The Little Fairy of Glazed Glass

"Do you admit defeat?" Xianyu Liuli stood behind the woman, sword in hand, and asked in a cold voice. She didn't draw her sword, but the threat was clear. If this woman still refused to admit defeat, then this sword could cut her down and end her life.

"How...how did you do that?" The woman's originally aloof voice had turned into a panicked and fearful one, and she dared not move an inch, for fear that Xianyu Liuli would really do something that would threaten her life.

"Are you admitting defeat?" How could Xianyu Liuli answer such a meaningless question? How did she manage to do that? Was she going to tell the other party that she had used space to disappear instantly and reappear in the same spot?

"...Admit it!" A woman has no choice but to admit it, unless she doesn't want to live.

With a slight twitch of her fingers, the Glazed Immortal Sword instantly shrank to the size of a palm and left the woman's body at an extremely fast speed. This clearly meant that she had spared the woman's life. Seeing this, many people breathed a sigh of relief, especially some of the woman's followers, whose hearts were finally at ease.

However, an unexpected event occurred at this moment when everyone was relaxed. Although the woman had clearly admitted defeat, she still turned around and swung her whip the instant Xianyu Liuli sheathed her sword, shamelessly launching a sneak attack on Xianyu Liuli!

The whip's force was critical; the woman's attack was not only a sneak attack but also extremely vicious, aimed directly at Xianyu Liuli's head. If this blow landed, even if Xianyu Liuli didn't die, she would most likely become an idiot.

"Senior Sister!" The most impatient junior brother, Xianyu Zhuori, shouted in terror from the sidelines. Many people were watching this scene. Then they saw Xianyu Liuli calmly draw his small sword, which pierced through the heavy whip shadows and then through the woman's slender body.

A spurt of blood gushed out, and the woman collapsed to the ground, becoming yet another victim on Xianyu Liuli's path of conquest. She would not be the first to die at Xianyu Liuli's hands, nor would she be the last. Such slaughter was merely the beginning of everything.

"I wish to be compassionate, but this world does not allow me to be. So I can only let blood pave the way and bring us together." Xianyu Liuli looked at the corpse in front of her and said indifferently but sadly. She did not want to kill people, and she did not want to kill some insignificant people. But perhaps when she stood on this arena, the person standing opposite her was no longer an insignificant passerby, but a life-or-death enemy, leaving her no room for mercy!

After saying this, Xianyu Liuli stopped looking at the corpse, floated lightly off the arena, and stood in front of the Xianyu family members. She said very seriously, "You have all seen it. I wanted to let her go, but she was unwilling to let me go. If one day you die at her hands because of your soft hearts, I will not sympathize with you." However, she will definitely avenge them, both in her past and present lives.

"I understand. We must be ruthless towards the enemy and never give them a chance to ambush us!" Xianyu Zhuori was the first to speak up. The scene of his senior sister being ambushed just now really frightened him and also made his heart grow colder. He learned from the previous experience. Fortunately, his senior sister was strong and was not hurt. He must never make such a mistake in the future.

After the third round, many people looked at Xianyu Liuli differently. Some admired her, some disliked her, some were wary, some wanted to befriend her, and some were greedily scheming for the immortal sword in her hand. In short, there were all sorts of people and all sorts of things.

"With the three rounds of elimination over, there are 312 disciples remaining, which means that 312 disciples are qualified to participate in the challenge. Now, please have the top 100 disciples from the previous Inner Sect Competition take turns stepping onto the stage to defend their positions. The time limit is six hours. When the time is up, the disciple who remains on the stage will be the final winner. Each disciple has three challenge opportunities. Those who use all three and fail to step onto the stage will be disqualified. Now the competition begins, disciples, please step onto the stage."

As soon as the elder in charge of supervising the arena finished speaking, only one hundred small arenas remained in the center of the Heavenly Dao Arena. Each arena had a number marking on the ground, ranging from one to one hundred. At the same time, nearly one hundred disciples flew out and landed on their respective small arenas to begin the defense of the arena in this inner sect competition. It can also be said to be a real ranking competition, and the level of competition is definitely more intense and cruel than the previous rounds of elimination.

