Xuan Lou's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this. He simply took a sip of tea and said calmly, "I think so too."
As expected, amidst sighs of regret, the leader of the Kongsheng Sect was defeated. Subsequently, several other renowned sect leaders went up to challenge him, but without exception, they all lost.
Shen Qianmo raised an eyebrow, his gaze towards the Zixia Sect Master becoming more intrigued, a smile playing on his lips. Logically, the Zixia Sect Master had no need to act so early; it seemed more like she was clearing obstacles for someone's arrival.
"Tang Yu, acting sect leader of the Tang Clan, please enlighten me." A cold and sinister voice rang out. It wasn't as soft and gentle as Tang Yun's, but it still carried the unique sinister aura of the Tang Clan.
A sharp glint flashed in Shen Qianmo's eyes as he stared at the two people on the stage.
Tang Yu's skills were quite impressive. After exchanging dozens of blows with the Zixia Sect Master, he finally succeeded in a sneak attack and defeated her. For a moment, no one on the stage dared to challenge him. Even such a powerful figure as the Zixia Sect Master had lost to Tang Yu, and her face was now ashen, clearly indicating she had been poisoned!
The ruthlessness of the Tang Clan is well-known.
A mist slowly settled over Shen Qianmo's dark eyes. The smile on his lips grew increasingly cold. He glanced coldly at Qinglan, who was sitting in the Zixia Sect.
She had never understood when she had been poisoned by the Silent Poison. Now she understood: from the moment she arrived in Phoenix Feather City, she had entered a conspiracy!
The Zixia Sect was nothing more than a spy planted by the Tang Clan within the righteous path! Qinglan's rescue by her was all a charade. Even worse, Qinglan secretly poisoned her while she was off guard.
Yes. She remembered. The day she escorted Qinglan back to the Zixia Sect, Qinglan brewed tea for her. At that time, she felt the color of the tea was a bit strange, but she didn't pay much attention to it. In fact, it was a reaction caused by the Silent Poison mixing with the tea leaves.
As Qinglan sat in her seat at the Zixia Sect, she suddenly felt a fierce gaze flash across her face. Her body trembled involuntarily, and when she looked up, she saw Shen Qianmo staring coldly at her.
Those eyes were jet black, like bottomless abysses. They were staring at her with icy eyes, a beautiful smile playing on their lips—a smile that, while beautiful, was shockingly ruthless.
"Seven Quatrains"
"Master Mo Chi of the Demon Palace. Please enlighten me!"
Before Xuan Lou could finish speaking, Shen Qianmo's clear and melodious voice drowned out his words. She understood that Xuan Lou was worried that she hadn't fully recovered and might suffer losses, but she was determined to get back what he owed her!
Dressed in an elegant white robe, with hair as black as ink, her features were exquisite, her dark eyes seemed to hold the stars, and beneath her delicate nose, her cherry lips were painted crimson. At this moment, a breathtakingly beautiful smile graced her lips as she stepped onto the arena.
The audience below the stage was mesmerized. Tang Yu was no exception, staring intently at Shen Qianmo.
With a swift movement, white silk ribbons fluttered in the air. It was the Demon Palace's deadly move, Three Thousand Black Silk. Tang Yu's skill was already inferior to Shen Qianmo's, and he had been distracted by Shen Qianmo's beauty. Suddenly seeing the Three Thousand Black Silk approaching, he had no idea how to dodge.
With a twist of her body, she barely avoided the powerful attack. Just as Tang Yu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, her long black hair followed her like ants clinging to her bones. There was no way to avoid it, so Tang Yu had no choice but to fight back.
The audience below the stage was stunned. It was too fast. Shen Qianmo's speed was simply too fast. There was no time to react. All they could see was Tang Yu frantically dodging. But no one laughed at Tang Yu, because if it were them, they probably wouldn't have been able to dodge even once.
Seeing Tang Yu prepare to catch her three thousand strands of black hair, Shen Qianmo's lips curled into a ruthless smile. The Demon Palace's supreme cultivation technique—three thousand strands of black hair—wasn't so easily caught!
The internal force traveled along the white silk, attacking Tang Yu's heart meridian. It was merciless, filled with a chilling aura.
There was no time to react. Tang Yu's attempt to block the white silk ribbon with all his might looked like a child trying to push a stone—completely ineffective, providing almost no resistance. Tang Yu was sent flying backward along the ribbon, spitting out a mouthful of blood that traced a crimson arc in the air.
"Thank you for your concession." Bai Ling withdrew, and Shen Qianmo didn't even glance at Tang Yu, who was already on the verge of death, but just coldly glanced around.
At that moment, all the martial arts practitioners truly realized what it meant for the Demon Palace Master to be ruthless in killing. This seemingly refined and otherworldly man was incredibly vicious when he struck.
