All beasts submit, and the peerless imperial princess is about to defy the heavens!

Only after these words were spoken did everyone notice her appearance.

The people on the other side were thinking: Where did this pretty junior sister come from? They've never seen her before, is she new?

The people here were thinking: This junior sister looks unfamiliar, I don't think I've seen her before, is she new?

Feng Ning raised her chin and looked at the other side, "Didn't you all boast about your abilities? What? Are you planning to gang up on a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator like me? Have you no shame? If you're so capable, let's have a one-on-one fight!"

My face is burning.

"One-on-one! I'll fight you one-on-one!"

"And I!"

"And me, I'll fight you!"

Feng Ning rolled her eyes. "Hmm, so many people taking on me one-on-one? Are you guys stupid? Or am I stupid?"

Everyone immediately shut their mouths.

Just then, a person came out from Wu Feng's side, who seemed to be the leader of the group.

"Junior sister, are you sure you want to fight us one-on-one? You're a formation master, what if you can't win? You won't be crying, will you?"

Feng Ning crossed her arms and said, "So what if you're an array master? Can't array masters fight? You've all thought this through. Don't lose to a little array master like me. Otherwise, you'll have no face left to cry about."

The man sneered, "Fine! If you've got the guts, come up to the dueling ring. We'll be waiting for you anytime."

Feng Ning was overjoyed. They've finally arrived!

She practiced tirelessly for a whole month, and she needed to test her progress.

But she didn't know many people. She originally thought of going back to let her master try it out, but now that there are better sparring partners, why would she want to hurt her own master?

She concealed her joy, "Then let's do it now, right now, let's go to the battle arena."

She was about to take two steps forward when the senior sister from before grabbed her, saying, "Junior sister, you can't. Our combat strength isn't strong enough; we can't let ourselves suffer that loss for nothing."

The senior brother also frowned, looking displeased. "Junior sister, don't be impulsive."

Feng Ning smiled at them and said, "Senior brothers and sisters, don't worry. We should show them that we array masters are not easy to deal with, so they won't become arrogant and think they are invincible."

So he ignored the mockery from both sides and strode forward.

After walking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Come on, what are you chickening out for?"

She can't find it!

The senior students at the Formation Peak had only one thought in their minds: it's over.

This junior sister must be new here, right? She seems to know nothing. This clueless girl is really hard to stop!

The disciples of Wu Feng were furious. They surrounded Feng Ning and walked forward, with a large group of people blocking her way, as if they were afraid that she would run away again.

The disciples of the Formation Peak wanted to come up, but it was too late to stop them.

The senior sister stamped her foot, "Go and inform the eldest brother quickly!"

Immediately, a junior disciple rushed into the training room.

Fortunately, the eldest disciple also came to the cultivation room today; otherwise, if it were on the mountaintop, they wouldn't have been able to find him at all.

The others followed Feng Ning to the battle arena, thinking that it would be good to go and support her, and they couldn't let their junior sister suffer a loss.

By the time everyone arrived at the battle arena, a large crowd had already gathered there.

These were all done by Wu Feng disciples.

They were afraid the girl would run away, and they were also afraid she would deny it, so they called more people to watch the show, so that they could be thoroughly humiliated.

The people from the Formation Peak were quite angry when they saw so many people coming.

Feng Ning didn't mind at all, and even comforted the senior brothers and sisters following behind her.

Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Feng Ning took the lead and went up to the stage.

"Since the senior brothers and sisters of Wufeng want to have a match with us, then show some sincerity. I am just a minor Foundation Establishment cultivator, so don't even think about ganging up on me."

Senior Brother Wu Feng sneered, "Don't worry, we will also send people of the same level up."

Then he looked at a disciple following behind him and said, "You are all at the Foundation Establishment stage. This junior sister is at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, so we won't bully her. You are at the early Foundation Establishment stage, so go up and play with her for a while, but go easy on her."

These words drew another burst of laughter.

Feng Ning laughed along, saying, "You'll be crying later."

Feng Ning turned to them with a smile, "Since this senior brother is so principled, then I won't bully him. On the dueling stage, I will only use formations."

The disciple in the early Foundation Establishment stage sneered and flew onto the competition platform in a flash.

"You should be glad that it was me who came up here. Otherwise, if it had been another senior brother, you probably wouldn't have been able to withstand even one move."

Feng Ning simply smiled and did not answer.

The man ignored him, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Wang Lin, a disciple of Martial Peak."

Feng Ning smiled and said, "Array Master, Feng Ning."

He frowned, but didn't notice anything different.

Some people in the audience were puzzled by this answer.

"Why does this name sound so familiar?"

"I also feel that it sounds familiar, but I just can't remember where I've heard it before."

At this moment, the two on the stage had already taken their stances and were ready to fight.

Wang Lin was the first to draw his longsword, performing a beautiful sword flourish that exuded a powerful sword aura.

"Aren't you going to take your array stone?"

Feng Ning chuckled and placed her hands in front of her. "To deal with you, hands are enough."

Wang Lin was furious. His eyebrows shot up, and he rushed over with his long sword in hand.

Feng Ning stood still, without moving a single step.

The disciples of the Formation Peak were all startled.

"Junior sister, get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way!"

However, Feng Ning seemed not to hear, and made no sound at all.

Seeing that Wang Lin's sword was already in front of her, she actually laughed.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

However, the bloody scene they had imagined did not occur. The moment Wang Lin's sword touched Feng Ning, she suddenly vanished from the spot.

She really disappeared suddenly; there's no trace of her on the stage anymore.

Wang Lin was completely bewildered. "Where is he? If he has the guts, he should come out. What are he doing hiding like this?"

Others also couldn't understand it.

"Where is she? I didn't see her come down."

Wang Lin turned his head to look at his senior brother below the stage, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw a gaping maw biting at him.

He screamed in fright and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ahhh!"

He then rolled over, crawled forward a few steps in a disheveled manner, and finally stood up again.

His hands trembled as he pointed his sword at the opposite side, asking, "What is this thing?"

He immediately drew his sword and fought for a quarter of an hour until his spiritual energy was exhausted, at which point he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

All the people in the audience saw was him interacting with thin air for fifteen minutes.

Very strange.