102: Battle for life

Phoenix Divine Dynasty, Imperial Palace.

"Miss Xiao, I have given you enough time. How have you considered it?"

A middle-aged man wearing a golden robe with dragon patterns looked at the woman in front of him with intense eyes.

He exuded an innate majesty that made people afraid to look directly at him.

"Many thanks for Your Majesty's kindness, but Qingyun is already a married woman, so I cannot accept your affection."

Xiao Qingyun said indifferently, her face without a ripple, yet her eyes filled with firmness.

"I believe you will fall in love with me. I will give you some more time. The day I emerge from seclusion again will be the day of our grand wedding."

The man in the dragon robe revealed an Aura of looking down on everything; his confident demeanor suggested everything was under his control.

Then, he flicked his sleeves and strode out.

"Xiao Chenzi, if you don't appear before that day comes, then we can only meet in the next life."

Xiao Qingyun murmured, her voice filled with endless longing and worry, her eyes looking into the distance, as if expecting that familiar figure to appear soon.

Heavenly Yin Sect.

"Wang Yuyan, do you know how serious the consequences of deceiving me are?"

A middle-aged man with a cold Aura and sharp eyes asked. His gaze was like a cold blade, making people shudder.

And this middle-aged man with a cold Aura was none other than the Heavenly Yin Sect Cult Master, Hong Jinming.

"Subordinate understands. Regarding the news of the heavenly martial divine pearl, Subordinate would not dare to have the slightest concealment."

Wang Yuyan said cautiously, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, her body trembling slightly, clearly full of fear for the Cult Master in front of her.

"Very good. If the news is true, this Cult Master will reward you heavily."

A trace of an evil smile appeared on Hong Jinming's cold face, a smile that made people's hair stand on end.

"Many thanks, Cult Master." Wang Yuyan bowed and said, her voice carrying a trace of trembling.

"Pass down the order to search for this Yang Lingchen in secret. Once found, there will be a heavy reward. Heh, heh, heh..." Hong Jinming finished speaking, grabbed Wang Yuyan, and then slowly...

"..." Wang Yuyan let out a painful sound but dared not resist in the slightest.

Northern Profound Region, Heavenly Origin Palace.

Green Cloud Pavilion.

"Sister Bing, did that bastard Yang Lingchen abandon us?" Nangong Yan was sitting on a lounge chair with her big belly, a trace of resentment on her face.

"He wouldn't. Chener must have encountered some difficulties; we must trust him." Dongfang Yunbing was also heavily pregnant but was still comforting Nangong Yan, her eyes filled with firmness and trust.

"Sister Bing, I feel that in another two months, the child will be born. I wonder if Yang Lingchen likes boys or girls."

Nangong Yan smiled, her face filled with the joy of soon becoming a mother.

"He will like both boys and girls." Dongfang Yunbing smiled, her eyes filled with tenderness and expectation.

At this moment, they were also missing Yang Lingchen very much; after all, it had been almost eight months since Yang Lingchen left with Xiao Qingyun.

Every day, they were looking forward to Yang Lingchen's early return to welcome the birth of the new life together.

Immortal Sword Sect.

After a night of rest.

The next day, Yang Lingchen left his residence in high spirits and walked towards the Immortal Sword Sect Life and Death Stage.

The Immortal Sword Sect Life and Death Stage was a place specifically used to resolve grievances. When Disciples encountered irreconcilable conflicts, the Life and Death Stage was the only legal place to resolve the problem.

The Immortal Sword Sect did not prohibit fighting among Disciples, but they could not maim or kill people. However, once on the Life and Death Stage, there were no restrictions.

Today's Life and Death Stage attracted quite a few Disciples who came to watch the fun. After all, life in Cultivate was dull and boring, so every time there was a Life-and-Death Battle, many people would come to watch.

However, regarding today's Life-and-Death Battle, not many people were optimistic about Yang Lingchen.

Because the gap in cultivation level between the two sides was too large. One was a Core Disciple, Wang Chenyu at the ninth layer of the Spirit Sea Realm, and the other was a new Outer Sect Disciple who was said to only be at the eighth layer of the Spiritual Profound Realm.

Yang Lingchen's arrival did not attract much attention; after all, in the Immortal Sword Sect, there were still very few people who knew him.

Just as Yang Lingchen arrived at the Life and Death Stage, Chen Xueqi suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbed his arm, and said: "Yang Lingchen, don't go up, okay? You are not his match."

Chen Xueqi's face was full of worry and anxiety.

