Read Novel Full Chapter 701 - Final Duel (02)
Chapter 701: 701 - Final Duel (02)
"Long Qingyi! You stole my fiancée—and my brother’s fiancée too!"
Guo Tianhao’s shout tore through the hall, his face contorted with rage, blind to the fact that he was proudly declaring himself a cuckold before the entire sect.
"Today, you’ll pay for this with your life."
The sword in his hand trembled as he raised it, the tip pointed at Qingyi’s chest with the arrogance of one who already saw himself as victorious.
"Long Qingyi, I challenge you to a duel to the death!"
Tianhao declared, ignoring the frowns of the many sect elders and even Li Tianfa himself.
"By the sect’s ancient traditions, I condemn your name to a thousand years of shame should you dare refuse me!"
Silence fell over the arena.
Refusing the duel would be difficult. There was no doubt that, especially in the case of Xue Hua—already publicly betrothed to the Guo family—Qingyi had tarnished the honor and dignity of the two brothers.
Still, no one seemed to care.
Every sympathetic gaze rested on Qingyi, simply because no one doubted that he was worthy of those beauties.
Among all those present, he alone was smiling, his lips curving into a calm that bordered on disdain.
"What are you waiting for? Get up and come fight me, you coward!"
Tianhao roared, drawing a hoarse, low laugh from Qingyi that echoed through the arena.
"And who do you think you are to be worthy of me getting up?" Qingyi asked with arrogance, and in the next instant, every pair of eyes widened.
Twenty blades materialized around his body, glowing with absurd power, a thunderous aura vibrating the very air around them.
Was this young man at the peak of the Celestial Ascension Realm truly going to fight Guo Tianhao, a cultivator at the third stage of the Celestial Origin Realm, while remaining seated?
"Sweetheart, you don’t need to do this. Just say the word, and with a snap of my fingers, I’ll take care of it for you."
Rouxi leaned in close, her enormous, perfect tits pressing heavily against Qingyi’s ribs. Those colossal globes squished and spread against him, the soft warmth of that flesh molding to her adopted son’s body through the flimsy fabric.
"What kind of man hides behind a woman, adoptive mother?"
Qingyi smiled, his hand settling on Rouxi’s hips. To the watching crowd, the gesture looked respectful, as if he meant to ease her aside.
In truth, his fingers sank into the plush curve of her waist, savoring the warm, pliant flesh beneath the thin silk.
Rouxi nodded.
"You..."
Tianhao clenched his teeth so hard they seemed on the verge of cracking. "Do you despise me?"
He roared the question, and ten ethereal swords, far less tyrannical than Qingyi’s, shimmered into existence behind him.
"Oh... so you still have surprises?"
Qingyi relaxed back into his padded chair, and with the slightest flick of thought, the twenty swords tore through the air at absurd speed, leaving a beautiful trail of lightning in their wake.
Tianhao’s eyes widened. He swung all ten of his own blades at once, desperate to shield his body.
It did little good.
A deafening crash rolled through the arena as his ten blades fanned out around him, forcing him to defend himself frantically with the sword still in his hand.
Sparks rained across the stone floor, and the clang of steel on ethereal swords rang in everyone’s ears.
He summoned his bloodline projection. A massive sword appeared behind him, boosting his sword Qi to an unparalleled degree, the blade ripping through the air as it fended off the storm of attacks.
Between his desperate parries, he lifted his eyes to his enemy.
Qingyi wore a completely relaxed expression.
Rouxi and Rou’er were feeding him bite by bite, delicate fingers bringing morsels to his lips while he directed the swords into increasingly powerful strikes without lifting so much as a finger.
The sight drew many admiring glances.
Qingyi wasn’t just arrogant. He had the power to be worthy of that arrogance.
He was fighting a genius of superior cultivation without even standing up, and at the same time being pampered by two incomparable beauties...
How could one not feel envy?
Guo Tianhao felt his heart burn with rage.
It should be him there!
It should be him being pampered by those two!
He roared, spinning his body, and a sea of ice engulfed the surrounding space.
The temperature plummeted in an instant, frost crawling across the stone as Qingyi’s ethereal swords froze mid-flight, trapped for a brief moment within crystalline prisons.
His teeth clenched hard, his eyes as cold as the ice he had summoned. He prepared to shatter those ten swords in a single strike, and then go straight for Qingyi’s throat.
Without anyone noticing, he slipped a pill into his mouth and soared into the skies, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
"Long Qingyi, since only those swords are in the arena, the moment I destroy them I will have won, but know that I won’t stop until I’ve ripped your throat out!"
Seeing Qingyi’s swords begin to split through the ice barrier, Tianhao wasted no more time.
His eyes flashed, and the world around him seemed to lose its color, slowing down to an infinite crawl.
"Ah..."
Tianhao’s body spun slowly at first, but as his cultivation exploded and rose unceasingly, he gained speed.
It was as if hundreds of tiger claws were flying around his body, a hurricane of blades capable of turning anyone into mincemeat surging around him.
His plan was simple.
Land in the arena, destroy those swords, and thereby force Qingyi to join the fight, since this was a duel to the death.
Many eyes widened at Tianhao’s power. Even the sect leader failed to hide his surprise.
That was, at the very least, the peak of the Celestial Origin Realm! How could Tianhao already be this strong?
"Qingyi, this is my second most powerful technique! Enjoy it, because you won’t have time to see my strongest one when I rip your head off!"
Propelled by the pill his father had given him, Tianhao let himself fall, his body exploding with speed and crashing into the arena with a deafening impact.
A shockwave tore outward along with the dust, the entire palace trembling from the force of the landing. The stone of the arena floor cracked in a spreading web around the crater, and the scent of scorched air and pulverized rock filled the hall.
His aura surged to absurd levels, and a dense cloud of dust swallowed the arena whole.
The strongest among the crowd looked on in shock, while the weaker ones watched anxiously, craning forward to see what lay beneath the settling dust.