I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Qi Huandong felt as if he had encountered a second Mu Mu, the nemesis of their older generation. Anyone who was involved with her had to think twice before acting!

And this is exactly the feeling that Yan Ziming is giving him now.

"If that's the case, then what do you want in return for me to give up?" Qi Huandong chose to compromise.

"It's simple, just wait for her to come out. If she's mutated, I'll kill her myself."

Yan Ziming's gaze was fixed on Murong Haiyi, who had taken out the platinum longsword again, as if warning him not to act recklessly.

But he seemed to be possessed, raising his sword with his right hand and uttering two words: "White Emperor".

He drew his sword.

He slashed forward with his right hand, which was gripping the platinum longsword, but the speed was so slow that it was like slow motion, and even an eighty-year-old man could easily dodge it.

Yan Ziming's expression changed slightly; she actually sensed a strong threat emanating from that sword!

Qi Huandong was so frightened that he couldn't speak. What was he trying to do? Why did he suddenly make a move?

Is he... looking for a friendly spar?

After a moment's thought, Yan Ziming and Qi Huandong roughly understood his meaning. After all, if they were going to take action, they wouldn't be using such a slow motion.

Holding the Thunder Cutter diagonally across his chest, Yan Ziming remained calm, his clear, blue eyes reflecting the approaching platinum longsword.

As long as the platinum longsword continues to advance, it will inevitably come into contact with the Raikiri.

As Murong Haiyi moved in slow motion, the sharp, slicing sensation made everyone here seem to hear the tearing sound, as if the space was being pierced through a thousand holes!

Finally, the blade and the sword edge touched, as lightly as a feather.

"Roar......!"

Raiche produced a deafening clang, but the opponent's platinum longsword let out a low, inhuman roar!

The low growl was like a royal command, making Yan Ziming's blood boil, and he almost loosened his grip on Lei Qie.

Her eyes suddenly blazed brightly, shooting out a torch-like light. Everyone felt a chill run down their spines and broke out in a cold sweat. Those weaker, such as the two seventh-level cultivators besides Qi Huandong, staggered back, their faces ashen.

At the same time, explosive lightning bolts spewed from the churning thunderclouds in the sky, as if a terrifying natural disaster was about to strike.

Murong Haiyi, who was closest to Yan Ziming, faced this pressure head-on. He swayed a few times and his feet shifted slightly.

Then Yan Ziming gripped Lei Qie's hand and pushed him back five steps.

The contest has now ended.

Looking at the nick thinner than a hair on the blade of his White Emperor Sword, Murong Haiyi smiled wryly, "Your sword..."

"Hmph! What do you want with me?"

A strange female voice, seemingly coming from nowhere, spoke with an arrogant tone.

To the astonishment of Yan Ziming, Ye Qianxue, and the others, Raikiri suddenly transformed from the shape of a sword into a pool of chaotic lightning, which then coalesced like water into a stunningly beautiful woman.

The girl was probably around sixteen or seventeen years old, slightly shorter than Yan Ziming, and the same height as Ye Qianxue.

Her long, flowing, silky blue-purple hair cascaded down to her hips, and her fair skin, white with a rosy glow, was so tender it seemed one could squeeze water from it. Her long blue robe, with its intricate lotus pleats at the cuffs, perfectly complemented her stunning beauty; she was truly a vision of divine grace and radiant beauty.

"Mo Xin".

Yan Ziming spoke softly, and the latter happily climbed onto her back. Her two breasts, which had clearly grown larger, pressed against her back, making Yan Ziming's pretty face blush.

"Hehe~~ Zimo, and Sister Qianxue~~ I'm back!"

"Ah! Sister Mo Xin!" Ye Qianxue happily opened her arms, and Mo Xin jumped off Yan Zimo's back and hugged Ye Qianxue.

"Ahem—" Yan Ziming coughed heavily, reminding him, "Be mindful of the occasion."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xin straightened her posture, put her hands on her hips, pointed her right finger at Murong Haiyi, and acted arrogantly:

"You, yes, yes, I'm talking about you! Don't think your sword is so great. Compared to me, it's nothing!"

"..."

Murong Haiyi did not respond, staring blankly at Mo Xin who had suddenly appeared, his hand holding the White Emperor Sword trembling slightly.

Seeing this guy staring intently at Mo Xin, Yan Zimo frowned slightly, wondering if this guy had fallen in love with Mo Xin at first sight.

After a long pause, he stammered, "You, you are—the one on the Civilization Cup!"

"So what if it is?" Yan Ziming answered for Mo Xin.

