Chapter 413: The Concubine Was Beaten

"Of course, this is just a suggestion!"

"You can accept it, or you can refuse it!"

Long Yuan smiled at He Pingsheng: "If you accept, let the host serve as witness— Congciyihou ， Yinguoliaoduan!"

He Pingsheng understood what he meant.

If Qi wins, the Tianque Divine Spear is returned to Long Yuan.

If Liang wins, Qi will never again mention the Tianque Divine Spear.

Will you accept or not?

"He Pingsheng..." Seeing He Pingsheng hesitate, Long Yuan said: "I know you've defeated Xiao Xuan twice before... I know you once shattered the defense of the Tenth Dragon Platform in Liang!"

"You're strong—don't tell me you're afraid?"

Long Yuan stared at He Pingsheng.

He had thoroughly investigated He Pingsheng's battles.

He knew He Pingsheng was strong.

But... he still wanted to gamble, and still believed Xiao Xuan would win.

Because Long Yuan had carefully studied all of He Pingsheng's battles, and had drawn one conclusion.

He Pingsheng is strong.

Every time he kills across a realm, or wins a battle, he mostly relies on talismans, magic treasures, and such.

In short—he depends heavily on external forces.

But now, on this arena, external forces are forbidden.

Besides, yes, He Pingsheng did break through a third-rank defensive array.

But Xiao Xuan isn't incapable either—they tested it before; Xiao Xuan could easily break a third-rank defensive array too.

Finally, what Xiao Xuan fears most is He Pingsheng's toxic attacks.

No problem!

They had prepared for it.

Xiao Xuan had long cultivated a poison-resisting divine art provided by the Qi royal family, which can counter He Pingsheng's toxic spells at critical moments.

With such preparation, how could he lose?

Of course, even if he did lose, it wouldn't matter—the Tianque Divine Spear is already on He Pingsheng's person; retrieving it would be difficult anyway.

No matter how He Pingsheng chooses, or what the outcome, Long Yuan's scheme guarantees at least no loss.

He smiled warmly at He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng nodded calmly: "Fine."

He accepted.

Because He Pingsheng didn't want Qi to keep pestering him for the spear forever.

Who does the Tianque Divine Spear truly belong to?

It's hard to say.

After all, it's an ancestral treasure of Qi—if they keep sending people to claim it, even Liang can't directly intervene to protect it.

If so, better to settle its ownership in a single battle today.

If Qi acknowledges the spear belongs to He Pingsheng, that would be perfect.

"Good!" Long Yuan laughed heartily. "Let Shengshan serve as witness!"

Soon, Shengshan incorporated the terms regarding the Tianque Divine Spear into the dispute between Qi and Liang.

Once the victor is decided, the matter is settled.

Bang...

Liang's third contestant was blasted out of the arena by Xiao Xuan.

Boom...

Boom...

Bang...

Xiao Xuan never paused; after each victory, he rested only briefly before moving to the next.

Of Liang's ten contestants, he had already defeated eight.

The ninth was Princess Liang Huaqiu of Qinghe.

"Be careful!" Zhen Yu glanced at Liang Huaqiu. "If you can't win, surrender immediately!"

"I know!"

Liang Huaqiu leapt onto the arena.

"A woman?" Xiao Xuan sneered as Liang Huaqiu stepped forward. "You can't beat me—just surrender..."

"So I can kill the useless bastard behind you!"

He meant He Pingsheng!

But Liang Huaqiu coldly spoke: "Liang Di Tian Gang!"

She unleashed her strongest technique.

Boom...

Around Liang Huaqiu, a golden barrier instantly formed.

Countless golden spiritual energies and forces condensed into glowing points, flowing toward her body.

Liang Di Tian Gang is the royal family's signature divine art.

It has no offensive power, but it can be channeled into other techniques, increasing their power by fifty percent.

That's how powerful it is.

Xiao Xuan didn't wait.

When Liang Di Tian Gang is cast, it requires a channeling time—about several breaths.

During this time, the caster cannot attack.

The opponent may attack the caster, or flee.

This is Liang Di Tian Gang's greatest weakness.

But here, on the arena, Xiao Xuan had nowhere to flee.

So he could only fight.

"Cut..." Xiao Xuan waved his hand, summoning seven wooden-element arrows from spiritual energy, firing them in rapid succession at Liang Huaqiu.

But the outer layer of Liang Di Tian Gang energy was incredibly strong—it blocked Xiao Xuan's assault.

Seeing this, everyone from Liang sighed in relief.

He Pingsheng nodded: when he fought Liang Huaqiu before, he had tried to break her casting—failed.

One must admit, Liang Di Tian Gang is truly formidable.

"Liang Di Tian Gang is an extremely powerful high-tier divine art!" Zhen Yu Ancestor said calmly. "But this girl's cultivation is shallow—she must expend all her magic power at once to unleash its full strength!"

"Thus, one strike gains a fifty percent boost!"

"If she kills Xiao Xuan, fine. If she fails, trouble follows!"

"Because for over a dozen breaths after casting, she won't be able to fight!"

Zhen Yu Ancestor's voice was low—meant only for his own side.

After several breaths, Liang Huaqiu completed her Liang Di Tian Gang. She glowed faintly golden, like a celestial maiden descending, and said: "Xiao Xuan, surrender now—or when I strike, you'll regret it!"

One must admit, Liang Huaqiu understood psychological warfare.

But Xiao Xuan slammed out multiple shields at once: "Enough talk—come!"

"Good!"

Liang Huaqiu pointed: "Sword... Cut..."

Boom...

In the void, a golden sword dozens of zhang long suddenly hung above Xiao Xuan's head.

One strike—sealing all space.

Xiao Xuan could not escape by teleportation now.

"Fall..."

The giant sword, laden with immense sword qi, descended toward Xiao Xuan's head.

Xiao Xuan had no way to dodge—he channeled all his spiritual energy into defense, reinforcing his shields with boom after boom.

Then he waved his hand: "Ice God Finger..."

A thirty-zhang-long ice-element finger appeared, crashing into the golden sword enhanced by Liang Di Tian Gang.

Boom...

Massive energy waves surged outward, forming tidal ripples that even hurled Liang Huaqiu herself against the cliffside with a bang.

"Puh—" Liang Huaqiu spat a mouthful of blood.

She lost.

Of course, it was predictable.

After all, she was only ranked ninth in Liang—even after using Liang Di Tian Gang.

How could she possibly defeat Xiao Xuan?

"Cough... cough... cough..." Off the arena, Liang Huaqiu sat pale beside He Pingsheng. "Your concubine got beaten—can you get her back?"