A sharp-tongued woman travels through a book and changes the ruthless Taoist female cultivator

Wen Chu Ning walked down the stage, every step was in the rhythm of a winner, and her proud posture seemed to make even the air tremble.

Her eyes lightly swept over Yun Yueqing, revealing a complex emotion of contempt and disdain.

The referee's voice echoed across the empty arena, solemnly declaring, "For the final battle for the top spot, both sides will have one day to prepare."

Yun Yueqing's heart sank suddenly. She had no time left.

The leaders of the Wuying Sect and the Yuling Sect are still waiting for her to rescue them. It has been five days in total, and three days have been wasted. Now it is the fourth day. If she waits any longer, she may be unable to save them.

Yun Yueqing took a deep breath and suppressed the anxiety in her heart.

The voice was clear and calm: "Excuse me, can we start the game now?"

The discussions of the spectators around gradually died down, and everyone's eyes were focused on her.

There was a subtle tension in the air, as if even the wind had stopped.

"She's rushing to die. It's really the God of Hell who wants her to die at three o'clock in the morning, and then she's slit her throat before two o'clock."

Everyone felt that Yun Yueqing was overestimating her abilities and cast questioning glances at her.

Some shook their heads and sighed, some murmured mockery, and the discussions came like a tide, drowning her.

"Who does she think she is? She's so proud of herself for defeating a few people. She really thinks she's one of the best. She's totally overestimating herself."

"She doesn't think she can defeat a master like Wen Chu Ning?"

"That's right, don't you realize how much you're worth? Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

Yun Yueqing ignored everyone's discussions and slowly walked up to the referee. "Is that okay?"

The referee's gaze, like a weight, turned calmly to Wen Chu Ning.

There was a subtle question in his voice: "Number 1, are you willing to compete now?"

Wen Chu Ning curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, his eyes full of contempt, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.

She slowly approached Yun Yueqing, her voice not loud but chilling.

"Are you sure you want to challenge me now? It seems you really don't know how to write the four words 'the sky is high and the earth is thick'."

Wen Chu Ning's eyes suddenly became sharp, like a sharp ice blade in the cold wind.

He spoke slowly, "Since you're so eager to lose, I'll grant your wish. But remember, once you step onto this stage, life and death are decided by fate. Don't blame me for being ruthless."

She turned gently and faced the referee. "Since someone is so eager to die, why not me? Okay, let's start the game now."

After saying that, Wen Chu Ning moved and floated towards the center of the ring like a ghost.

Every step he took exuded endless majesty and dominance, causing everyone present to hold their breath involuntarily.

The entire arena fell into a dead silence, awaiting the coming storm.

Yun Yueqing remained calm and stepped onto the stage with light steps, each step appearing to be unhurried.

It feels like strolling along a flower path in spring, rather than stepping into a battlefield where life and death are at stake.

The sound of the gong signaling the start of the game cut through the silence, and the game began.

Everyone was talking about it, "This unknown person number 27 is too arrogant. I bet at most three times, she will die if she meets me."

Another person snorted, "I'll bet on one round!"

He firmly extended an index finger and looked in Yun Yueqing's direction with contempt.

Wen Chu Ning's figure flashed, like a poisonous snake in the dark night, swift and deadly.

Her palms flew, turning into afterimages.

Each strike contained a sinister and vicious force, hitting Yun Yueqing's neck directly.

In a corner of the audience, an older sister in coarse clothes hugged a young child tightly. The child's eyes were full of curiosity and a little fear.

As the battle on the ring intensified, the eldest sister's expression became more and more solemn.

She gently but firmly covered the child's eyes with her palms.

His voice trembled a little: "Don't look at it, Xiaobao, it's too bloody and not suitable for a child of your age."

Her fingers gently stroked the top of the child's head, trying to soothe her body, which was trembling slightly with nervousness.

Yun Yueqing's figure was as light as catkins in the wind, and she cleverly dodged left and right under Wen Chuning's fierce attack like a rainstorm.

Wen Chu Ning's fierce palm winds passed by the ends of her hair, causing strands of her black hair to fly.

Yun Yueqing's eyes flashed with calmness, as if she could predict every move of Wen Chu Ning.

Every dodge was just right, leaving behind a trail of dazzling afterimages.

There seemed to be sparks flying in the air, but it was just the friction of the air currents caused by the intersection of the two figures.

There was an uproar in the audience, amazed at Yun Yueqing's incredible dodging skills.

Even the child in the elder sister's arms peeked through her fingers, curiously looking at this thrilling scene.

A hint of surprise flashed across Wen Chu Ning's face, and her cold eyes suddenly widened, as if she had seen something incredible.

She originally thought that her storm-like attack would instantly defeat Yun Yueqing.

However, she didn't expect that the other party could be as slippery as a fish and swim freely in the gaps between her palms.

Every time his attack failed, Wen Chu Ning's eyes dimmed, and the anger and unwillingness in his heart surged like a tide.

"You damn beggar, you're lucky. I'm going to be serious."

Yun Yue curled her lips slightly and tilted her head, "You talk too much nonsense."

Wen Chu Ning was so angry that her cheeks trembled slightly and her eyes seemed to be able to spit fire.

She laughed in anger, "You're really looking for death. I'm afraid you don't even want a complete body."

She formed seals with her hands, and rich vital energy gathered in her palms, with a faint sound of thunder exploding.

A ray of lightning as bright as the scorching sun burst out from her palm, like a dragon emerging from the sea, heading straight for Yun Yueqing.

Wen Chu Ning suddenly pushed open his palms, and a dazzling ray of lightning broke through the air.

Like lightning tearing through the sky, it pierced the sky above the arena with a roar.

The lightning seemed to contain the power of destruction.

Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, leaving behind charred cracks.

The lightning roared and headed straight for Yun Yueqing. Its speed was so fast that it was like a meteor across the night sky, making it difficult to take it in.

The clothes of the people in the nearest rows of the auditorium were instantly torn and their hair stood on end, as if they were being pulled by an invisible force.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience. They had never seen such a shocking trick before. It was as if they were witnessing the power of heaven and earth.

Facing the overwhelming lightning, Yun Yueqing did not retreat but advanced, with a flash of determination in his eyes.

She quickly formed seals with her hands, and vital energy surged around her body, as if a breeze was surrounding her, causing her clothes to flutter.

Just as the lightning was about to touch her body, Yun Yueqing's figure suddenly blurred, as if it had merged into the void, leaving only a few faint afterimages flickering in place.

The lightning whizzed past, but only hit the phantom, blasting a corner of the arena into shattered rocks and flying dust.

When the lightning dissipated, Yun Yueqing appeared beside Wen Chu Ning.

With a light wave of his hand, a soft yet sharp blade of energy cut through the air and pointed directly at Wen Chu Ning's vital points.