After her senior sister was reborn, she actually became a powerful and arrogant protagonist?!

"Chu Luobai, today I will reveal your true colors to the entire sect."

Zhao Yunlan flashed forward, his sword tip gleaming coldly, aimed directly at Chu Luobai's throat.

Faced with this fierce attack, Chu Luobai merely raised the corners of his mouth slightly and remained standing in place.

The Lingxiao sword in her hand twirled in a flourish as she moved her wrist.

Chu Luobai's leisurely demeanor was undoubtedly a provocation in Zhao Yunlan's eyes.

"Chu Luobai, let's see how long you can keep up the priority."

Spiritual energy was poured into the longsword, and the blade emitted a faint blue light, as if dragons and snakes were swimming on it, bringing with it a gust of wind.

An extremely powerful aura erupted from Zhao Yunlan.

The disciples who were closer to the arena all had slight changes in expression.

They were all secretly alarmed; if they were on the stage at that moment, they would probably find it difficult to withstand that sword strike.

"Senior Brother Zhao is amazing!"

Mu Yurou, sitting in the audience, had a slight glint in her eyes, but then her tone turned dejected.

"What if my senior sister gets hurt? Girls really don't need to be so competitive."

"Yu Rou, this is not your fault."

Jiang Yuzhe reached out and ruffled Mu Yurou's hair, his tone exceptionally gentle.

"Sword cultivators do not compete or fight."

As he spoke, Qiu Lin rolled his eyes.

"Then forget about sword cultivation, just go down the mountain, find someone to marry, and cultivate the path of women."

On the stage.

Just as Zhao Yunlan's sword tip was about to touch Chu Luobai, she slightly turned her body to the side.

He moved the Lingxiao Sword in his hand at will.

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the arena.

A longsword was knocked into the air and then stuck directly into the edge.

.........

At that moment, everyone held their breath.

Countless eyes were fixed on the arena.

Zhao Yunlan stared at his right hand in disbelief.

He had just felt an irresistible force, and then his vision blurred.

By the time he came to his senses, the longsword in his hand had vanished.

"Did you see it clearly just now?"

"I only saw Senior Sister Chu make a move, and Zhao Yunlan's sword was knocked away."

"I didn't even sense that Senior Sister Chu used any spiritual power."

Am I seeing things?

The disciples below came to their senses, and their eyes looked at Chu Luobai with more awe.

When they fought at the same level, he was knocked away by a single blow.

This is an utter disgrace to sword cultivators!

"impossible!"

Zhao Yunlan felt his mind go blank and roared instinctively.

"What's impossible?"

Chu Luobai raised an eyebrow, and she raised the Lingxiao sword, its gleaming tip pointing directly at Zhao Yunlan's throat.

"How could I possibly lose to you!"

Zhao Yunlan believed he had used all his strength in that move just now; even someone of the same cultivation level would have a hard time withstanding it.

How could it possibly be neutralized by Chu Luobai's casual sword swing?

"This is absolutely impossible! Did you use some evil magic?!"

"Otherwise, how could you have blocked my move so easily!"

Chu Luobai remained silent, hoping that ending the battle quickly would make Zhao Yunlan realize the gap between the two of them.

She hadn't expected Zhao Yunlan to be so emotionally fragile, completely unable to accept this outcome.

Why don't we just destroy his meridians?

Chu Luobai pondered in his heart what method could be used to completely shut up this somewhat deranged person in front of him.

This is a bit cruel; it's bad for the image of many sect disciples.

Recalling the condescending expression on Zhao Yunlan's face when he was demoted to an outer disciple in his previous life.

"You have neither talent nor Dao heart, yet you've already gained a huge advantage by being the senior sister of Xiaoyao Peak for so many years."

In an instant, Chu Luobai had already made up her mind.

"Zhao Yunlan, the elders in the arena are watching the battle from not far away. Are you implying that you are questioning the elders?"

Zhao Yunlan was startled and subconsciously looked towards Zhao Yushi's position.

He couldn't bear the blame for offending the elders.

"Even if you didn't use any evil techniques, you couldn't possibly break through my attack in one move!"

"You definitely...you definitely used some underhanded tricks!"

Zhao Yunlan still couldn't accept it.

How could I possibly be defeated by a female cultivator who has no talent for cultivation?

"No, why can't Zhao Yunlan accept defeat?"

"If you question the elders now, won't you question the arena's formation later?"

The disciples who had been watching the play all week began to whisper among themselves.

"But this matter is very suspicious. How could Chu Luobai, who is at the same level, knock Zhao Yunlan's weapon away?"

"But now Zhao Yunlan's weapon has been knocked away."

"Could Chu Luobai have secretly pulled some tricks?"

"Generally, female cultivators are inferior to male cultivators in both physique and talent, which is really suspicious."

"How did this even get linked to male and female cultivators?"

The disciples' discussion gradually went astray.

"Female cultivators are naturally weaker than male cultivators; that's a fact, what's there to argue about!"

One of the male disciples had an arrogant expression, as if he were proclaiming some profound truth.

"I really can't stand it anymore, Jiang Kuan. Don't you find it disgusting to say these kinds of things every day?"

The man called Jiang Kuan looked disdainful.

"What did I say wrong? Look at the top three in the sect competition, aren't they all men?"

"Female cultivators are naturally weaker than men! Chu Luobai might have secretly used some kind of magic weapon!"

"magic weapon?"

Jiang Kuan's words reminded Zhao Yunlan, who hurriedly pointed to the Lingxiao sword in Chu Luobai's hand.

"Chu Luobai, the sword in your hand is a magic weapon given to you by your master!"

"You actually used it in the ring? That's not fair!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples who had previously questioned Chu Luobai seemed to have found a breakthrough.

"I knew it! How could a female cultivator possibly defeat a male cultivator at the same cultivation level?"

"What kind of hero relies on magical weapons during a duel!"

"This competition was unfair from the very beginning!"

Now it was Zhao Yushi's turn to get restless.

"The life-or-death contract signed before entering the arena states that the personal sword carried is not considered a magical weapon."

"Anyone who dared to question the sect's rules will be sent to the Cliff of Repentance for a month after the merger and will have to copy the sect's rules a hundred times and hand them to me."

Two sentences instantly silenced the disciples.

Jiang Kuan, in particular, turned deathly pale.

With his cultivation level, if he spends a month reflecting on his mistakes at the Cliff of Repentance, he'll probably need to lie in bed for another month to fully recover.

This delay meant he was basically out of the running for the sect competition.

"The sect will not favor any disciple. Alright, let the competition continue."

According to the rules of the arena, Zhao Yushi could have directly declared Zhao Yunlan the loser.

But seeing Zhao Yunlan's defiant expression, Zhao Yushi was even more curious to see how Chu Luobai planned to make an example of him.

"Sigh, the disciples of this sect are truly getting worse with each generation."

Looking back, Zhao Yushi couldn't help but shake his head.

"Do you want to admit defeat?"

Chu Luobai asked calmly, knowing full well that Zhao Yunlan, with his personality, would definitely not be willing to admit defeat.

"Why should I! Chu Luobai, even if you win this time, it won unfairly!"

As Chu Luobai had predicted, Zhao Yunlan showed no intention of admitting defeat.