However, there were seven or eight empty arenas, which meant that either the owner of the arena had an accident, or was unable to participate in the defense, or had simply given up the ranking competition. This was not unusual. Any participating disciple could go up to such an arena, but two people had to go up at the same time to compete. The winner would stay, which would be considered as using up one challenge opportunity.

At the start of the competition, the more than 300 disciples with the right to challenge remained motionless, seemingly observing the situation. After a while, some disciples slowly moved towards their respective targets, but they only stayed to the left and right of the arena and did not immediately challenge. With a six-hour time limit, even if one could stand on the arena at the beginning, it was not certain that one could last for six hours. Therefore, many disciples chose to compete in the last period of time, or wait for others to have competed a few rounds before stepping into the arena, which would give them a better chance of success.

While everyone was choosing their targets, no one went to the top ten arenas. However, the hundred disciples defending the arenas were not all peaceful. Many disciples were also looking at the disciples ranked ahead of them with eagerness, seemingly wanting to challenge them as well. But most of them were just waiting for a suitable opportunity.

Everyone had their own calculations, and Xianyu Liuli was no exception. However, her gaze was firm as she coldly stared at the very center of the many arenas, the most watched arena number one, which was also the arena where Ouyang Qingge was located. That was her ultimate goal.

For Xianyu Liuli, if she wasn't number one, there was no point in competing. And since she was going to compete, she naturally wanted to be the best, so that she wouldn't leave any regrets.

In many ways, Xianyu Liuli is actually a very contradictory person. She is aloof and proud, and may not care much, but when she does care, she is very stubborn, making it difficult for people to understand what she is thinking.

Now that she has a goal, there is no need to hesitate. Moreover, Xianyu Liuli is different from those disciples who are waiting for time. She may be a little greedy, and she may be too ruthless, but she also has her own pride and persistence. At least in this battle, she wants to win fair and square!

So, the next moment, Xianyu Liuli moved, taking light steps but with great determination towards the first arena. Along the way, she passed many people, and the gazes of the crowd changed from initial wariness to doubt, and finally to disdain or surprise. As she stood outside the first arena, these gazes became more and more frequent. Moreover, at this moment, she had become the focus of everyone's attention, including the participating disciples, the spectating disciples and elders, the sect leader, and the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of her.

Ouyang Qingge, with a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation level, possesses two high-grade spiritual artifacts as his natal magic weapons, one for defense and one for offense, making him extremely powerful. All the cultivation techniques he practices are also top-tier. He has shown exceptional talent in cultivation since childhood and enjoys abundant resources, truly a prodigy. He is refined in character, handsome, and elegant, the head of the sect's eight young masters, and rumored to be the designated successor to the sect leader. He is also the dream lover of countless female cultivators within the sect, the top choice for dual cultivation partners. He is extremely famous, envied by men and admired by women, and possesses considerable ability and background.

Ouyang Qingge was the key figure among the first generation of disciples of the sect, but in reality he was already over thirty years old. However, in the cultivation world, anyone under a hundred years old could be considered a disciple, so thirty years old was not considered old. But compared to Xianyu Liuli, he was much older. So when he saw a little girl in her early teens standing in front of his arena, he felt somewhat bewildered.

"Junior Sister, did you come to chat with your big brother?" Ouyang Qingge was very gentle, with a smile on his face. He wore a light blue robe and looked like a scholar, or the big brother next door. It was easy for people to feel close to him, or at least not to feel repulsed.

For a fleeting moment, Xianyu Liuli's consciousness was somewhat dazed, as if a similar scene had occurred in her previous life, many, many years ago, perhaps their first meeting...

Memories seemed to be uncontrollably trying to recall something, but in the next instant, Xianyu Liuli blinked sharply, interrupting her reminiscence, and looked seriously at Ouyang Qingge in front of her, saying, "We're not familiar with each other, don't call me that casually."

"..." Ouyang Qingge was stunned for a moment. His blank expression was somewhat amusing. It seemed that this young master had never encountered such a thing before, let alone reacted so blankly. For a moment, he forgot what to say and just stared blankly at Xianyu Liuli.