The eldest sister just wanted to give up, while the spirit swords vied to recognize her as their mas

The Thundercloud Lion had large paws and sharp claws that constantly scratched at the ground. As long as Hou Feiyu gave the order, it would pounce fiercely on Yun Fuzhao.

"Hou Feiyu has been pushed to the limit, he's even revealed his contracted beast."

"I'm just curious why Yun Fuzhao, a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Spirit Void realm, could fight to a draw with a cultivator at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm?"

"Could it be that she, like those outer disciples, suppressed her cultivation level?"

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

No one wanted to think about it in detail, or rather, no one dared to think about it.

Hou Feiyu ruffled Lei Yunshi's hair and looked at Yun Fuzhao, "Don't blame me for not showing mercy."

When have you ever shown mercy?

Yun Fuzhao yawned; she was starting to feel sleepy due to the excessive consumption of spiritual energy.

Let's finish this early and go back to sleep.

Yun Fuzhao stood up, facing a man and a beast glaring menacingly.

Hou Feiyu scoffed. He had originally considered sparing her life out of consideration for their past friendship, but now it seemed unnecessary.

"Go, tear her to pieces."

The Thunder Cloud Lion roared, and the huge shockwave made Yun Fuzhao's eardrums hurt. She patted Jiaoyu's head and said, "Extra food today."

The latter excitedly wagged its tail.

Thundercloud Lion moved swiftly, leaping into the air, its half-meter-long claws slashing through the air, aiming straight for her throat.

Jiaoyu is Yun Fuzhao's contracted beast after all, so it's impossible for him to stand idly by when the other party attacks its master.

With a "whoosh," it darted away.

Thundercloud Lion is fast, but it's even faster.

Jiaoyu leaped up and flew above it, its tail lashing fiercely at the Thundercloud Lion's spine.

"Crack," that's the sound of bones breaking.

Thundercloud Lion plummeted straight down like a bird with broken wings, crashing heavily onto the floor.

Everything happened so fast that before anyone could react, the sixth-grade spirit beast was knocked to the ground and unable to get up.

The culprit was a wild snake that didn't even have a rank.

My values ​​seem to have been reshaped.

That wasn't all. Jiaoyu stopped beside the Thundercloud Lion, bit its neck, raised its head, and opened its blood-red maw to swallow the lion, which was two or three times its size, into its belly.

Hou Feiyu's pupils dilated in shock. He tried to stop her, but Yun Fuzhao stopped him.

"Yun Fuzhao! That's my contracted beast!"

"I know, if it's not yours, is it mine?"

Hou Feiyu's face flushed red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were fierce as if he wanted to kill. "Don't play dumb! Make your stupid thing spit out my contracted beast!"

Yun Fuzhao shrugged. "This is a competition, not child's play. You think you can just give it back like that?"

She laughed, "The strong prey on the weak, isn't that the survival rule of the cultivation world?"

Hou Feiyu was so angry at her that he vomited blood, his eyes wide open as if they were about to burst.

"Pay with your life, my contracted beast!"

He had lost his mind, his moves were chaotic and frantic, and he even disregarded the previous agreement, drawing his natal sword and slashing wildly at Yun Fuzhao.

Dodging his elbow strike, Yun Fuzhao delivered a powerful kick to Hou Feiyu's chest, sending him crashing off the stage. Hou Feiyu's body even slid along the ground for a short distance.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, and Hou Feiyu turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yun Fuzhao jumped down and reached out to him.

Hou Feiyu sneered, "Get out of my way! You're just being hypocritical."

"?" Yun Fuzhao was somewhat puzzled. "Give me the token from the Myriad Weapons Pavilion."

"..."

Hou Feiyu stared at her intently, his expression one of humiliation, seemingly unwilling to hand it over.

"Hou Feiyu, are you going to go back on your word in front of so many disciples?"

The gazes of the crowd were so intense that they made Hou Feiyu's cheeks burn. He had a very strong sense of pride and couldn't allow himself to lose face.

He pulled out a card from his storage bag and smashed it towards Yun Fuzhao's face, wishing he could flatten and smash that annoying face to pieces.

"Take it!"

Yun Fuzhao caught it right away, "Thanks."

Hou Feiyu almost couldn't catch his breath.

That bet is settled, but there's another one.

Yun Fuzhao slowly walked towards Yu Nian'er, whose face was pale. The latter seemed to have seen some kind of monster and involuntarily took a step back.

"Break the contract with your Snow-Treading Spirit Deer."

Yu Nian'er bit her lip, her eyes moist, "Senior Sister Yun..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall, making her look exceptionally pitiful.

Hou Feiyu himself was bruised and battered, yet he still tried to play the hero, saying, "Yun Fuzhao, your wild snake ate my contracted beast, so consider it an offset against the Snow-Treading Spirit Deer."

Song Ying leaned closer, "Senior Sister Yu, are you trying to back out?"

"I didn't, I just..."

Yu Nian'er twisted her sleeves helplessly, her expression fragile and broken.

An inner disciple couldn't stand it anymore. "Enough, Yun Fuzhao! Haven't you had your fill of showing off today? Do you have to be so aggressive?"

"Even on the competition stage, you can't instigate your contracted beast to eat other people's spirit beasts, can you? I suspect you're just settling a personal score."

Kang Cheng: So you're allowed to disregard human life, but outer disciples are not allowed to do anything?

Song Ying: "If you can't afford to lose, you shouldn't have made the bet in the first place."

Overwhelmed by the criticism from so many people, tears welled up in Yu Nian'er's eyes, and her voice trembled with sobs, "I'm sorry, I gave..."

"Give what?"

A dignified and steady voice rang out.

Everyone turned around and saw Meng Ci'er, dressed in a blue robe, strolling towards them.

He walked up to Yu Nian'er, a hint of heartache showing on his usually indifferent face. "I'm late, Nian'er has suffered."

Like a bullied child finding a backer, Yu Nian'er's tears fell even harder.

Meng Ci'er felt as if his heart was being clenched. He wiped away Yu Nian'er's tears with his fingertips. "Don't be afraid, Master is here."

After speaking, he coldly swept his gaze towards Yun Fuzhao.

"You want her Snow-Treading Spirit Deer?" Meng Ci'er's voice carried a hint of authority. "Yun Fuzhao, you're getting more and more audacious."

Song Ying was furious and was about to step forward when Yun Fuzhao stopped her and pulled her behind him.

Yun Fuzhao had long known that Yu Nian'er's things wouldn't be so easy to obtain. "So, is the Sect Master going to help her break the bet?"

"What bet?" Meng Ci'er said calmly, "The sect does not allow disciples to gamble in private. Yun Fuzhao, have you forgotten the sect rules?"

"Alright, alright, even a fool could tell that Meng Ci'er knew all along. If she had lost, he definitely wouldn't have given this explanation."

Sect rules, sect rules, are the rules that the sect uses for outer disciples, right?

Yun Fuzhao said calmly, "If you're biased, then so be it. Sect Master, you don't need to make it sound so nice."

Meng Ci'er's face darkened suddenly, and he raised his hand to slap her, but considering that there were many people around and he was angry, he could only give up.

"I'll find you a new spirit beast, and we'll call it even."

Anyone with eyes can see that this is just a perfunctory excuse.

Yun Fuzhao neither agreed nor disagreed, but instead asked Yu Nian'er, "Are you sure you don't want to honor the bet?"

"I……"

"Okay, I see."

Yun Fuzhao interrupted her, "Since the sect leader has said so, how dare this disciple disobey?"