Chapter 1031: I’ll Take Care of It

On the seats of the Divine Sons of Kunlun Divine Sect,

Nine divine sons were seated with an air of majesty. One of them laughed and said, “Tell me, how many moves do you think this opponent can last against our junior sister?”

Another divine son shook his head, “It’s hard to say. If our junior sister gets serious, I reckon she’ll suppress him within ten moves.”

“If she’s just toying with him, it might take longer. But then again, the Ling Wuzun would suffer a huge humiliation,” one of them remarked.

“Haha, I think the same. Although she’s a woman, our junior sister mustn’t be underestimated.”

…

On the seats of the Sect Masters,

“Master Han, what do you think of this female disciple of yours?” the Sect Leader of Kunlun Divine Sect asked with a smile.

Han Jun tian glanced over, “Not bad.”

“Hehe,” the Sect Leader of Kunlun Divine Sect chuckled softly to himself, “Don’t underestimate her. I think your disciple will be in trouble soon.”

Han Jun tian didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the battle arena.

“Please show me your skills,” Ling Wuzun said, and in an instant, his body moved. His expression turned serious, and he directly unleashed a divine ability—an enormous palm strike that darkened the sky, with surging divine energy, aiming to suppress Yan Qingshui.

Yan Qingshui’s form flickered, “Not bad, not bad. The Five Elements Palm, sealing heaven and earth, blocking all my movements. Pity you haven’t mastered it well enough.”

Yan Qingshui concentrated slightly, and suddenly a long whip appeared in her hand. The whip was snow-white, and when it struck the ground, it instantly froze the entire arena.

With a sweep of her hand, the whip cracked through the air, freezing the very void itself.

“What do you think? Isn’t your movement slowing down?” Yan Qingshui said.

Ling Wuzun was angry inside. In a serious match, why so many words? He immediately shook his body, and a radiant light, like a blazing sun, erupted from behind him, piercing straight into the void.

The frozen void instantly melted.

“Not bad, not bad. The Divine Son of Tian Di Sect indeed has some talent, but it’s still not enough,” Yan Qingshui muttered darkly. With a flick of her whip, it twisted like a dragon and directly aimed for Ling Wuzun’s chest.

“Great Luo Heavenly Hand, suppress!”

Ling Wuzun had also improved over the past few years, cultivating many powerful divine abilities.

Especially the “Great Luo Heavenly Hand,” which was extraordinary. “Great Luo” signified eternal space, transcending everything.

This palm strike was mighty, covering the entire arena, leaving Yan Qingshui nowhere to escape.

“Good!” Seeing this, Jian Cangqiong exclaimed in shock.

The disciples also started discussing.

“Brother Ling’s power is so strong. This divine ability is one of the most supreme in our sect!”

“This woman is done for. How many moves can she last against Brother Ling?”

“This Divine Son of Kunlun Sect is too arrogant. Does she really think our Tian Di Sect’s seniors are weak?”

“Go, Brother Ling!”

…

The Divine Sons of Kunlun Sect also began discussing.

“Indeed, Ling Wuzun has reached a certain level in this divine ability.”

“Yes, an ordinary person would find it hard to resist. But against our junior sister, he’s still far behind.”

“Look, junior sister seems to be done playing with him.”

“It’s over. Kunlun will sweep away Tian Di. This match will allow Kunlun to dominate Tian Di for a hundred years.”

…

“Boring, boring. I thought you were that strong, but it turns out you’re just average,” Yan Qingshui looked at Ling Wuzun with a slight smile on her lips. “Your strength would barely qualify you as an inner sect disciple in Kunlun.”

“You…” Ling Wuzun was almost spitting blood at this moment. This woman was too cruel, humiliating him like this.

She was even more vicious than that Lin Fan.

“Never be careless during a match,” at this moment, Yan Qingshui suddenly appeared in front of Ling Wuzun.

Ling Wuzun was immediately startled, panic showing on his face. He wanted to push her back, but it was already too late. Yan Qingshui’s foot came down, stepping on his face.

Boom!

The arena violently shook, the hard bricks exploded, and dust covered the entire arena.

“What’s going on?”

“Brother Ling, he can’t have lost, right?”

“Impossible, absolutely impossible.”

When the dust settled, everyone saw the scene on the arena, and they were all stunned, their eyes filled with shock.

Brother Ling had indeed lost.

The Tian Di Sect’s Divine Sons felt a pain in their hearts. Another defeat, again.

“Your strength is too weak,” Yan Qingshui directly stepped on Ling Wuzun. For any Divine Son, this was intolerable, especially being humiliated by a woman’s foot. How would he face others in the future?

“Damn it!” Ling Wuzun roared in fury.

On Yan Qingshui’s beautiful face was a look of disdain, “Stop roaring. Your strength is far inferior to mine. Even if you cultivate for another hundred years, you still won’t be my match.”

“Take your foot off me,” Ling Wuzun couldn’t believe he had lost so quickly, not even having a chance to react.

That kick just now seemed to transcend space and time, arriving before him in an instant.

This… this…

“Have you admitted defeat?” Yan Qingshui looked at Ling Wuzun under her foot, a proud expression on her face.

Ling Wuzun didn’t speak, struggling continuously.

But although Yan Qingshui was a woman, her strength was like a mountain, pressing heavily on Ling Wuzun’s face.

The Divine Sons of Kunlun Sect looked at the scene before them and began to laugh.

“Junior sister is going to torture his mind again.”

“Haha, another Divine Son of Tian Di Sect is probably ruined. Those humiliated by junior sister rarely recover their confidence.”

“Still, we have to admit, the Sect Leader of Tian Di Sect is quite composed.”

“What can he do if he isn’t? This is a fair match between Divine Sons. If you lose, it’s just because your skills are inferior.”

…

On the Sect Leader’s platform,

“This is going too far,” the Sect Leader of Kunlun Divine Sect said apologetically, though his eyes were filled with pride.

Han Jun tian sat there, his inner fury seemingly about to erupt, but he calmed himself down afterward.

The Sect Leader of Kunlun Divine Sect then looked at Yan Qingshui, “It’s about enough. Don’t ruin the relationship between our sects.”

“Master, I understand,” Yan Qingshui nodded, then directly kicked Ling Wuzun away, coldly snorting, “Hmph, useless trash. With such strength, you’re called a Divine Son? Ridiculous.”

Then Yan Qingshui looked at the Divine Sons of Tian Di Sect, “I haven’t finished fighting yet. Does Tian Di Sect really have no one worthy of challenging me?”

She pointed her whip at two other Divine Sons, “You two haven’t fought yet. Well then, come up and test your strength against me.”

The disciples of Tian Di Sect were furious.

At first, they thought this woman was truly beautiful, and they had a little affection for her. But now, they were furious. Arrogant, too arrogant. She clearly didn’t take the Divine Sons of Tian Di Sect seriously.

The Divine Sons of Tian Di Sect who hadn’t fought yet were also burning with anger. But Yan Qingshui’s strength was no ordinary. Even if they went up, they might not necessarily win.

At this moment, the scene was silent, slightly awkward.

“Hmph, if your strength is insufficient, do you even have the courage to come up? Simply disgraceful,” Yan Qingshui said arrogantly.

“You…” At this moment, a Divine Son stood up, clenching his fists tightly, preparing to go up.

But just then, from among the spectators, a voice rang out.

“I’ll go.”

Upon hearing this voice, everyone turned their heads in unison.