een because of something that happened at the Fair Dueling Grounds.But knowing is knowing, he wasn't going to change his attitude.Even if the other party provoked you, saying that they were a former P...Leng Qingqiu's expression was cold, she strode to Cui Bingjun's face.

"Old geezer, you don't even deserve to have this young lady unsheath her sword!"

Surrender now, or I'll strike you down before you can even draw your sword!

Words that were once so familiar, they had been used by Gu Bingjun to taunt Su Lingfrost just moments ago, now echoed back at him with cruel irony.

All eyes around him were filled with ridicule, but Jian Wang no longer cared at this moment. His forehead was already drenched in cold sweat.

Leng Qingqiu's powerful sword intent pressed down on him, making it hard for him to breathe. He could only desperately circulate the true essence within his body, desperately pushing his own sword intent, but it was still impossible to resist.

The so-called Sword King, now has no resistance whatsoever in front of this person.

He struggled desperately, trying to draw the sword from his back to relieve the pressure, but under the immense weight bearing down on him, he didn't even have a chance to unsheathe it.

Even Cui Bingjun could clearly feel that the sword he had followed for nearly a thousand years was trembling incessantly in its scabbard.

One person, one sword, has already been completely crushed.

Leng Qingqiu took another step forward: "I'll give you one more chance, are you going to admit defeat"

Although it was just a step forward, the pressure on Cui Bingjun doubled instantly.

At this moment, he was filled with terror, his legs trembling slightly.

At the same time, unable to bear the sharp sword aura's pressure any longer, his clothes began to tear inch by inch, fluttering around like frightened butterflies.

Even his eyebrows, mustache, and hair began to break apart, being shredded by the sword energy into clumps of powder.

"I... I give up!"

Although it was incredibly difficult, Cui Bingjun ultimately had no other choice but to take this path.

He was at a disadvantage in cultivation, and his swordsmanship was completely suppressed by the opponent. This battle could only lead to his own demise if he continued fighting.

"My God, the mighty Sword King just surrendered..."

"What a pathetic so-called Sword King! I see you're just all talk. You can't even draw your sword in front of others..."

"You don't know a thing, it was that woman who was too powerful. If you went up there, you'd be nothing but minced meat…"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, all laced with mockery. But at this moment, the Sword King couldn't afford to care about any of that.

Leng Qingqiu retracted her kendo pressure, which loosened her whole body. She stood there panting heavily.

Su Ling'er was dumbfounded. She originally thought that Ye Bufan would be in a predicament this time, but she didn't expect the other woman to win again.

"Hmph, this is just temporary. You'll eventually lose to Jiulong Island!"

The little girl's cheeks were flushed, and she stood there angrily.

Zhang Qichu, Gong Junyi and others looked at each other in astonishment, their minds filled with a myriad of complex emotions.

I originally thought Ye Bufan's women before were already excellent and powerful enough, but I didn't expect that in just a few days, there would be several more. Not only are they beautiful, but their abilities are also astonishingly great.

To possess such a high level of swordsmanship at such a young age, even the disciples of the Sacred Gate who had seen many things for the first time.

"Young Master, I've disgraced you!"

Choi Byung-jun, regaining his composure, no longer had the arrogance he previously displayed. He lowered his head and slunk behind Wang Ruoyang.

"Useless trash!"

Before that middle-aged man was defeated by Su Ling霜, Wang Ruoyang didn't take it too seriously, after all, he was just a beginner.

Unbeknownst to him, the current Sword King had fallen. This made him re-evaluate the young man before him.

"Looks like you've got some skills, kid. But what does it matter I highly doubt your woman could ever compare to my women on Nine Dragons Island!"

Wang Ruoyang waved his hand again to the people behind him: "Elder Tong, it seems like I'll need you to make a move!"

"It's nothing, just a bit of sword qi! I don't believe it can hurt an old man like me!"

As a gruff voice sounded, a short old man walked out.

He is only about six feet tall, but incredibly muscular.

Each step was heavy and powerful, as if stepping on the heart of everyone, giving a feeling like a mountain, immovable.

Jiu Long Dao's venerated Elder Tong Tiesheng, although also a strong cultivator in the middle stage of crossing tribulation, he is a body refinement cultivator.

In Wang Ruoyang's view, although Jian Wang was not as good as Leng Qingqiu, Tong Tiesheng's physical refinement realm was like an indestructible giant shield. Even without fighting, he had already stood invincible.

"Come, little girl, and see if your swordsmanship can wound this old man!"

Tong Tiesheng's chin was held high, his face radiating arrogance.

Leng Qingqiu's expression was cold and grim, her whole body brimming with sword energy, she was about to make a move.

"Qingqiu, there's no need to stoop to his level. Come back and rest."

Ye Bufan beckoned and called back Leng Qingqiu.

He could see clearly that even if Leng Qingqiu won against a mid-stage tribulation cultivator, it would be a hard-fought battle.

Now, it's all about speed and efficiency. We don't want to waste time, and frankly, there's no need for it.

Leng Qingqiu didn't say a word and never refused Ye Bufan's arrangements, so she went back quietly.

All the men present were looking with wide eyes, such a beautiful woman, such a powerful woman, could be so obedient, one really doesn't know how she was trained.

Ye Bufan turned his head and said, "Lan Xi, wife, beat this old man hard, don't be polite!"

"Yes, my husband!"

Lanxi responded with a nod and stepped out.

"This guy must be so envied. He has so many beautiful women..."

“Another beautiful wife, I envy people to death. I don't ask for much, just one is worth dying for…”

"This woman looks so fragile, could she possibly be anyone's match"

There was a buzz of discussion among the crowd. Some were envious, some jealous, and some even doubtful, wondering if this woman before them could stand up to Tong Tiesheng.

But there's one thing, they no longer stand firmly on the side of Kowloon Island. They have found that this young man's wife is definitely not as simple as a vase, each one is unfathomable.

Tong Tiesheng glanced at Lan Xi, "Poor little girl, remarry. This man is simply going to get you killed. You're no match for an old man like me…"

"You old geezer, you dare to say he's your man!"

Before he could finish his words, Lan Xi had already kicked Tong Tiesheng in the chest.

With a deafening bang, Elder Tong, who was just moments ago arrogant and invincible, was kicked away like a ball. He landed hard, his chest caved in as he gasped for air, blood pouring from his mouth.

"Uh..."

All eyes widened in the room, as if they had seen a ghost.

That's a cultivator of the Tribulation Transcendence period who specializes in physical training. Even with precious swords and daggers, they wouldn't be harmed at all. How could they be kicked into this state Could it be that this body refinement cultivator is fake

In the astonished gazes of the crowd, Lan Xi didn't hesitate for a moment and charged forward again.

Now that she has reached the stage of a mature empress, her physical strength is far beyond what Tong Tiesheng can match.

A slap sent half his teeth flying.

Then came a flurry of punches and kicks, no fancy moves, just raw power delivered with every blow.

Just like Ye Bufan said, he punched hard without any politeness.

Poor Tong Tiesheng was beaten mercilessly, unable to fight back at all. He was covered in wounds, blood flowing freely, and half his bones were broken.

At this moment, his heart was filled with bitterness. He also felt that his physical training was fake and couldn't withstand the opponent's attacks at all.

Lanxi had beaten him almost to death, landing one final slap that drove him into the ground like a nail. Only then did she finish her beating and call it quits.en wielding any weapons. Instead, he unleashed a powerful and direct punch.Though the iron-clad Sky Tiger was thousands of times larger than him in size, it was far slower and was struck heavily on th...