Amalia’s hand that held the blade was already bloody and mangled, looking almost useless, but compared to Ruma Yang, she seemed like she was fine.
"Ruma Yang... lost?" Ajit Wan who is hiding in the bushes, opened his mouth wide in disbelief.
Ruma Yang was bleeding heavily, his once white robes were now soaked in blood, and it dripped down his body.
A bloodstain stretched from his left eye down to his chin, making him look terrifying.
"Martial Aunt won! She defeated Ruma Yang, who was at the Nascent Soul stage!" The disciples of the Green Lotus Sect snapped out of their shock and shouted so loudly that their faces turned red.
"Martial Aunt defeated Nascent Soul stage cultivator when she was only at the mid-Golden Core stage! She really defeated Ruma Yang, it’s just incredible!" Vincent Tan was so excited as if he had been the one who defeated Ruma Yang.
Ding Huiqing nodded his head in agreement.
He didn’t react as excitedly as Vincent Tan, but the excitement in his eyes was unmistakable.
His hand clenched into a fist—their Martial Aunt who had suddenly appeared was truly amazing.
"Martial Aunt said she only needed one strike, and it really was just one strike," Senior Brother Zhang murmured.
"Martial Aunt is a disciple of Senior Tian Wuya; of course, she’s incredible," Senior Brother Cao said, his face full of excitement.
His reaction was stronger than the others.
His admiration for Senior Tian Wuya had prepared him a little, but the scene in front of him just now still scared him.
It took Kailash Ren a while to find her voice, "What kind of blade technique is this?"
It was so powerful—so powerful that if she had been the one facing that strike, she felt like she would have been killed on the spot.
"Wasn’t that the Eight Gods Blade?" Chanchala Jin looked at Amalia with a complicated expression.
She had actually done it—something that seemed impossible to everyone.
"No," Kailash Ren shook her head,
"The blade light of the Eight Gods Blade is more intense and violent, without any restraint. This strike is very powerful but also very controlled. Before it was unleashed, we couldn’t even sense how strong it was."
This wasn’t the first time Kailash Ren realized she had underestimated someone, and it happened with the same person.
Who could have imagined that someone at the mid-Golden Core stage, without using her strongest and most familiar blade technique, could still manage to defeat someone at the Nascent Soul stage?
Even if this Nascent Soul stage was just achieved and perhaps not fully stable yet, the difference in spiritual power and strength is so great that the two stages are not comparable.
No one would believe it.
Yet, Amalia did it, and she only used one strike to defeat Ruma Yang at the Nascent Soul stage.
If nothing unexpected happens, Ruma Yang is likely finished.
Kailash Ren stared at Amalia without blinking, her phoenix eyes sparkling with a strange light.
Kenny Lin walked up toward Amalia, while holding her bloodied hand, he softly asked, "Does it hurt?"
Amalia glanced at him, took out a restoration pill, and took it directly into her mouth.
The bleeding in her arm stopped immediately.
"It hurt more during practice," she said.
"What if I told you to stop practicing from now on, would that be realistic?" Kenny Lin asked as he looked at her.
Amalia saw that he was still in the mood to joke and replied, "What if I told you to stop practicing, do you think that’s realistic?"
Kenny Lin tilted his head and smiled, "If I don’t practice, how will I be able to protect you in the future? I not only need to practice but also faster than before."
"What a coincidence, me too," Amalia said as she grabbed a handful of top-grade spirit stones to recover her spiritual power.
The secret technique taught by Senior Tian Wuya was even fiercer than the Eight Gods Blade.
This strike had drained all her spiritual power and severely damaged several of her internal meridians.
No wonder Senior Tian Wuya had Amalia train so hard, yet never seemed concerned about whether she could fully unleash the techniques.
If she didn’t strengthen her meridians to withstand that immense power, she would continue to face these challenges.
As her cultivation level increased, the power of her blade techniques would also grow stronger.
If her meridians couldn’t keep up, she would suffer even worse injuries in the future.
Amalia had many issues to deal with now, no less than Kenny Lin.
But in her pursuit of greater strength, she was willing to endure any hardship.
Seeing that Amalia was okay, Kenny Lin walked over to Ruma Yang.
The disciples of the Eternal One Sect finally snapped out of their shock and immediately stepped in front of Ruma Yang, watching Kenny Lin with wary eyes.
"What do you want?"
They couldn’t believe that Senior Brother Yang had actually lost as if the heavens were playing a cruel joke on them.
Senior Brother Yang wasn’t just a prodigy; he was a Nascent Soul cultivator.
How could he lose to someone at the mid-Golden Core stage?
They looked at Amalia with eyes filled with shock and fear, and a hint of terror.
What kind of monster is she?
"Your Senior Brother Yang has lost. Isn’t it time to fulfill your promise?" Kenny Lin said, his voice full of malice.
Everyone was stunned.
Fulfill a promise?
What promise?
When they realized what he meant, they remembered the agreement made before the battle began.
The other side didn’t want the resources they had; instead, they demanded that if Senior Brother Yang lost, he must admit defeat by saying, "Ruma Yang is Amalia’s defeated foe."
When Amalia said this, no one took it seriously because it seemed impossible for a Nascent Soul stage cultivator to lose to someone at the mid-Golden Core stage.
It would be a disgrace.
But who would have thought that Senior Brother Yang not only lost but lost so badly?