At this time, Wang Chenyu on the Arena also saw Yang Lingchen and said coldly: "Little Bastard, come up and die!"

His voice was full of disdain and provocation.

"You idiot, since you are looking for death, I will grant your wish." Yang Lingchen's eyes flashed with a trace of cold killing intent. He stared straight at Wang Chenyu without any fear.

"You are about to die and still dare to be rampant. Later, I will take your bones apart one by one!" Wang Chenyu's eyes were filled with murderous intent; for Yang Lingchen, he already had the heart to kill him.

"Idiot!" Yang Lingchen smiled contemptuously, as if mocking Wang Chenyu for overestimating himself.

For this Life-and-Death Battle, he didn't take it seriously at all. With his current strength, it wasn't very difficult to kill the other party.

"Yang Lingchen, I'm sorry, it's all my fault for causing you trouble."

Chen Xueqi said timidly, tears glistening in her eyes, her heart filled with guilt.

"Young Miss Xueqi, no need to say sorry. You haven't caused me any trouble. It's just a little flea; I can deal with it in a minute."

Yang Lingchen slowly hooked his mouth into a smile, a smile full of confidence and composure, and then leaped into the air and jumped onto the Arena.

Just at this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a Law Enforcement Elder robe flew onto the Arena.

"Are you two really going to have a Life-and-Death Battle?" The person who came was the Immortal Sword Sect's Arena Law Enforcement Elder, Wang Xuanwu.

"To the death." Wang Chenyu said word by word, sternly, his expression twisted and full of hatred.

"His cultivation level is much higher than yours. If you don't agree, he has no right to force you onto the Life and Death Stage." Wang Xuanwu said sternly to Yang Lingchen, his eyes carrying a trace of concern and worry.

"Many thanks, Elder Wang, but actually, the Life-and-Death Battle was proposed by the Disciple." Yang Lingchen smiled shyly, his smile carrying a trace of stubbornness.

"You brat, you are simply being reckless. Do you know what your cultivation level is? And what is the other party's cultivation level?"

Wang Xuanwu pulled a long face and said seriously. He felt angry at Yang Lingchen's behavior of not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth.

"The Disciple certainly knows. To kill trash like him, for this Disciple, is as simple as killing a chicken or slaughtering a dog. Please, Elder, grant it."

Yang Lingchen bowed respectfully to Wang Xuanwu. For this Elder Wang's character, Yang Lingchen still had a good impression.

Seeing that Yang Lingchen would not listen to his advice, Wang Xuanwu said no more.

He directly took out a Life and Death Contract, handed it over, and said seriously: "Since you insist on this, then sign the Life and Death Contract!"

"Swish... swish..."

The two quickly signed their names on the Life and Death Contract.

"In a Life-and-Death Battle, only life and death are distinguished, not victory or defeat. Begin." Wang Xuanwu said with a trace of majesty in his voice.

"Those who want to bet, hurry up. Betting on Wang Chenyu to win is 20 to 1; betting on Yang Lingchen to win is 1 to 20." A young man wearing a Core Disciple robe started shouting on the scene.

"I bet 10,000 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones on Wang Chenyu."

"I... I bet 30,000 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones on Wang Chenyu."

"I also bet 30,000 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones on Wang Chenyu."

Just at this moment, a crisp and pleasant voice rang out: "This is 50,000 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones. I bet on Yang Lingchen to win."

The owner of this voice was none other than Chen Xueqi off the stage. She continued to shout to the stage: "Yang Lingchen, come on! I have bet my entire fortune on you; you are not allowed to lose."

"Chen Xueqi, you bitch, wait to collect this Little Bastard's corpse!"

Wang Chenyu roared, his face becoming very ugly, his heart filled with jealousy and anger.

At this moment, Wang Chenyu was truly heartbroken. The girl he had been pursuing single-mindedly actually bet on Yang Lingchen to win right in front of him. How could he endure this?

Chen Xueqi did not pay attention to Wang Chenyu but looked at Yang Lingchen with expectation: "You will definitely win, right?"

"Of course." Yang Lingchen's mouth slightly raised, lifting a slightly lethal smile.

"Come on." Chen Xueqi smiled knowingly. At this moment, her smile was so sweet.

"Little Bastard, go to hell!"

Facing the two's disregard, Wang Chenyu could no longer endure it. He roared and slashed a sword directly towards Yang Lingchen.

At this moment, he only wanted to split Yang Lingchen in two.