"What’s Elder Ding to me..." Vijaya Tao began, but his words abruptly stopped.
Ruma Yang’s eyes turned as cold as death as he glared at Ding Huiqing, his expression grim, "What relation do you have to Ding Chengxin?"
"How dare you! Do you think you can just casually speak the name of Elder Ding?!" Senior Brother Zhang shouted angrily.
In the Green Lotus Sect, there are ten ranked elders.
Each of these elders is incredibly powerful and rarely shows themselves.
Elder Ding is ranked 5th among the elders of the Green Lotus Sect.
Even the leader of the Eternal One Sect has to be respectful when meeting them, let alone ordinary disciples.
Ruma Yang’s face darkened, and Vijaya Tao along with the other disciples broke out in a cold sweat.
This seemingly ordinary Ding Huiqing was actually a descendant of one of the ten elders of the Green Lotus Sect.
Who could have guessed?
If they really offended him, and he complained to his elder when he got back, it could cause big trouble for them.
Ruma Yang stared at them with a dark gaze, wondering if he could kill everyone here.
After thinking it through, he realized he probably couldn’t.
But to just let this go?
Where would his pride be then?
Since he couldn’t do anything to Ding Huiqing, he decided to target someone else.
Ruma Yang’s eyes swept around and settled on Vincent Tan, who looked innocent.
Narrowing his eyes, he asked, "Did you just say I’m sick?"
Vincent looked confused but nodded his head, "Yeah, don’t you think so?"
"How dare you!" Ruma Yang’s voice thundered.
"Be careful," Senior Brother Cao said with a cold smile, "Vincent Tan is the youngest son of Elder Tan, who is known for his fiery temper. If he gets even a scratch, our Elder Tan won’t let whoever hurt his son off easily."
Ruma Yang’s expression twisted like he had swallowed a fly.
This seemingly clueless boy was the son of the famously hot-headed Kai Tan?
After two failed attempts to assert dominance, Ruma Yang’s face flickered with uncertainty.
Finally, he turned to Amalia and said, "The fact remains that you stole the Eight Gods Blade technique from the Eternal One Sect. The Eight Gods Blade is a secret technique that our sect doesn’t share. You need to explain how you got it, or the Eternal One Sect won’t let this go."
"If I remember correctly, the Eight Gods Blade was stolen from your sect a while ago. How can you prove that I’m the one who took it?" Amalia replied calmly, her expression unchanged.
Vijaya Tao mocked, "If you didn’t steal it, how do you know the Eight Gods Blade technique?"
Amalia responded coldly, "When the Eternal One Sect’s technique was stolen, I was either not born yet or just a child. Are you saying I snuck into your sect decades ago to steal it? Is your logic that weak, or are you just looking for an excuse to pick a fight?"
Vijaya Tao was stunned, his eyes widening in shock.
"The Eternal One Sect is really something," Amalia continued with a sneer, "While devils are lurking around, ready to attack, you’re already eager to cause trouble for your allies. Do you think just because you’ve reached the Nascent Soul stage, you’re untouchable? I’ve killed even peak Golden Core demonic beasts. Do you really think I can’t beat you?"
A powerful, strong aura surged from Amalia.
Kenny Lin watched her with a smile in his eyes.
This was his fiancée—a confident, powerful, and strong woman.
Ruma Yang’s face turned dark with anger, "You may have killed that Golden Core demonic beast, but it was only because you used our Eternal One Sect’s Eight Gods Blade technique! Without it, what are you? Probably not even worthy of being called a prodigy."
A sharp, powerful aura burst from Amalia, "So, are you saying you want to fight me?"
"Let’s fight then. I’m not afraid of you!" Ruma Yang’s eyes flashed with a brief glimmer of excitement, thinking no one noticed.
But little did he know that Kenny Lin’s cold eyes had caught his every move.
"If I was afraid, I wouldn’t have suggested it," Amalia said, fully aware that her words played right into Ruma Yang’s hands, but she didn’t care.
If he wanted a fight, she was ready to fight him, "But if we’re going to fight, there should be something at stake."
Ruma Yang immediately responded, "Fine. If you lose, you have to hand over the Eight Gods Blade technique, swear never to use it again, and give us all the top-grade spirit stones and essence you’ve mined here."
Amalia replied, "I can agree to that. But if you lose, what then?"
Ruma Yang asked, "What do you want if you win?"
Amalia smirked. "If you lose, every time you see me, you have to call out, ’Ruma Yang is Amalia’s defeated foe.’"
Ruma Yang was stunned for a moment before his expression darkened, "The fight hasn’t even started yet, and you’re talking like you’ve already won. Isn’t that a bit too soon?"
He thought Amalia would demand that he drop the issue of the Eight Gods Blade technique.
Instead, she made such an unexpected request, which made him secretly sneer.
"It’s not too soon. For me, the outcome is already decided. Or are you afraid?" Amalia shot back.
"Afraid? Not at all! Since this is all you’re asking for, I’ll gladly agree," Ruma Yang replied with a cold smile.
"You thought I’d ask for the Eight Gods Blade or some other resources?" Amalia continued, seeing through his thoughts, "Your stuff isn’t worth my interest."
In truth, even if the Eternal One Sect had found some special resources, they’d likely have already used them.
Ruma Yang’s anger flared, "I’d like to see how you plan to beat me!"
"To beat you, one strike is enough," Amalia said calmly.
Ruma Yang’s eyes narrowed, "You’re going to use our Eternal One Sect’s Eight Gods Blade against me?"