Chapter 865: We Won!

Lan Long never thought of killing Gu Dongliu in a flash; after all, he relishes the pleasure of tormenting him.

Those who once dared to face him head‑on have experienced what it means to be worse off than dead.

Gu Dongliu is no exception!

He knows that Gu Dongliu is merely the strength of a low‑level Xuan Emperor, still newly crowned, and compared with his Saint-level Cultivation, the gap is like clouds and mud.

What does Gu Dongliu have to compare with him?

Lan Long thought this, a wicked curve lifting his mouth.

The people of Xiliang city watched the two opposing figures on the stage, their eyes filled with worry, faces solemn.

Honestly, they had no hope that Gu Dongliu could win; they could only pray silently for a miracle.

As for the people of Wuji Hall, they wore relaxed faces; the outcome of this contest held no suspense at all.

Their Holy Son Lan Long was certain to win!

In contrast, Gu Dongliu appeared unusually calm.

His handsome face bore no extra expression, his gaze deep, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

"You go first," Lan Long said lightly.

Gu Dongliu did not hold back; his breath settled, and he launched an attack. His weapon was a Folding Fan, which seemed harmless at first glance, but beneath its artistic veneer it exuded a sharp, iron‑blooded aura.

"Carving Insect Minor Technique!"

Lan Long snorted coldly, effortlessly deflecting Gu Dongliu's attack.

Gu Dongliu's first strike failed, and he kept attacking; again and again, his assaults came thick and fast, like a sudden storm of wind and rain.

Even so, Holy Son Lan Long still responded with ease.

"Gu Dongliu, is this all the skill you have?" his tone was full of sarcasm.

With such meager strength, he's supposedly one of Donglin Country's top geniuses?

Sure enough, a minor state in the Central Region can't even catch his eye!

"Sir, can Dongliu succeed?" Gu Mu looked worried, and Gu Fu was no better. Yet, with matters this far, they had no choice but to trust Gu Dongliu.

"We should believe in him!"

Gu Mu could only nod.

"Now it's my turn!" Lan Long, no longer interested in sparring with Gu Dongliu, began his own rhythm.

Lan Long spoke, pulling out his weapon: a black whip bristling with barbs.

He licked his lips, a blood‑lust flashing in his eyes. The whip was starving, desperate for Gu Dongliu's blood to nourish it.

Holy Son Lan Long cracked the whip, producing a thunderous sound in the void, "Gu Dongliu, take this!"

The words hung in the air as the long whip whirled toward him like a black snake. No one doubted that a strike from it would tear flesh from bone!

Gu Dongliu kept moving, trying to dodge, but Holy Son Lan Long's whip was deft, and Gu Dongliu, far from a match, was soon hit.

Poof~

The sound of the weapon piercing flesh was crystal clear, sending a chill up the spine.

"Dongliu!"

Gu Fu and Gu Mu couldn't help but exclaim, their hearts aching.

"Ha, Gu Dongliu, is this all the skill you have?"

Holy Son Lan Long looked at Gu Dongliu's wounded arm, flesh flayed, with a scornful expression.

Gu Dongliu merely frowned, said nothing, and turned to attack Holy Son Lan Long.

"You have no sense of life or death!"

Lan Long swung his whip, repeatedly lashing Gu Dongliu; though Gu Dongliu was agile, he couldn't avoid being struck.

Soon, bloodstains marred Gu Dongliu's arms, legs, back, and chest, looking especially terrifying.

The crowd below sweated for Gu Dongliu.

Gu Dongliu kept closing in, while Holy Son Lan Long grew increasingly contemptuous.

Suddenly, another Gu Dongliu emerged behind him, darting to the side; the two Gu Donglis and Holy Son Lan Long formed a triangular formation.

"Clone?" Holy Son Lan Long was slightly startled, but not overly surprised.

Although Clone is a rare technique, some in Wuji Hall can perform it.

"I'll be interested to see how long you'll keep playing god and ghost!"

Holy Son Lan Long let out a sharp shout, raised his hand and cracked a whip at one Gu Dongliu; in the blink of an eye, the other Gu Dongliu flashed forward to the targeted Gu Dongliu's front, using his own back to block the strike.

Lan Long smiled knowingly, "Seems my intuition was correct!"

Speaking, he hooked the so‑called fake Gu Dongliu with the whip and flung it toward the edge; the real Gu Dongliu landed near his own feet.

"Gu Dongliu, is that all your Clone can do?"

Gu Dongliu still said nothing. He seemed unusually tight‑lipped today, barely speaking since stepping onto the stage.

Holy Son Lan Long didn't think twice, continuing his assault on Gu Dongliu, but suddenly…

A cold chill rose from behind, his spine stiffening!

He turned sideways to look, finding the Clone on the ground had vanished, and a fierce attack surged from behind before he could react!

"Holy Son, be careful!"

The people of Wuji Hall shouted loudly, no longer the calm they had earlier.

Hoo—

Gu Dongliu's swift strike hit Holy Son Lan Long's back, sending him flying while spitting a mouthful of blood; simultaneously, Gu Dongliu followed, his Folding Fan revealing sharp ribs that glimmered with cold light, pressing against Lan Long's throat.

"You lose."

Gu Dongliu spoke in a deep voice, his tone as cold as ice.

Everyone was stunned.

Gu Dongliu actually won!

His strength at the very first entry into the Xuan Emperor defeated the Holy Son Lan Long, who already possessed Saint-level Cultivation!

"You used deception!"

Holy Son Lan Long dared not act rashly, yet his expression resembled one who had swallowed a fly.

He actually lost to the worthless Gu Dongliu; this is the greatest humiliation in Holy Son Lan Long's life!

"You deliberately caught that whip just now!"

Holy Son Lan Long still hadn't figured it out; he had been tricked by Gu Dongliu.

His purpose in using the Clone Technique was not merely to confuse, but to make him subconsciously mistake the one blocking the whip as the Clone and the protected one as the true body, thereby undervaluing the true body and focusing all attention on the Clone, which gave Gu Dongliu a chance to strike!

Gu Dongliu then showed a cold smile, "You only realize now! However, I'm sorry, it's too late!"

Gu Dongliu said, looking up at the people in Wuji Hall, and raised his voice, "In this contest, the Holy Son of Wuji Hall lost. According to the agreement, from today you withdraw from Donglin Country and may no longer scheme against my Donglin Royal Family!"

"Holy Son Lan Long, what do you say?"

A dark glint flashed in Holy Son Lan Long's eyes, "Of course." He looked as if he were easy to talk to.

Gu Dongliu folded his fan back, turned and walked toward the stage, not seeing the fleeting dark glint in Holy Son Lan Long's eyes.

At that moment, the Donglin Emperor on the Dragon Throne felt his vision blur.

"Could it be because I'm too excited?" he muttered to himself, "Seems I'm truly getting old!"

Suddenly he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his chest; he clutched his heart, his expression growing painful.