livid with rage. The atmosphere in the arena fell into a tense silence. No one had anticipated Feng Qixi would act like this. Did she truly believe her strength was inferior to...0