"Miss Bai, are you really going to fight me?" he asked tentatively.
Bai Ran tore open the hem of her fiery red skirt and twisted her wrist.
"Come and fight."
Jing Feng helplessly gripped his sword and stood opposite Bai Ran.
Although Jing Feng's strength was not top-tier in the Nine Heavens, he was still a master of the Mahayana stage.
After the Golden Core stage, one had to pass through the Nascent Soul stage, the Soul Transformation stage, the Void Refining stage, and the Integration stage to reach the Mahayana stage.
As Bai Ran was at present, she couldn't even touch his sleeve even if she risked her life.
However, it was precisely because Jing Feng was so powerful that it ignited Bai Ran's fighting spirit even more.
Bai Ran tightly gripped the Feng Yin sword and charged forward.
Jing Feng did not dodge at all, using just one finger to block the sword Bai Ran swung with all her might.
No matter how hard she tried, the sword blade could not advance another inch.
Bai Ran gathered spiritual energy in her left hand and struck his abdomen fiercely, but it was still blocked tightly by Jing Feng.
Jing Feng's sword suddenly slashed down.
Although Bai Ran could sense it with her powerful spiritual consciousness, her body couldn't keep up.
In a heart-stopping moment, Jing Feng stopped his sword.
"Miss Bai, my apologies," he said, bowing.
These brief exchanges made Bai Ran feel the gap in their strength.
"It's not over yet," she said, waving her hand. A massive formation, which had appeared at some unknown time, materialized beneath Jing Feng's feet.
A formation! When was it set up!
Jing Feng was shocked. He wanted to escape the formation, but it glowed brightly at that moment.
Not good, too late! A blinding light enveloped Jing Feng, pulling him into the formation.
Seeing Jing Feng disappear, Bai Ran finally relaxed.
It seemed that even a Mahayana stage expert could not break free from a fully formed high-level formation.
Jing Feng looked around at the vast expanse of white, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead.
A formation...
He truly knew nothing about formations...
A short while later, a surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted around Qin Mu Bai.
He opened his eyes, holding a cherry-red spear in his palm, and swung it fiercely towards the sky.
A large rock not far away cracked into pieces!
At this moment, Fang Tian Hui also opened her eyes. She held a jade bone fan in her delicate hand, and with a gentle wave, the air trembled several times.
The Earth-Shaking Art and the Wind-Controlling Art were the most suitable cultivation techniques for the two of them, enhancing their strength while also compensating for their weaknesses.
"Sister Bai!" "Bai Ran!"
The two stood before Bai Ran, full of fighting spirit, seemingly eager to spar with her again.
"We'll stop here for today. Conserve your spiritual energy," Bai Ran said.
"Yes!"
The three returned to the inn. Only then did Bai Ran release Jing Feng, who had been wandering around in the formation.
Indeed, it was dangerous to go against anyone, but especially Bai Ran, Jing Feng thought with a dejected expression, finally free.
The formation had given him a headache from dizziness.
Even though Jing Feng's strength far surpassed hers, she could still use other means to lure enemies into traps without them realizing it.
This was perhaps Bai Ran's terrifying aspect.
Moreover, Jing Feng had not felt any fluctuation from the formation during their brief encounter, so how could he have avoided it?
"You've worked hard," Bai Ran said, waving her hand. More than a dozen divine artifacts were neatly arranged on the table.
Jing Feng's eyes widened as he looked at them. "Not hard at all, not hard at all!"
His mood instantly improved.
Who would dislike having too many treasures?
He gleefully scooped up the divine artifacts from the table and then re-entered the shadows.
A night passed. As the warm sun began to rise, the three had already vanished without a trace.
The Underground Arena.
"Your Majesty! Look, this is our new batch of slaves, all strong and robust!" said a middle-aged man with a fawning smile.
In a luxurious private room, a handsome man in dragon robes sat on a pure gold throne, looking down at a line of terrified slaves.
"What do you think, Xue'er?"
Beside him leaned a woman with a beautiful face but a fiery figure.
"Xue'er listens to Your Majesty," she said, wrapping her fair arm around the emperor's neck in a coquettish manner.
Emperor Zhuo Yu licked his lips, his eyes filled with undisguised brutality. "The one among you who survives until the end will be brought into the royal family and enjoy endless glory and wealth."
Qin Mu Bai and Fang Tian Hui were among the slaves, pretending.
Is that Yan Xue? Qin Mu Bai secretly glanced at her, only to meet Yan Xue's gaze.
He hastily lowered his head, sweat breaking out on his back. It was over! He had been exposed!
Yan Xue, however, showed no reaction. She glanced at him and then looked away, continuing to cling to Zhuo Yu and act spoiled.
Just as Qin Mu Bai was wondering,
"Hurry up and prepare! Being favored by the Emperor is a blessing you've cultivated for a lifetime!" the middle-aged man said, using his whip to herd the slaves.
The two of them obediently followed the group.
"What are you doing!" Fang Tian Hui yelled at Qin Mu Bai, away from the crowd.
"Do you know you almost exposed us!"
That idiot! Why was he staring at Yan Xue for no reason? Was he also mesmerized by her?
Qin Mu Bai guiltily touched his nose. "I was just curious."
"If you ruin Sister Bai's plan, you'll have to answer to her!" Fang Tian Hui said angrily and walked away.
Hearing Bai Ran's name made Qin Mu Bai a little nervous.
But where was Bai Ran?
After entering the Underground Arena, she seemed to have vanished into thin air, completely out of sight.
A quarter of an hour later, the slaves began to walk onto the fighting arena one by one.
"Your Majesty, have a grape," Yan Xue said, solicitously peeling a crystal-clear grape and offering it to Zhuo Yu's lips.
Zhuo Yu pushed her hand away but instead pulled her waist towards him.
"Xue'er, you are far more delicious than grapes."
"Your Majesty is truly wicked," her soft and charming tone made Zhuo Yu's heart throb.
The two sat in the most expensive private box. The floor-to-ceiling windows, which were one-way, offered a clear view of the arena outside.
Fang Tian Hui stepped onto the stage within the arena.
Facing her was a tall, muscular man, making her look small and slender in comparison.
"Excuse me," the burly man said as he aggressively charged towards Fang Tian Hui.
She waved her delicate hand, and a crystal-like jade fan appeared in her hand.
With a slight movement of the jade bone fan, a strong gust of wind was generated, violently sweeping up the man and smashing him outside the arena.
In the blink of an eye, the battle was over.
Fang Tian Hui, holding her fan, covered her face and looked down at the unconscious burly man with disdain. "Waste of space."
Zhuo Yu watched, his blood surging.
"What is this person's name! I want all her information!"
Yan Xue glared at Fang Tian Hui from afar, then snuggled closer to Zhuo Yu.
"Your Majesty, you don't even care about Xue'er anymore, you're only looking at other women."
Her pitiful, innocent gaze indeed made Zhuo Yu calm down instantly.
"Xue'er, don't misunderstand. I just want to recruit her as a subordinate."
"Really? That's great! Your Majesty belongs to Xue'er alone!" She happily threw herself into Zhuo Yu's arms, hugging his strong waist tightly.
But when Zhuo Yu looked away, her eyes betrayed her.
Yan Xue's eyes were filled with disgust and disdain.