The Prodigal Son of the Mystical Sect

While Lu Xianyuan was worried about Chu Tianxiao, he himself seemed to be unaware of the crisis approaching him. He was still leisurely eating fruits and drinking warm wine, letting Mu Liuling's small hand gently pinch his shoulders. He looked calm and comfortable, watching the field and saying a few words from time to time, just like a standard spectator.

In a blink of an eye, Qin Yun had won the eighth game! Then, without wiping off the sweat, he went straight to the ninth game!

Winning streak!

Winning streak!

Crazy winning streak!

As if to vent all the depression accumulated in the past few days, Qin Yun was extremely ruthless and fierce. He almost picked up all the geniuses with an iron spear, and was arrogant and domineering to the extreme!

Ten consecutive wins!

Everyone exclaimed, and the seventh prince had announced that he would grant a good opportunity after the banquet.

Then...

Eleven consecutive wins!

A celebrity screamed out Qin Yun's name on the spot.

Twelve consecutive wins!

The top group of geniuses in the field sharpened their knives.

...

Until the 18th consecutive victory!

Everyone was speechless.

Qin Yun fought 18 games in a row. From the initial one-shot kill to the later more and more courage, everyone was fascinated by it. Even the Seventh Prince narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking how could this kid be so fierce that he didn't even need to rest and fought 18 games?

He was still in the Lianzhen realm. Such abundant spiritual power was comparable to the Mingyuan realm!

For a time, the brilliance of many geniuses was suppressed by Qin Yun. Many noble ladies had completely ignored their reserve and shouted to Qin Yun like crazy. Seeing this, the anger of those geniuses can be imagined, especially Qin Yun, who seemed to be protesting. Every genius who came out was beaten severely and vomited blood, and there was not even a slight injury. Until this time, Qin Yun had earned enough attention, but he didn't know how much hatred he had attracted...

But Qin Yun didn't care. At this moment, his whole body was filled with excitement and bliss. He clenched his fists, trembled all over, and roared to the sky again and again!

This is his true destiny!

This is his stage!

This is the treatment he deserves!

Qin Yun was like crazy, overjoyed, and his thoughts were extremely clear: "Teacher! Master! Your methods are too clever! That prodigal son has no way out, he can no longer do anything to me, now I am the protagonist of the Autumn Night Banquet, no one is my opponent!"

"Hehe, little disciple, what did the master say? Break it with force, it's easy! That prodigal son can only play tricks, in front of powerful force, these tricks are not worth mentioning at all! He is just a stepping stone on your road, and later, you can easily step over it!"

"Hahahaha!" Qin Yun laughed loudly when he heard it, and then, the nineteenth opponent came to his opposite side...

Chu Huang!

When Chu Huang came on the stage, all the geniuses clenched their fists.

"There's going to be a good show!"

"That's Chu Huang! He will definitely be able to suppress this guy's arrogance!"

"That's right, too arrogant! It's just a fight, is it necessary to ruin people's future in every fight?"

"Chu Huang, kill this guy!"

Chu Huang stepped forward, the bloody aura on his body was still very heavy, with a hidden murderous intention, causing a cry of surprise from the audience. Everyone held their breath and waited for the good show, but what they didn't expect was...

Chu Huang had already transmitted a message: "I have to admit that you have exceeded the expectations of the young master, yes! Even if I want to beat you, it is not easy, but don't worry, I will abide by the agreement. It's a pity that I lost to you, I hope you will also..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his stomach churning, but it was Qin Yun who had already bullied him, countless spear beams were like dragons out of the sea, roaring out, and pierced Chu Huang with thousands of holes!

The light scattered!

Explosions sounded!

Chu Huang, one move, defeated!

The audience exclaimed!

The first thought of all the geniuses was - "Impossible!"

"That's Chu Huang! He specializes in body refining techniques, and his body is extremely strong. How could it be possible..."

"Defeat Chu Huang with one move? Is he still a human?"

"...I'm not as good as him."

Even Chu Huang, after enduring the pain of the gun bursting in his body, was puzzled to the extreme.

"How is it possible...Is he just showing weakness?"

"No...the power of that attack...is definitely not the realm of true refining!"

Before he could figure it out, Qin Yun had already revealed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and transmitted his voice: "Defeated to me? Haha...I tell you, I, Qin Yun, am the true son of heaven, and I don't need you to let me go! You are not qualified to let me go!"

"Do you think I should be grateful for your son's support for me? Haha...so funny! I, Qin Yun, will soar to the sky. Wait, when I deal with that prodigal son, Chu He, will be my next target!"

Chu Huang gritted his teeth and bled. He did come here to serve as a foil for Qin Yun, but who would have thought that he would be such a foil!

"This person cannot be left alive! I must report this to the young master..."

This was Chu Huang's last thought before he fainted. He spat out a mouthful of blood and finally fainted due to his severe injuries. He was then quickly carried away for treatment.

But no one in the field looked at him. Everyone was staring at Qin Yun, with admiration, resentment, fear, and so on in their eyes. Qin Yun seemed to enjoy this kind of attention and closed his eyes comfortably...

After a few breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his body trembled with excitement for a moment!

Then...

He raised his iron spear at an angle!

"According to the rules of the Autumn Night Banquet, after nineteen wins, you can decide the last battle yourself!"

"And my opponent for this last battle...I'll choose you!"

The iron spear suddenly shook and pointed at Chu Tianxiao!

The whole audience was in an uproar!

The Seventh Prince stood up suddenly and tried to say something, but before he could open his mouth, Chu Tianxiao, who had been watching the show, stood up leisurely and bowed to him.

Lu Xianyuan sat back down, but his eyes were still full of worry - he also saw that Qin Yun's last attack was arrogant, and he was definitely not at the level of the True Refining Realm! He could kill Chu Huang, who was at the peak of the Tenth Level of True Refining Realm, in one move. Even if Chu Tianxiao had all kinds of tricks, he was only at the Fourth Level of True Refining Realm. How could he defeat the powerful Qin Yun?

When facing each other, the disparity in strength could not be reversed by a mere trick!

Many people did not know until this time that Qin Yun and Chu Tianxiao were irreconcilable. For a moment, they even felt a little sympathy for Chu Tianxiao. Especially those girls, their eyes were full of pity when they looked at him, as if they were looking at a prisoner who was about to be guillotined, and they could only watch him step by step towards death...

But they didn't know what Chu Tianxiao was thinking.

"With the power of victory and overwhelming momentum, in full view of the public, he turned the tables, pointed his gun at his former enemy, and defeated the strong with the weak?"

"Well... a classic ** fan's revenge script."

Chu Tianxiao spoke slowly, but the first sentence he said was...

"Liuling, do you know what the name of this pot of wine in my hand is?"

When this was said, the whole audience was stunned. Mu Liuling had already prepared to fight to the death on behalf of the young master, but when he heard it suddenly, he was stunned: "Young master?"

Chu Tianxiao did not get an answer, but he did not care, but continued to talk to himself: "This wine... is called 'Yanhua'. When it sinks in the wine pot, the wine fragrance is overflowing, and it can also be kept at room temperature, but if it is poured out, it will easily cool... You also know that the young master does not like cold drinks, so..."

As he said, he poured out a cup and handed it to Mu Liuling, leaving her with a faint smile.

"Hold it... Young master, I will be back soon."