Chapter 28: With a Single Palm, Qi Hao Is Sent Flying!

As soon as the elder of the Azure Cloud Sect finished speaking, a wave of astonishment erupted from the disciples gathered below the stage.

“Wow, Senior Brother Sun Hongyang from Dragon Head Peak is at the third level peak of the Jade Pure Realm… How could he lose so easily!”

“He didn’t even need to move a finger to defeat his opponent. Yesterday’s match was the same. Damn, that was impressive! From now on, there’s no one I admire more than Senior Brother Qian. The sect leader’s disciples truly are powerful! Even without formal instruction, he’s this strong—imagine what he’d be like if properly trained!”

“My Brother Qian from Azure Cloud Sect—ruthless, silent, and efficient…”

At that moment, Qian Mo gave a slight bow to the elder. “Thank you, Elder.”

The elder nodded with satisfaction, his heart filled with admiration. He silently resolved to record the details of this young man and nurture him wholeheartedly. If Qian Mo did not perish young, he would surely become a great power within the sect.

Arrogant yet restrained, knowing when to advance and retreat, and—most importantly—so young, yet with unfathomable cultivation. If cultivated fully, he might become a pillar of Azure Cloud Sect.

Qian Mo paid no mind to the elder’s unusual gaze. He couldn’t be bothered, letting his eyes drift to the central arena, only to realize that Lu Xueqi's figure had already departed.

Just as he was about to leave, a disciple clad in white approached, glancing at the unconscious Sun Hongyang lying on the ground with a frown. “What happened here?”

A disciple from Dragon Head Peak hurried to respond, “Senior Brother, Sun Hongyang lost to Qian Mo from Tongtian Peak. He’s now unconscious, and the healing medicine isn’t working.”

Qi Hao frowned, stepped forward, took Sun Hongyang’s wrist, and after a moment, his expression darkened considerably. Lifting his head, he looked at Qian Mo, his tone unfriendly. “Brother Qian, don’t you think you’ve gone too far?”

Hearing this, Qian Mo halted, turned to Qi Hao who was crouched beside Sun Hongyang examining his injuries, and his lips curled into a cold smile. “Who’s gone too far—you know it better than anyone. Don’t think I’m unaware. Do you really take me for a fool?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Hao’s body trembled, his gaze shifting rapidly. He spoke in a low voice, “Brother Qian, the Seven Veins Tournament is meant to inspire disciples from each peak. Yet you’ve crippled Brother Sun—how ruthless!”

Qi Hao’s words had barely fallen when the surrounding disciples of Dragon Head Peak exchanged glances.

A moment later, they all cast murderous looks at Qian Mo. Previously, they’d assumed Sun Hongyang had merely suffered internal injuries.

But to their shock, Sun Hongyang had been crippled—and with just one move. Their anger flared, yet their gazes at Qian Mo became complex.

“To call you sanctimonious would be an understatement. If the sect leader knew you pursued beauty, abused your position, and persecuted new disciples…”

“Utter nonsense!”

Before Qian Mo could finish, Qi Hao interrupted with a harsh shout.

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Looking at Mu Qingxiao’s half-smiling expression, a trace of murderous intent flickered in Qi Hao’s eyes. He thought, “This one is shrewd—I underestimated him. Didn’t expect my scheme to be exposed!”

“Hmph, I’d rather not waste words with you. If you disregard our brotherhood, let’s settle this on the arena!”

With that, Qi Hao signaled his fellow disciples, lifting Sun Hongyang and heading toward the guest rooms.

“Hmph! Just wait and see. You think you’re something, but you’re nothing more than a fish. If I like you, you’re a person—if not, you’re not even a dog!” Qian Mo sneered at Qi Hao.

“You! Bastard! You’re courting death!” Qi Hao, unable to restrain himself, struck out with his palm before the referee could intervene.

Qian Mo faced the murderous palm, casually slapped it aside, “Trash! Get lost!” Qi Hao was sent flying out of the arena.

The crowd below was stunned, unable to comprehend what had happened.

Those observing from above were equally dazed. “Wasn’t Qi Hao at the Jade Pure peak? How did Qian Mo send him flying with just a slap?” a peak master asked.

“Who knows?” Dao Xuan replied languidly.

…

Qian Mo ignored the commotion below and left his arena, heading toward the stage where Zhang Xiaofan had just finished his match.

In the unfolding events, Chu Yuhong of Sunrise Peak was gravely wounded, nearly dying. Zhang Xiaofan wielded the Soul-Devouring Staff, subtly altering the outcome.

With the surge of spiritual energy, Chu Yuhong conceded, and amidst Zeng Shushu’s excited exclamation, Zhang Xiaofan claimed victory in his second match.

Seeing Qian Mo approach, Zhang Xiaofan smiled. “Qian Mo, you’ve finished your match already? I thought I was fast.”

“Brother Qian, you’re done too—congratulations! Let’s hurry onward.”

Zeng Shushu wasted no time, leading the way toward the central arena.

Upon arrival, they found the disciples of Azure Cloud Sect gathered, faces brimming with excitement and lingering satisfaction.

Most were engaged in heated conversation, brows raised with enthusiasm, occasionally glancing toward the now-empty arena, which bore the scars of battle—a clear sign that the match had ended.

Zeng Shushu’s eyes darted about, pulling Zhang Xiaofan through the crowd, clearly searching for someone—Lu Xueqi.

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Zeng Shushu’s intentions were obvious to Qian Mo, though he didn’t care. He himself was somewhat interested in Lu Xueqi’s match results.

After a while, they finally found disciples from Wind Return Peak mingling among the crowd.

Zeng Shushu hurried over. The Wind Return Peak disciples, recognizing him, greeted him with smiles.

Among them, a tall man whom Qian Mo vaguely remembered joked, “You said you’d never miss any of Lu Xueqi’s matches—so where were you?”

Zeng Shushu coughed, “Something came up. Hurry, tell me how the match went!”

A thick-browed man replied, “You already know, don’t you? With the divine weapon ‘Tianyao’ in her hand, even Senior Brother Duan Lei from Tongtian Peak was no match.”

Zeng Shushu’s face showed surprise. “Even Senior Brother Duan lost? He’s a standout at Tongtian Peak, and a favorite to win the Seven Veins Tournament!”

The tall man shook his head, laughing. “What good did it do? You should have seen it—the power of the Tianyao Sword is immense. A flash of blue light, and Senior Brother Duan was defeated. Looks like it all depends on Qian Mo now.”

He continued, still savoring the moment, “You might not believe it, but even at the end, Lu Xueqi never drew the Tianyao Sword from its sheath.”

Standing nearby, Qian Mo’s lips curled into a smile. Xueqi’s cultivation was impressive; otherwise, how could she use the Tianyao Sword?

Zhang Xiaofan’s mouth twitched. Without Qian Mo, facing Lu Xueqi, he would surely be utterly defeated.

Zeng Shushu stared in amazement. “What’s the point of the match then? Who could be her opponent?”

The tall man shook his head. “Not necessarily. The Tianyao Sword’s power is almost the same even sheathed…”

Hearing his analysis, Qian Mo nearly burst out laughing. That’s not how you show off. Do you really think other cultivators are fools?

If the sword’s power was the same sheathed or unsheathed, why would cultivators forge blades at all? Wouldn’t it be better to just use the sheath?

It was simply that Lu Xueqi currently couldn’t fully wield the Tianyao Sword.

(End of this chapter)

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