Chapter 462 Semifinals
Chapter 462 Semifinals
"Do whatever you want, don't be afraid."
However, to their surprise, Elder Lei patted Yun Chen on the shoulder and began to encourage him.
As soon as the words were spoken, not only Liu Yanran and Shen Nan, but even Yun Chen showed a look of shock.
In fact, no matter how Elder Lei, Liu Yanran, and Shen Nan tried to persuade him, he would still kill Tang Siyu on the arena.
He doesn't care about revenge; anyone who dares to touch his woman must die.
He just didn't expect that Elder Lei would actually support him.
"Aren't you afraid of Taixu Palace making trouble?" Yun Chen raised an eyebrow and looked at Elder Lei.
Elder Lei smiled and said, "Go ahead and do it. You might have been afraid before, but now... there's no need to worry."
As he spoke, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes: "A single punch can prevent a hundred more. If your innate Dao body is exposed, some people will get restless... Even if you show mercy, it's only a matter of time before things come to a head."
It is not hard to see from Lin Xuantong's attitude that Tang Siyu's situation was not accidental, but rather tacitly approved by the Taixu Palace.
In other words, the two geniuses of the Divine Thunder Palace have already made them feel threatened, so they are preparing to take action in advance.
Since they are ruthless, then don't blame the Divine Thunder Palace for being unjust.
If Lin Xuantong can shamelessly say that swords have no eyes, then naturally they can say the same thing.
Besides... he might have had some reservations before, but now... with the Chaoyin Pavilion showing goodwill, even if the Taixu Palace and the Yuxu Palace join forces, he doesn't need to be afraid at all.
Do you really think the Divine Thunder Palace is easy to bully?
"Okay, I see."
A cold glint flashed in Yun Chen's eyes, and he said nothing more.
At this moment, Zhao Xiruo couldn't help but interject, "But it's not necessarily true that you can match up against Tang Siyu!"
Upon hearing this, Yun Chen's gaze sharpened.
Shen Nan, who was standing to the side, said, "Don't worry, even if Junior Brother can't match it, I'm still here, aren't I?"
"You? Can you beat Tang Siyu?" Liu Yanran asked with a suspicious look.
Shen Nan's eyes immediately turned cold: "You look down on me? What right does an eliminated contestant have to doubt others?"
"Shen Nan, say that again if you dare."
Liu Yanran put her hands on her hips and looked like she wanted to bite him to death.
Shen Nan shrugged, about to speak, when Elder Lei interrupted them.
"Alright, everyone, keep it down. The semi-final draw is about to begin, so get ready."
Shen Nan snorted coldly and turned his head away.
Liu Yanran glared at him angrily, but ultimately said nothing more.
The atmosphere among them eased considerably as a result, diluting the somber mood caused by Zhao Xiruo's injury.
Soon, the presiding elder's voice rang out again, inviting the four finalists to come forward and draw lots to determine the semi-final matchups.
Yun Chen, Shen Nan, Tang Siyu, and Leng Hanyue walked onto the stage.
The lottery process was quick, and the results were in.
However, what really annoyed them was that this match was between Yun Chen and Shen Nan, and between Leng Hanyue and Tang Siyu.
If they didn't know that cheating in the lottery was impossible, they would have suspected that Taixu Palace had done it on purpose.
"What should we do now?"
Yun Chen looked at the number he had drawn and exchanged a glance with Shen Nan.
Shen Nan's lips twitched slightly, a hint of helplessness in his expression.
"Just play normally. No matter what... there's still a chance, it's not about this moment."
He hadn't expected this outcome.
Looking at the match, Liu Yanran raised an eyebrow at Shen Nan: "You're the senior brother, so you should give way to the junior brother later."
"Okay, you don't need to worry about it." Shen Nan rolled his eyes.
Yun Chen's lips twitched, and he said, "Actually, there's no need to hold back. Just go all out."
From the moment he met them until now, he had no idea what Shen Nan and Liu Yanran's true strength was, and now it would be a good time to find out.
Shen Nan nodded upon hearing this: "Don't worry, I will."
However, neither of them rushed into battle. Instead, they turned to look at the arena next to them.
They were more curious about the duel between the two people over there, and the referee didn't urge them on.
On the other side of the arena.
Tang Siyu and Leng Hanyue stood facing each other.
Tang Siyu was dressed in a light yellow outfit, and her slightly upturned eyes were now filled with sinister and ruthless intent.
Her long sword pointed diagonally at the ground, its blade gleaming coldly, and her spiritual energy surged around her, exuding an aggressive aura.
Leng Hanyue, however, was the complete opposite of her.
She wore a flowing, ice-blue dress with wide sleeves, the hem moving without wind, like an ice lotus in bloom.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like autumn water frozen in ice, and her long eyelashes drooped down, obscuring most of the emotions in her eyes, leaving only a sense of cold indifference.
She simply stood there quietly, naturally exuding a cold aura that kept strangers at bay, like an ice fairy who stood apart from the world, completely out of place in this noisy arena.
Even the air around her seemed to be filled with tiny ice crystals, shimmering faintly in the sunlight.
Tang Siyu stared intently at the face that made her feel ashamed of herself, her eyes burning with jealousy.
"Tang Siyu of Taixu Palace, please enlighten me."
She held the sword in one hand, pointing it at Leng Hanyue.
Leng Hanyue didn't even lift her eyelids, her long, thick eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes, and simply gave a faint "hmm".
Her voice was clear and melodious, like jade shattering and ice cracking, yet it was completely calm, as if the other person was simply stating a fact that had nothing to do with her.
She didn't even take out her signature ice marrow bow.
This complete disregard angered Tang Siyu more than any words.
She let out a sharp cry, said no more, and with a swift movement, transformed into a streak of azure light. The tip of her sword trembled, instantly splitting into dozens of illusory sword shadows that swept towards Leng Hanyue like a storm.
Faced with this dazzling offensive, Leng Hanyue finally made a move.
She did not retreat; her ice-blue skirt fluttered slightly, her steps were mysterious and subtle, and her figure moved like a ghost through the dense sword shadows.
Those sharp sword energies always grazed her clothes by the slightest difference, without even cutting a single strand of her hair.
Her movements were elegant and precise, as if she were strolling leisurely, without a trace of worldliness, and her icy eyes remained calm and undisturbed.
"Are you just going to hide?"
Unable to break through Leng Hanyue's defenses, Tang Siyu's anger intensified. Her swordplay changed, becoming even more ruthless and cunning, targeting Leng Hanyue's vital points. Some of her sword strikes were even clearly aimed at crippling Leng Hanyue's cultivation, displaying extreme malice.
This time, Leng Hanyue did not dodge.
Just as an extremely insidious sword aura silently pierced towards the side of her dantian, her right hand, which had been hanging naturally at her side, finally rose.
Her five fingers were slender and jade-like, with a wisp of extremely cold white energy swirling around the fingertips. She struck first, hitting the weak point of the sword energy with unparalleled precision.
"Ding!"
A crisp sound, like the cracking of ice.
That sinister sword energy was like a collision with ancient ice, instantly freezing and shattering!
Moreover, that extremely cold power also rebounded through some unseen connection.
Tang Siyu felt a piercing chill from her wrist as she gripped the sword, and her entire arm instantly stiffened and went numb, causing her attack to falter.
She was terrified and hurriedly activated her spiritual power to dispel the chill.
In that instant when she hesitated, Leng Hanyue made her move.
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