The Phoenix Queen

  Yu Zhen Zheng was about to turn his head and instruct the dark guard behind him to help Qing Ge, but before he could speak, he was drawn in by this voice. This voice sounded like someone he knew... But wasn't he still not back yet?

  The sound of the crowd attracted everyone's attention, and they all turned their heads in unison towards one place.

  That person stood amidst the crowd's gaze, as if floating on air, with a carefree and elegant demeanor. He wore a flowing black silk robe with a hem that seemed to be embroidered with a rising flame, outlined in golden thread. The sleeves fluttered, and the flames appeared to come alive. A wide sleeve fluttered, and at his waist was a purple jade belt with white jade inlays, exuding luxury and elegance. His slender figure was set off by the dark silk crown on his head, and his purple hair flowed down from his shoulders like black silk ribbons. He stood there nonchalantly, yet carried an air of dignity, as if he were the ruler of the world, gazing down at the mountains and rivers, and the countless subjects below. No one doubted that the voice they had just heard was not his.

  Unfortunately, he wore a golden mask, revealing only his white chin. The edges of the mask were inlaid with colorful gems, making it even more dazzling and noble beyond words. Through the mask, one could only see those sharp eyes like an eagle's, exuding a faint aura of dominance and majesty.

  Everyone couldn't help but feel regretful, unable to see the man's face. With such a demeanor, what kind of face would be worthy of matching it?

  The man swept his long gown, lightly moved, and in a flash he was already on the high platform. This move was far more brilliant than He Xueying's dark guard earlier.

  He nodded at Qing Ge, as if he was extremely familiar with her. Qing Ge could feel that the person under the mask must be smiling. Who is this? She was certain that there was no such person in her memory, but she didn't mind. At this moment, having someone to make up the number was enough. Who it was had become unimportant.

  She nodded slightly and said coolly, "Thank you, just watch from the side, don't need to lend a hand, I can handle it myself." What she said was matter-of-fact and overbearing to the extreme, yet somehow it felt so natural.

  The man took two steps back to the side of the platform, yielding the stage, and chuckled softly as if he had expected her to say that. He responded, "Alright, you can go ahead boldly, I'll be right behind you, absolutely safe."

  This sentence made Qing Ge stunned for a moment, and she felt like she had traveled to an unknown era. Except for Ping Er, every person she met needed her to be on high alert, and only the comrades in her mercenary group would say such words back then.

  Very kind, she likes it.

  With just this sentence, without saying anything else, she understood the emotions behind it.

  Qing Ge nodded slightly and turned her head to the middle-aged manager below the stage, her smile fading away, her expression cold and clear: "Can we start now?"

  "Of course."

  With a short and sharp clang of metal, the martial contest began.

  The good show has just begun.

  The scene was silent, with all eyes on the stage. They had already placed their bets earlier, and everyone had bet on Qing Ge losing. But this man in a golden mask made it impossible to predict the outcome of this match that was supposed to be without suspense, bringing new excitement - an unknown result.

  However, they wouldn't lose out either - these two women had agreed that whoever lost would have to walk naked through the streets.

  Both of them are beauties, absolutely worth it.

  In a lavishly decorated hall, four people stood facing each other on a high platform, the atmosphere tense.

  Qing Ge pulled out a silver dagger from her sleeve, grasping it tightly with her elbow raised. The cold aura she had been hiding began to emanate freely, and her bright eyes gradually took on an icy hue. A dark energy spread from the slender girl's body, like unending black silk threads that wrapped around and enveloped her. She was a boundless black hole, ceaselessly devouring human life, a void that would not let you live to see tomorrow's sun.

  It was too terrifying. The two He family dark guards, who had taken sacrifice as their lifelong goal, felt a chill in their hearts. They had never thought that they could see such a killing aura in their lifetime.

  The eyes under the man's mask were filled with shock, and she... was too terrifying... just like a lifeless killing machine, without any signs of life. Good heavens, the Murong family... had actually turned her into this!

  Her slender fingers paused for a moment, and her eyes gazed out at the endless misty river. The girl on this high platform was not Mu Qing Ge; Mu Qing Ge would never have such a murderous aura. Only someone who had slaughtered over a thousand people in the Shura Arena and walked out on top of countless corpses could possess this kind of energy! Her pale, jade-like hand clenched into a fist, revealing her tendons and bones - just who was she?

