CHAPTER 453: CHAPTER 323: HONG MINGYUE, HUMILIATED

The green light could retract and extend, which was peculiar indeed.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t green light at all, but clearly a green silk thread.

At the end of the thread shone a bright golden light, revealing a perfectly round and delicate bell.

What was that?

Below the platform, Ye Lingyue suddenly widened her eyes.

Using a bell along with ribbons as weapons, there was only one person in the entire mainland who did so.

Therefore, having seen it only once before, Ye Lingyue recognized the spiritual artifact—it was the Heavenly-level Spiritual Treasure, Beidou Exchange Bell.

The man on the stage was unmistakably Bo Qing, whom Ye Lingyue had once encountered in the Taiyi Secret Realm.

Despite the bell’s seemingly cute appearance, it was incredibly powerful and moved extremely fast, transforming into a streak of golden light that hit right below the disciple from Heavenly Armor Sect.

The disciple from Heavenly Armor Sect uttered a pitiful scream, like a moth with broken wings, tumbling down from the platform and crashing towards Hong Mingyue.

Hong Mingyue’s eyes shifted, and she drew the Canghai Three-Life Flute from beneath her sleeve, gathered her Primordial Power, and braced to catch her disciple.

Yet, unexpectedly, Bo Qing’s thin lips curved upward, and a loud bang was heard as something exploded suddenly.

Caught off guard, Hong Mingyue only felt a shower of flesh and filth on her face. Wiping with her hand, she found it smeared with bright red blood.

Hong Mingyue was momentarily stunned; the disciple from Heavenly Armor Sect had fallen to the ground, and a certain part of his lower body was gone, bleeding profusely.

Hong Mingyue’s pretty face turned pale as she looked down and saw the filthy object that had landed on her face—it was indeed that dirty thing...

"Insulting the purity of a woman, a heinous crime; today, this young master has castrated you, let’s see how you commit evil in the future." On the platform, Bo Qing casually retrieved the Beidou Exchange Bell, and a layer of thin ice seemed to form in his enchanting eyes.

His side profile was sharp as a knife’s carving, and though he was more beautiful than a woman, there was none of his usual effeminacy at this moment.

With a single move, Bo Qing had crippled the lifeblood of that man from the Heavenly Armor Sect and also humiliated Hong Mingyue. His methods were as vicious and ruthless as Jueqing’s usual style, indeed cut from the same cloth.

In an instant, Hong Mingyue’s complexion turned deathly pale, the nausea unbearable, and she couldn’t help vomiting.

The disciple from the Heavenly Armor Sect had already passed out and was quickly carried away by others.

On the side of the Dark Forces, uproar erupted, as if the sky was about to explode.

"Young Sect Master is valiant!"

"Young Sect Master’s divine skill is unparalleled in the world."

"Young Sect Master, you’re so charming!"

In a blink, men and women, old and young, all shouted their praises towards the stage. In contrast, those from the Righteous Path had sullen faces, looking as if they had lost their own fathers.

Ye Lingyue was also secretly amazed; it had only been half a year, and she did not expect Bo Qing to be this remarkable, truly deserving a second look after three days.

During the last encounter in the Taiyi Secret Realm, he had disguised himself as a woman, appeared lethargic, and with only his Elixir Realm cultivation, he relied on his spiritual artifacts to fend off many enemies.

But today’s move revealed genuine strength. Looking at his power, he was already around the Reincarnation Second Realm, and when compared to Luo Song from the Reincarnation Three Paths, he was actually on par.

"Bo Qing, I’m going to kill you," a scarlet fury filled the bottom of Luo Song’s eyes.

With that, the Wind Riding Treasure Bottle suddenly soared into the sky.

The originally smooth body of the bottle now bore numerous halos of light, from which suddenly shot forth countless streams of bone-chilling cold. This icy breath was so frostily penetrating.

When the icy breath appeared, a swirl of green wind power circled around Luo Song.

"What a fine Earth-level Spiritual Artifact with dual attributes of wind and water," Bo Qing always had the greatest fascination with collecting various Spiritual Artifacts.

He spotted at a glance that Luo Song’s Wind Riding Treasure Bottle was out of the ordinary.

A more serious expression crept onto his carefree face.

Inside the Wind Riding Treasure Bottle, the icy breath swept over like a winter day sealed off, howling as it came, instantly turning everything it touched into ice.

That cold air descended like a blanket, instantly icing up the arena, as if it were the Arctic Ice Field itself.

The previously insulted Female Alchemist, terrified, curled up, yet even so.

The bone-chilling icy breath stiffened her body, turning her originally pale skin a dark purple hue.

Bo Qing’s expression slightly condensed. In his hand, the Beidou Exchange Bell rang with a clear tinkle; threads transformed into several strands, instantly forming a vast sky-covering net that blocked the icy breath.

That net held the icy breath at bay.

On the arena floor, blue and green interlaced, as the icy breath from within the Wind Riding Treasure Bottle kept bombarding the net trying to tear it apart.

Luo Song’s gaze was icy. His strength was, after all, a full Reincarnation Tribulation greater than Bo Qing’s.

Although the opponent was wielding a Heavenly-level Spiritual Treasure, the finer the Spiritual Artifact, the more Primordial Power it consumed to control.

So Luo Song was absolutely confident that if it took time, Bo Qing would surely be unable to sustain the effort.

At that moment, Bo Qing’s body shuddered, seemingly running out of Primordial Power.

"Ha ha, kid, can’t hold on anymore, right? Your Heavenly-level Spiritual Artifact will be mine," Luo Song greedily eyed the Beidou Exchange Bell and suddenly let out a roar.

The Wind Riding Treasure Bottle swiftly grew in size, becoming as large as a small hill, and with a howl, slammed ferociously into the Beidou Exchange Bell.

At last, the large net could no longer hold, shattered and flew out, and the bells on it also ejected away.

Luo Song’s greed vocalized loudly, he stepped forward, and following the momentum of the Wind Riding Treasure Bottle, reached out to grab the Beidou Exchange Bell.

But just then, the Beidou Exchange Bell emitted a deafening strange cry.

That cry, like a demon sound piercing the brain, caused Luo Song’s head to throb with pain, and the Beidou Exchange Bell, like a mischievous fish, slipped through his fingers and escaped.

Immediately after, an extremely sharp long cry rang out, and the Beidou Exchange Bell grew from the size of a dragon’s eye to the size of a fist, turning into a small meteor that smashed into the Wind Riding Treasure Bottle.

This blow was not insignificant; the clash left a hole in the Wind Riding Treasure Bottle due to the violent Primordial Power.

Luo Song was shocked. He endured the dull pain in his head and was about to put away the treasure bottle.

But Bo Qing was not one to let things go easily.

Several sharp clashes were heard, and like a kite with a cut string, the Wind Riding Treasure Bottle was smashed with pits all over.

"A broken chamber pot dares to compare with my Beidou Exchange Bell, watch me smash your Spiritual Artifact into a colander," Bo Qing laughed wildly, his handsome face glowing with wicked triumph.

An Earth-level Spiritual Artifact being likened to a broken chamber pot, such arrogant words, under the heavens, probably only Bo Qing would dare to utter.

Luo Song was so angry that he vomited blood, the pain in his brain persisting without relief. He had no desire to prolong the battle and, with no other option, had to put away the Wind Riding Treasure Bottle and almost stumbled off the arena.