"Young Master Tang Yu, are you alright?" Tang Clan's subordinates hurriedly surrounded Tang Yu, asking anxiously. Tang Yu was Tang Yun's only younger brother. When Tang Yun left, he said that it didn't matter if he didn't become the leader of the martial arts alliance, as long as he was safe.
Shen Qianmo glanced at him coldly. She knew very well how much internal energy that move had used; even if Tang Yun were standing here, he would be seriously injured, let alone Tang Yu. The white silk had already struck his heart meridian; even a great immortal couldn't save him.
With a smile playing on her lips and her eyes remaining calm, as if offering only a kind reminder, Shen Qianmo said indifferently, "That attack seems to have shattered your heart meridian. I wonder if the Tang Clan has any way to cure it?"
Upon hearing this, everyone present immediately paled. Martial arts tournaments were inherently contested by fate, and no one had objected to Tang Yu's severe injuries. However, a shattered heart meridian meant certain death.
What's truly terrifying isn't that, but rather that the Demon Palace Master's single, effortless move shattered Tang Yu's heart meridian. Upon hearing this question, all the martial artists who had been about to engage in battle immediately stopped in their tracks.
Seeing the fear on the faces of the martial arts practitioners, Shen Qianmo's dark eyes flashed with disdain and confidence. Hmph! No one who had ever harmed her, Shen Qianmo, had escaped without paying the price. The Tang Clan, the Zixia Sect—she wouldn't let them go. As for the title of Martial Arts Alliance Leader, she was determined to have it!
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?" A clear and unparalleled voice, accompanied by powerful internal energy, resounded throughout the entire arena. Shen Qianmo coldly glanced at the people around her, a leisurely smile on her face, as if the people below were not worth mentioning at all.
“If none of the heroes will challenge again, according to the rules, the Demon Palace Master and the Acting Master of the Tang Clan will be eligible to run for the Martial Arts Alliance Leader. But the Acting Master of the Tang Clan is already…” Feng Tianyang looked at the lifeless Tang Yu, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead. This Demon Palace Master was truly shrewd; he dared not offend him.
"Since the acting leader of the Tang Clan is not fortunate enough, I think there's no need to continue the selection of the martial arts alliance leader. I will take the position without hesitation. If anyone has any objections, then come and challenge me." Shen Qianmo was aloof, but her words were extremely arrogant. The red figure that had been hiding in the shadows trembled slightly. Situ Jingyan's lips curled into a wicked smile. His Mo'er, indeed, had guts.
Dead silence. A deathly silence filled the entire room.
No one dared to challenge him. They knew that going up meant death. Although these people yearned to become the leader of the martial arts world, they were also aware of their own strength, and no one was willing to gamble with their lives. Moreover, it was a gamble that was impossible to win.
“It seems no one has any objections.” Shen Qianmo glanced around, a confident and smug smile spreading across her face. She then glanced at Feng Tianyang, signaling him that he could continue speaking.
Feng Tianyang secretly wiped away a bead of sweat before tremblingly handing the Peerless Sword, the symbol of the martial arts alliance leader, to Shen Qianmo. Shen Qianmo took the Peerless Sword and saw that its blade was entirely made of jade and was incredibly sharp; it was indeed a superior sword.
A satisfied smile appeared on Shen Qianmo's lips. She was just missing a good sword. After all, the most powerful technique of the Demon Palace required a sword—the Heavenly Sword Technique.
The sword traced a gentle arc in the air. Shen Qianmo sheathed the Peerless Sword, glanced at the martial artists around her, and smiled, "Now that I have taken over as the leader of the martial arts alliance, Mo Chi should naturally do my part for the martial arts world. I hope everyone can cooperate with Mo Chi!"
"Of course, of course."
"Greetings, Alliance Leader."
As soon as Shen Qianmo finished speaking, the martial arts figures echoed her sentiments. Shen Qianmo was now the leader of the martial arts alliance, and they couldn't afford to offend her, so it was best to curry favor with her.
Shen Qianmo carefully observed everyone's expressions. She already knew exactly what each person was thinking. Glancing to the side, she saw Qinglan helping the Zixia Sect Master, trying to leave quietly.
"Sect Leader of Zixia Sect, please wait. Mo Chi has some sacred medicines for treating poison wounds. I hope you won't find them useless." Shen Qianmo raised her voice and said to Qing Lan and the back of the Sect Leader of Zixia Sect.
Chapter Four: The Price of Offending Her!
People around looked on with envy at the leader of the Zixia Sect.
"I heard that the Demon Palace Master once saved the life of the beloved daughter of the Zixia Sect Master."
"I see. This Qinglan girl is indeed very beautiful. She is truly blessed."