"No, it's nothing, just a little surprised. I never expected that Yunmo, who dominated the Civilization Cup, would actually be..."

Murong Haiyi rubbed his temples, revealing his inner turmoil.

Qi Huandong and the others weren't much better off. When they saw a knife suddenly transform into such a stunningly beautiful woman, it was impossible for anyone to remain calm.

Now, Yan Ziming has withdrawn his elemental transformation, his imposing aura has vanished, and the tense atmosphere has slowly dissipated.

Looking back at the still-flickering cocoon of light, Yan Ziming gestured "please" to the row of seats on his right:

"Let's sit down and have a proper talk."

Chapter Fifty-Three: Not to Be Underestimated

Qi Huandong remained silent and dismissed the two high-level ability users who had come to keep order. However, even after the other two had left, Murong Haiyi was still not gone.

"You should go back too; other places need you."

"..." Murong Haiyi stood there motionless like a javelin, which stunned Qi Huandong.

Could this guy have lost the fight earlier and is trying to get revenge?

The contest between him and Yan Ziming had just been hovering on the line between "contest" and "standoff". If they went any further, everyone would be in deep trouble!

Sigh...Are all young people these days so sharp and outspoken?

Just as Qi Huandong was about to speak, lamenting his own advancing age, Murong Haiyi, who had been watching Mo Xin, suddenly asked in a surprised tone, "You're already at the eighth level?!"

"That's right, now you know the difference between you and me, right? Your white tiger is still far from being a match for me!"

Mo Xin was as proud as a little swan, and her stunningly beautiful face made it impossible for anyone to feel any disgust towards her.

Murong Haiyi clenched his fist and remained silent for a while, then relaxed it and looked at Yan Ziming:

"I'll stay here and see how you turn things around!"

"Whatever. Let me make this clear: if you dare to cause trouble, I'll crush you into dust!" Yan Ziming said nonchalantly, leading Ye Qianxue and Mo Xin to their seats.

Qi Huandong sat down as well, but Murong Haiyi didn't sit down. He just stood there without making a sound, and the others just let him be, since it didn't affect anything anyway.

"..."

Sitting directly opposite him were three beautiful women: Yan Ziming, Ye Qianxue, and Mo Xin, all staring intently at him.

To be honest, Qi Huandong felt this was simply torture!

Yan Ziming clasped her hands together to support her chin, looking directly into his eyes: "Let me be clear from the start, I really hate you."

He casually uttered words that could easily break up negotiations.

To everyone's surprise, Qi Huandong, who was sitting opposite him, just smiled and said, "I know without you saying it. Actually, I also hate you."

"Hehe..." Yan Ziming placed his hands flat on the table again: "Then I'll get straight to the point, how do you plan to resolve this matter?"

"Report what needs to be reported, and resolve it as appropriate. But the final outcome depends on her course of action."

Qi Huandong glanced at the azure cocoon of light.

"I'm sorry, she will definitely succeed. You will be the only one punished, not me."

Yan Ziming said confidently, "If I fail every day, I'll... knead Ye Qianxue's face like dough on the spot!"

Well, there's absolutely no chance of failure.

Tian Tian's success is a foregone conclusion. Not only will she break free from the "curse" of alienation, but her strength will also experience a qualitative leap, and she may even break through to the seventh rank in one fell swoop.

Even if the higher-ups decide that she and Qi Huandong are equally culpable, the punishment she receives will likely be lighter than a feather, merely a formality.

Because she was the key figure who successfully reversed the self-destruction process of an alien, this result was of milestone significance.

In this situation, to punish the person who holds the "truth" is something only a madman would do.

Of course, someone has to take responsibility for such a serious standoff incident, and Qi Huandong, as the instigator, is definitely going to take the blame!

Qi Huandong simply leaned back in his chair, looking utterly dejected: "If it really succeeds, what's the big deal if I get punished once? Even if they just take me to be executed, it'll be worth it!"

"...Hmph!" Yan Ziming snorted coldly.

Putting aside his annoying attitude, his character is quite worthy of the identity of a "soldier".

"What's wrong with you?"

I want to punch your old face until it's dented and can never be the same again!

"Heh... Young people these days, full of energy, capable, and powerful. We older folks are all destined to be left behind..."

Qi Huandong was talking about completely unrelated things, which made Yan Ziming want to punch him right then and there.

"Big sister..." Ye Qianxue tugged at Yan Zimo, telling her not to speak so bluntly.

Yan Ziming touched Ye Qianxue's hand to indicate that he understood and said:

"Let's wait and see the results. It will probably take about one or two hours. Let the comrades outside work hard to keep this place sealed off."