"Let that brat, always so arrogant and despicable, finally meet his karma now!"
Someone exclaimed, "Duanmu Fairy's skill is indeed unmatched in the world..." Someone yearned, "Not only powerful but also stunning." "Such beauty with celestial grace, untouched by the mortal world." "When will Duanmu Fairy notice me? Just one look, that's all I wish for..." "Can you have some dignity?" "Exactly..."
There were also some ambitious young talents who lamented: "In this life, I only wish to compete with Duanmu Fairy at the Sword Discussion Conference, to showcase all I've learned in front of her, to stand against her, even if I die at her hands in the end, I will die without regret..."
Their words carried a hint of nostalgia and a touch of tragedy.
A group of sect disciples, imagining the chance to duel with the aloof fairy who resides as if atop the peak of an icy mountain, untainted by worldly dust.
Imagining the scene where their Taoist skills intertwine.
Imagining dying at the fairy's hands, the desolate yet poignantly beautiful picture, they couldn't help but feel a trace of envy and longing.
But soon, someone spoke harsh truths: "Your wish... seems to have been realized by Mo Hua, that brat."
Like a cold splash, everyone's faces immediately darkened.
Mo Hua, as the sect's prodigy, had dueled with the fairy.
He even used spells against the fairy.
Now, indeed he was about to die at the fairy's hands.
Their wished-for "wish", Mo Hua, that brat, truly just lacked "dying at Duanmu Qing's hands" to fulfill it.
Some young talents, feeling as if swallowing a fly, inexplicably felt some bitterness in their hearts.
Many even began silently thinking: "Mo Hua, that brat, can die at anyone's hands, but mustn't die at Duanmu
Fairy's hands, or it'll really be too good for him..."
In the Sword Discussion arena.
Mo Hua, focused on the sword discussion, was oblivious to these people's inner drama.
But he was indeed quite speechless.
Wasn't this supposed to be a "cold and detached" fairy?
Why was she acting like a "madwoman", relentlessly pursuing him to kill?
He mumbled quietly, was it really necessary?
Could the offensive power of these four words really be that big?
But Duanmu Qing paid no heed, only using spells to bomb Mo Hua's location on a massive scale, "cleaning" it.
Linghu Xiao wished to assist Mo Hua.
But the more cold and detached one's temperament, the more stubbornly they are when angered, impossible to rein in even with great strength.
Linghu Xiao's Sword Qi was utterly suppressed by Duanmu Qing's spells.
In fact, he also incurred Duanmu Qing's resentment, brought into the Wanxiao Magic bombing range alongside Mo Hua, oppressed so desperately he couldn't retaliate.
Linghu Xiao genuinely experienced, how terrifying it was when a woman gets angry.
And Cheng Mo and others were not well off either, they were similarly bombarded by spells from other Wanxiao Sect disciples, unable to spare a moment for anything else.
Thus the Taixu Gate was thoroughly oppressed throughout the clash.
Meanwhile, Mo Hua made several attempts to see if he could use spells or formations to change the situation.
But each time he made a move, it would instantly "anger" Duanmu Qing, inciting even larger scale, fiercer spell retaliation.
As one of the Four Sects' top talents, Duanmu Qing was already strong enough.
Not to mention, this was still the "furious" version of Duanmu Qing.
Mo Hua resigned, deciding just to lie flat.
As time went by, Taixu Gate's disciples, one by one exhausted and defeated, were sent out of the arena.
Linghu Xiao gave Mo Hua one last glance, a "helpless" expression, and was also "eliminated."
In the end, only Mo Hua remained.
Mo Hua naturally was still "unyielding till death", seeing no chance of victory, he tapped his forehead, shattering the Dao Discussion Jade, lost and exited.
Duanmu Qing tried to use spells to hold Mo Hua back.
A majestic Wanxiao Five Elements Skill light engulfed Mo Hua entirely.
However, her casting speed was ultimately slower than Mo Hua's by a bit. Before this, blue light flashed around Mo Hua, his figure faded away, already left the arena.
Duanmu Qing coldly stared at the spot where Mo Hua disappeared, her voice deep and icy: "Next time, I will surely kill you... "Mo Hua..."
And so the sword discussion ended.
Wanxiao Sect won a thoroughly satisfying victory.
The audience also witnessed a refreshing sword discussion.
The only flaw being that Mo Hua, the sneaky despicable brat wasn't dead yet again.
But upon thinking about it, a mere Mo Hua wasn't worthy to die at Duanmu Fairy's hands, most people then felt relieved.
The Taixu Gate lost.