The Cool and Aloof Senior Sister Always Flirts with Me

Chapter 71: Elders Quarreling

"Bang—"

The once-mighty long sword was instantly severed, falling to the ground.

The audience fell into a sudden silence.

The renowned sword "Count," which Li Hao had spent a fortune embellishing with fifty-six lightning symbols, significantly enhanced the sword's power.

Moreover, Li Hao was the son of an elder and had been exposed to immortal techniques from a young age; there was no way he should have been so easily defeated.

But there was nothing he could do.

He was up against Qi Xianqing.

Li Hao stood frozen in place, his expression dazed. "How is this possible? My Count sword couldn't be so easily..."

Qi Xianqing sheathed her sword, saying nothing, but her indifferent gaze filled Li Hao with contempt.

This stung Li Hao deeply.

His eyes quickly turned blood red as he let out a loud cry and charged at Qi Xianqing, throwing a heavy punch in her direction.

Qi Xianqing did not retaliate but gracefully stepped back, her movements under the sunlight elegant, as if this were not a fight but a leisurely stroll in a garden.

With each punch Li Hao threw, Qi Xianqing retreated a step.

Yan Jue looked up, staring blankly at Qi Xianqing on the competition platform.

Each of Li Hao's attacks was effortlessly neutralized by Qi Xianqing with just two fingers. Yan Jue watched Qi Xianqing's movements intently, suddenly recalling a technique from a book in the library about the Buddha's flower-picking fist, which used such graceful postures to subdue the enemy.

In comparison to Qi Xianqing, Li Hao appeared as pitiful as a stray dog.

Li Hao: "Ah!!!"

Li Hao raised a hand and swung fiercely at Qi Xianqing, but she simply sidestepped.

It was no different than a monkey show.

The immortal sword "Count" fell to the ground, and it felt as if Li Hao's heart was bleeding. He no longer cared about his movements or appearance and raised a leg to kick Qi Xianqing in a crude manner.

Suddenly, Qi Xianqing struck, grabbing Li Hao's calf and using that force to throw him out.

The tense first day of the Wulong Peak conference ended just like that.

The dying rays of the setting sun cast a warm glow over the green mountains as the sky gradually darkened, stars twinkling against a backdrop of deep purple.

At night, Qi Xianqing stood in the main hall.

In front of her stood a man in a purple robe.

"I thought that even if you faced Li Hao at the Wulong Peak conference, you would consider my reputation and treat him with some leniency," Elder Li Tian said, struggling to contain his anger. "I have taken care of you in many ways; is this how you treat my son?"

Qi Xianqing lowered her gaze and said nothing.

Li Tian: "My son's Dao heart is something I've painstakingly protected. How could you allow it to be destroyed so easily?"

In a corner, a boy in a purplish-red Daoist robe squatted on the ground, holding his head, his expression horrified. "Father!"

Li Tian turned to look at his frightened son, and his expression softened a bit. "Hao'er, don't be afraid. I'll teach her a lesson for you!"