Peerless Empress: One Woman, One Sword, Slaying Through Myriad Realms

Chapter 293 Xia Qingzhu's Challenge

Having defeated four people in a row, Xiao Xin'er had just returned to the pavilion when Xia Qingzhu, who was in the pavilion next to them, made her move.

"It's so cold."

"It's Qingzhou again. I wonder who Xia Qingzhu will challenge."

Ice formed beneath Xia Qingzhu's feet, and thick layers of frost condensed in the air. Dressed in an ice-blue gown, she walked through it like an ice queen.

"Please, Young Master Xue, come and fight." Xia Qingzhu looked towards Dongzhou, her voice as cold as she was.

"Please." Xue Hanzhou stepped onto the battle platform, her voice equally icy.

The two appeared on a battle platform, where the void turned completely cold, snowflakes fell, and frost covered everything.

Xia Qingzhu also wields a knife; this is a battle of swordsmen, a battle of ice and snow.

"What a beautiful ice and snow fairy!"

On the battle platform, snow fell heavily and swords flashed for miles. Ye Wuxi couldn't help but exclaim in admiration that Xia Qingzhu's temperament was truly one of the most beautiful people she had ever seen.

"Uh... so Wuxi likes to look at beautiful women." Xiao Xin'er twitched her lips. "Then Xue Hanzhou seems quite nice too."

"That's appreciation; Xue Hanzhou is still far from it."

Ye Wuxi rested her chin on her hand and said with a smile, "Isn't this tea party just about tasting tea and chatting? People from the four states each have their own strengths, and it's perfectly fine for her to appreciate them."

"The last time I saw your fourth senior brother, hehe, you know what I mean, why didn't you show any appreciation at the time?" Xiao Xin'er suddenly remembered something and chuckled softly.

The two people on stage had the same aura, too cold, neither of them were her type. She still preferred Wuxi, and the senior brother from the wine academy was also quite nice.

"After seeing it so many times, it's all the same." Ye Wuxi thought for a moment, then quickly said, "Forgive me, forgive me, let's stop here."

While they were chatting, the two on stage decided who was the winner, with Xia Qingzhu coming out on top, and even without any bloodline emerging.

"I underestimated Xia Qingzhu's strength before."

"Qingzhou is incredible; this year they've secured the titles of the number one swordsman and the number one knife-wielder."

Qingzhou was unparalleled in its prowess. Although its overall strength was relatively weak, its disciples were stronger than those of the other states.

"Please, Miss Ye, come and fight." After taking a short breath, Xia Qingzhu looked towards Qingzhou and spoke in a clear, cold voice.

Ye Wuxi felt somewhat helpless; this fight was going to go on forever.

"Miss Xia, please!"

Xia Qingzhu sheathed her knife, and Ye Wuxi didn't draw her sword either. She knew that Xia Qingzhu probably intended a bloodline duel.

Of course, having reached this level and comprehended the profound meaning, whether or not one has a sword in hand is no longer important. With the sword and heart in harmony, the intent of the sword resides in the heart, and a single thought can transform into a sword.

"Roar!" Xia Qingzhu nodded, and the Ice Phoenix flew out from behind her. In an instant, the ice spread wildly.

As she, the Ice Phoenix, appeared, a phantom of the Vermilion Bird also emerged behind Ye Wuxi, with flames soaring all around.

"Freeze!" Xia Qingzhu spoke sparingly, as if to freeze everything. The surging ice blades converged into several vortexes of wind and charged out.

"Burn." Ye Wuxi uttered a single word, and the Vermilion Bird Flame soared, countless fireballs rushed out, quickly incinerating the icy vortex.

This is a clash of ice and fire.

"One is an ice immortal, the other a fire immortal, what a magnificent duel between ice and fire."

"The two also happen to be the number one swordsman and the number one knife-wielder."

"From now on, the two young masters who are equally famous for their swords and sabers will be replaced by two great fairies."

The scene was a stark contrast of ice and fire, prompting sighs from those around them. Li Chang'an and Xue Hanzhou, though far apart, exchanged a glance and couldn't help but sigh at the same time.

In the void, flames and ice clashed several times, but the Vermilion Bird's fire always prevailed.

"Ice Feather." Xia Qingzhu moved nimbly, like a divine bird. She stood in the void and uttered the two words, and the power of ice swept through once again.

