Following the sword's length, Ning Peilan could also see the name carved on its blade.
She never imagined that one day she would be injured by her own sword.
Seeing the stunned Ning Peilan, Feng Ninghe smiled and flicked her long sleeves towards Ning Peilan's chest.
With this swing, Ning Peilan's entire body was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Feng Ninghe's lips moved, and a clear female voice slowly descended from her mouth, "Losing focus on the stage is impolite. Fortunately, this is just a stage. If this were a real fight, you would already be dead."
"Impossible!"
Ning Peilan couldn't believe it. Her large, round eyes stared directly at the white figure before her, "My cultivation has reached the early Golden Core stage, yet you can deal with me effortlessly. Could your cultivation also be at the early Golden Core stage?"
Even if Feng Ninghe could cultivate now, no longer the cultivation waste of the past, how could her cultivation have advanced so quickly?
Her cultivation was forcefully raised by medicine; in reality, she was at the peak of the Enlightenment stage.
Yet, she had no power to resist Feng Ninghe.
Had Feng Ninghe been swapped out?
Lost in thought, Ning Peilan's gaze was fixed on the stunningly beautiful face before her, trying to find a clue from it.
But after a long time, she found no flaw.
Feng Ninghe did not intend to answer the question. She shrugged self-satisfactorily, "The outcome is decided. The arena match can end now. Miss Ning, you have lost."
As her light voice left her lips, Ning Peilan's face turned pale and then flushed.
Beneath her red robe, Ning Peilan's delicate hands clenched into fists. "Feng Ninghe, since you possess such strength, why did you hide it at the First Prince's birthday banquet and refuse to spar with me?"
She remembered that Feng Ninghe had run away at the time, shouting for her master to save her!
No one could have imagined that such a woman would possess such outstanding strength.
Facing the question, Feng Ninghe replied softly, "I disdained to fight you, nor did I wish to spar, because you were never my opponent from the start."
Her opponent was the Feng family.
Even the Lin country outside the Li country...
In her prime, these juniors wouldn't even have the courage to fight her.
These simple words made Ning Peilan's cheeks burn as if she had been slapped hard.
"I am at least at the Golden Core stage. In the entire Li country, I am considered a genius. Yet you say I am not worthy of being your opponent?"
"Feng Ninghe, you are truly arrogant. This matter is not over today. I am not convinced!"
Ning Peilan gritted her teeth, her eyes sharpening. She leaped into the air, wielding a seven-colored whip and striking fiercely towards Feng Ninghe!
Behind her, a massive phantom figure materialized.
A flood dragon roared to the sky. The spiritual beast, enormous in size, charged towards Feng Ninghe!
"I've long heard that Ning Peilan adopted a spirit beast when she was young. I never expected it to be a flood dragon!"
"Even if this flood dragon is not yet an adult, it's not something ordinary people can contend with. Look at its size; a single swipe could be devastating."
The crowd below the stage buzzed with discussion.
Even Sixth Master, watching from below, had his gaze sharpen. He held a bone fan in his well-defined hand, his nerves involuntarily tensing.
Summoning spirit beasts to fight was also a form of strength, and of course, not everyone was qualified to own one.
"Feng Ninghe, where is your spirit beast? You don't have one yet, do you?"
With the assistance of her spirit beast, Ning Peilan's eyebrows rose unconsciously, a hint of pride appearing in her eyes, her red lips curling slightly.
Although the flood dragon was not fully formed, its power was not to be underestimated.
Ning Peilan sat on the flood dragon, wielding the seven-colored whip and attacking Feng Ninghe again.
*Ying ying!*
In the VIP seats, Xiao Zhao, who was devouring fruit, suddenly felt his fruit lose its flavor. His eyes were filled with anxiety, and he stared intently at the stage.
It was unfair for a human and a spirit beast to fight.
It should have been on the stage, fighting alongside its master, to show this ignorant little flood dragon the might of an ancient Qilin!
Sensing Xiao Zhao's desire to step forward and help, Old Man Xu gently patted its head in comfort. "Don't worry. Even with the spirit beast, its strength hasn't reached the Nascent Soul stage. Feng Ninghe wouldn't let herself suffer such a loss of spirit stones. Let's just wait and see."
Xiao Zhao knew it wasn't the time to reveal itself and could only reluctantly suppress its impatience, its eyes fixed on the stage.
If it could, it really wanted to fight side-by-side with its master.
It was because its cultivation was not yet sufficient. It couldn't fall too far behind and had to find a way to improve its cultivation so that it could stand beside its master.
On the stage.
Feng Ninghe narrowed her eyes, her feet lightly tapping the ground as she leaped into the air.
The appearance of the spirit beast had indeed given Ning Peilan a boost in her hope for victory.
However...
The spirit beast before her was not yet mature, and its temperament was not yet stable, making it easier to deal with.
Feng Ninghe raised her wrist and rang the bell again.
For some reason, the flood dragon beneath Ning Peilan suddenly became agitated, its tail thrashing violently and smashing heavily onto the ground.
Even Ning Peilan, who was riding the flood dragon, couldn't control her body and plummeted towards the stage!
*Bang!*
Ning Peilan was thrown onto the stage by her own spirit beast. Her internal organs felt as if they were about to be expelled, the pain unbearable.
Just as she was about to get up, she felt a chill on her neck.
Looking down, she saw a sharp long sword pressed tightly against her throat.
The sword at her throat signified the end of the match.
Sensing its master was in danger, the flood dragon, despite feeling dizzy, staggered towards Ning Peilan and rammed into Feng Ninghe.
Feng Ninghe stood still in her original position, her expression unchanged. Sensing the movement behind her, she raised an eyebrow and conjured a flying sword, striking fiercely at the flood dragon.
The sword, imbued with sharp spiritual energy, sent the flood dragon crashing down in an instant!
Ning Peilan's eyes widened, but a cold long sword was pressed against her throat, preventing her from resisting.
"Feng Ninghe, be careful!"
Ning Ting outside the stage roared, quickly shouting a warning, fearing Feng Ninghe would be too heavy-handed.
Ning Peilan was the youngest daughter of the Ning family patriarch, cherished as his most beloved jewel. She couldn't afford any harm. If anything happened to her on the stage, the Ning family would not let it go.
"Is the Feng family's junior trying to make an enemy of my Ning family?"
The elders of the Ning family also couldn't sit still and rose one after another, standing outside the stage.
Feng Ninghe's gaze swept over them, finally landing on Ning Peilan.
At this moment, Ning Peilan shed her arrogance. Seeing those outside the stage worried about her, her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.
She had been spoiled since childhood, showered with affection, and had never felt the aura of death like this.
Nor had she ever lost so miserably.
Perhaps her pride was shattered, and she found it hard to accept this reality.
A tear rolled down her face and dripped onto the sword.
The long sword seemed to sense its owner's emotions and trembled a few times at this moment.
"Ning Peilan, do you concede?"