Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Everyone felt a chill run down their spine.
The Overlord Di Mo Xuan was treating this challenge as a game?
What they have seen quaked their hearts.
Especially now when the long sword in Ye Qing Ling’s hand had gone completely violent and there was no way to stop the emerging Yin energy from it.
Could it be that..the Overlord did not worry about the safety of his own disciple?
“But….. if things goes out of hand, I am afraid Seven Miss might get hurt…..” the master replied with concern.
Di Mo Xuan raised his eyebrow slightly and looked at him with a soft glimmer in his lucid eyes.
“It’s alright, it is merely an evil sword. Ah Luo can handle it.”
The fluttering voice of the overlord continued, “If she fails to triumph, this Lord will take care of it.”
Everyone: “……”
The Overlord to take care of it?
Would the Fourth Miss still have a road left to live?
“Absolutely! The lass that I picked can deal with anything! It’s just an evil object only! What’s more, I am still around if she can’t deal with it!” Old Man Gui You blurted out at the side loudly with pride.
An expert indeed, the sinister sword from the dark side was such a powerful weapon but the way they describe it was as if like an ordinary sword.
The Seventh Miss of the Ye’s was really that formidable?
With her Yellow Profound grade, could she deal with the evil sword?
On the stage, both Ye Qing Luo and Ye Qing Ling were standing in the air.
Ye Qing Ling was surrounded by a layer of smouldering Yin energy and under the strong breeze of it, her hair was dancing in the wind like the devil’s advocate claws.
Her scarlet robe had already changed into black.
The turbulent waves continued to gush like a fountain.
As for Ye Qing Luo, she had crossed her arms against her chest as the tip of her feet stood on the edge of the ring.
And below her unmoving eyes was a grin that bore mockful and ridicule as if she was waiting for Ye Qing Ling to be gobbled up by the evil weapon.
The spectators were totally convinced by Ye Qing Luo’s self-confidence.
“Shouldn’t she take this opportunity to tackle the Fourth Miss! By the time Fourth Miss choose to lose her soul to the evil sword, she will be hard to deal with!”
“Is the Seventh Miss waiting for the Fourth Miss to accept the attachment with the sword? Is she that confident to defeat the evil sword?”
“I suddenly feel the charm of the Seventh Miss! I am so in love!”
Everyone was rousing on the on goings.
But at this time, Ye Qing Ling was devoured by the evil sword and had lost her soul and accepted the attachment to it.
Her eyes were like those fish we see in the market, vacant, glossy and dark and her lifeless body was stiff as a board even though she was floating.
“You will regret this….. you will regret this….”
That low hoarse voice repeated the sentence over and over.
At this point, all Ye Qing Ling could voice was only this sentence as she no longer had any self-consciousness and had completely turned into a sword.
“Let the game begin.” Ye Qing Luo gave a smirk off the corner of her lips.
What she had wanted was for Ye Qing Ling to expose the truth about the evil sword under everyone’s nose.
Afterall, seeing was believing.
She did not have much time to wait for the Heavenly Academy to run an investigation.
However, it was a little unexpected that….. the evil spirit of the dark object were so frantic that a drop of blood was enough to make it madly occupy the body of the owner.
It wouldn’t be long before the evil sword devoured Ye Qing Ling entirely.
Devoured?
She wouldn’t let Ye Qing Ling die so easily.
With a cold sneer, Ye Qing Luo rotated the fan at her fingertips and churned red rays within to merge with her profound Qi, creating multifarious waves of wind blades headed towards Ye Qing Ling’s direction.
The game had officially kicked off.