Feather-like ice blades rained down from the sky, freezing the void wherever they passed, as if trying to pierce through everything in their path.

Enveloped in the essence of wind, Ye Wuxi moved swiftly, her body ablaze with flames. Everything the Vermilion Bird passed by was incinerated, and the frost feathers could not penetrate her surroundings.

"Nine Netherworld Burning Heaven Palm!"

How could the ice of the Ice Phoenix compare to the fire of the Vermilion Bird? Ye Wuxi was unwilling to linger any longer. He unleashed a palm strike, combining the power of the four elements with the three illusory cores.

The void instantly transformed into a sea of ​​fire, and a massive black hand, wreathed in terrifying flames, hurtled towards Xia Qingzhu.

Xia Qingzhu quickly erected an ice wall in front of her while frantically retreating.

Click!

The ice wall shattered with a deafening roar, and the ice phoenix behind her vanished instantly. Xia Qingzhu was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"I am not as good as Miss Ye." Xia Qingzhu swallowed a pill, nodded slightly, and returned to the pavilion.

This battle was a foregone conclusion; she had anticipated it. But she still wanted to give it a try. Ye Wuxi had played with her for so long; that was more than enough.

Ye Wuxi returned to the pavilion and silently drank tea.

"That's enough, I'm going to play with the monk." Yao Qianfeng left with these words, then leaped onto the battle platform, looking towards Xizhou, "Master Wangkong, please enlighten me!"

Wang Kong stepped onto the battle platform, clasped his hands together, and said, "Benefactor Yao, please."

This battle immediately piqued everyone's interest. Wang Kong, as the host, seemed somewhat silent this year, and it was unclear how much his strength had improved.

"Amitabha!" Wang Kong murmured, and his body shone with golden light. He uttered Sanskrit chants, and endless golden Sanskrit characters floated out, transforming into ten thousand feet of golden light, as if to purify everything.

"Destroy." Yao Qianfeng remained unmoved, uttering a single word. The void seemed to roar like a demon king, extinguishing the Brahma chant. Terrifying demonic clouds gathered, engulfing the golden light.

"Great Compassion Palm!" Wang Kong's voice boomed like a bell, and six golden palm prints shot out, transforming into a sky-covering golden palm that struck out.

"Buddha-Slaying Palm." Yao Qianfeng, his black robes billowing, spoke arrogantly as he unleashed a black, deathly palm, displaying ruthlessness.

Boom boom!

The two giant palms collided, causing the void to tremble. Golden light and demonic power scattered, obscuring the situation.

"What Buddha-Slaying Palm? This is a provocation against Monk Wangkong."

“Demonic cultivators do as they please, and are inherently arrogant.”

"To be honest, these people from Qingzhou are quite arrogant. They first questioned Chang'an, and then they slaughtered Buddha. They don't take their opponents seriously at all."

Wang Kong and Yao Qianfeng clashed several times, revealing their figures.

Above the void, a phantom image of a Buddha appeared behind Monk Wangkong. He was bathed in golden light, like an immortal Buddha.

"The Thousand Buddha Seal of No Sorrow!" Wang Kong uttered softly, and golden Buddha characters flew out continuously from his palms. Endless golden light from the Buddha characters fell and enveloped Yao Qianfeng.

"Kill." Behind Yao Qianfeng, a demon king also manifested, his single word filled with killing intent. The aura of death and demonic energy quickly swept in, devouring the surrounding Buddhist seals.

"Destroy." Wang Kong slammed his hands together, and a thousand Buddhist seals gathered once more, transforming into a massive Buddhist character that shimmered with undying golden light, breaking through the demonic energy and suppressing Yao Qianfeng.

"Dark Magic Restriction." Yao Qianfeng's dark eyes completely transformed into a demonic abyss, spewing out terrifying demonic will. The space around him instantly turned into darkness, and the huge Buddhist character was also shrouded in darkness.

boom!

Boundless dark power spread wildly throughout the void, turning the entire battle arena into a dark prison filled with demonic power, slaughter, and death. Wang Kong and the Buddha behind him were completely hidden inside.

"What terrifying demonic power! I hope Wang Kong isn't dead."

The Mirror Platform was shrouded in darkness, with not a trace of golden light or human figure in sight, causing the surrounding pavilions to gasp in shock.