  He Xueying's face was as ugly as a pot bottom, and she didn't have half a bit of elegant lady temperament. She had also learned martial arts, and even if she hadn't, she could feel that kind of instinctual killing aura. Her slender fingers clenched into fists, she couldn't lose, couldn't afford to lose.

  Zhao Xiyu looked at everything upstairs and downstairs with interest, still smiling, tapping his finger joints on the table, "Today, I really don't know who's show to watch..."

  He Xueying's eyebrows turned upside down upon hearing this, and she slammed her hand on the table in anger: "Zhao Xi Yi, what are you talking about!"

  Zhao Xi Yi's fingers lightly tapped the table a few times, with a hint of disdain in his smile. "He Da Xiaojie, I haven't said anything, why are you getting angry? Or do you also feel like you're not confident... I don't plan on becoming an official, my father has already wanted to quit being an official for a long time. Don't give me that 'Da Xiaojie' attitude." The implication was that he wasn't going to be pressured into staying silent like others might be. He had never liked He Xueying, thinking her pretentious and artificial, pretending to be noble and refined, which only annoyed him. If it weren't for the fact that she had a powerful grandfather, who knows how she would have ended up? She was all looks, but even then, there was also the number one beauty, Mu Zi Ru... and now, there was also the stunningly beautiful Mu Qing Ge.

  He Xueying's whole body trembled, and a blue vein burst out on her forehead. She turned to Yu Yichen again and opened her mouth with a wronged expression: "Yichen... look at Zhao..."

  "Xi Yi, never mind, sit down and continue watching!" Yu Yi Chen's eyes didn't even glance at He Xue Ying, the words from his thin lips were very gentle, like feathers gliding over, lightly stroking her ears. Such soft words made He Xue Ying tremble even more violently. Yi Chen never interrupted others' speech, if he did, it meant he was angry.

  She bit her lip and sat down on the stool with a plop, her fingers interlocking in a desperate attempt to suppress the anger burning within. Mu Qing Ge, Mu Qing Ge, it's all because of you.

  The atmosphere upstairs was heavy and oppressive, while downstairs was extremely tense.

  An aura of slaughter permeates the room.

  Clear song black hair fluttering, ink clothes fluttering in the wind, dagger one knock, rush out first!

  Two dark guards suddenly woke up from the oppressive killing intent, their faces changed instantly, and their long swords danced, advancing forward. In an instant, only the sound of clashing weapons was heard in the great hall, and the movements of the three people could not be seen clearly, but a flash of knives and swords cut through the air, dazzling and cold-blooded.

  Only the man wearing a golden mask and Yu Yi Chen, Zhao Xi Yi saw that move clearly.

  Qing Ge's moves carried an aura of absolute slaughter, with black whirlpools advancing along with her. Her moves had no defense at all, only offense, because she believed that the best defense was to attack, making your enemy too busy to counterattack.

  The dagger danced like a butterfly, drawing out silver curves in the air, opening up silver flowers on the other side of the shore. Her cold-blooded eyes flashed by, her speed getting faster and faster, only to see a fleeting shadow, and constantly hearing the sound of tearing fabric.

  It turned out that a dagger could be used so quickly and danced so beautifully, everyone was stunned!

  Two dark guards raised their spirits by two hundred percent, but were gradually trapped by the fast and strange speed and moves. Such a fast speed, never-before-seen moves, beads of sweat began to trickle down from their foreheads.

  Three black silhouettes entwined together became increasingly bizarre, and gradually a faint white object appeared in the black silhouettes, everyone held their breath.

  "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Three extremely sharp sounds accompanied the final movement of the clear song, drawing out a brilliant silver light.

  There were still four people standing on stage, but everyone was stunned, with their mouths agape and eyes wide open, staring at the scene in front of them.

  "My god......this is impossible......" A guest stood up, slapping the table in disbelief, his eyes wide with incredulity.

  "My goodness!" Zhao Xiyi stood up, his face full of astonishment.

  "Ah......" Ning Ke Yun's face turned bright red as she clenched her fists and placed them on her cheeks, her long face a picture of excitement.

  Always calm and gentle, the elegant Yu Yi Chen stood up, looking at the high platform in the arena with a complex gaze. His eyes were filled with various emotions, fixed on the young girl in the arena.