Emperor Qiankun

Chapter 466 A draw? You're too kind!

"Boom..."

Two terrifying energies collided violently like two giant meteorites!

In an instant, the world changed color, and the wind and clouds shifted dramatically.

The shockwave from the collision spread outwards like a raging tsunami, destroying everything in its path.

At that moment, it was as if an invisible hand was stirring up the world, and a tornado that blotted out the sky was blown up.

The tornado, like an angry dragon, swept wildly across the city, whipping up sand and stones, and filling the sky with flying dust.

It was like the end of the world.

Upon seeing this, many cultivators immediately activated their protective techniques.

They either erected a shield of profound energy or summoned magical treasures to protect themselves, keeping the raging tornado at bay.

At the same time, all the cultivators stared wide-eyed.

His gaze was fixed on the Rising Dragon Platform, his eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness.

Everyone wanted to know what the final outcome would be after this earth-shattering attack.

Before long, the gale gradually subsided, the sandstorm dissipated, and it was as if a nightmare had finally ended.

Then everyone saw the two people standing on either side of the Rising Dragon Platform, like two war gods facing each other.

Kan Wushuang's white robe was already tattered and torn, and the once snow-white clothes were now filthy.

His body was covered in dust and blood, his face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was disordered, clearly indicating that he had suffered a great loss in this fierce collision.

Lu Wuwei's black and white Taoist robe also had holes in it.

Blood gushed from the hole, staining a corner of the Taoist robe red.

But his posture remained upright, and his eyes revealed an indomitable fighting spirit.

"A tie?"

In the crowd, someone spoke first, their voice tinged with doubt and uncertainty.

"What do you mean, a draw? Are you blind? Didn't you see Lu Wuwei was bleeding? He lost!"

The cultivators who supported Kan Wushuang showed joy on their faces, as if they had already seen the dawn of victory, their expressions full of pride and arrogance.

"Bullshit! Kan Wushuang's condition is clearly worse; he's probably more seriously injured, perhaps even to the point of being fatally wounded..."

The cultivators who supported Lu Wuwei were not to be outdone and immediately shouted, their voices filled with anger and fanaticism.

For a moment, the cultivators present were abuzz with discussion.

The noise was as loud as a marketplace.

Various opinions and speculations intertwined, making the whole scene even more lively and extraordinary.

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At this moment.

Li Qingyuan was also intently observing the state of the two at this moment.

He closed his eyes slightly, carefully sensing the residual Xuan energy fluctuations in the surrounding air and the aura emanating from the two people.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a look of surprise flashing in them.

He was surprised to find that Lu Wuwei's breathing was steady and long, like a bottomless lake, calm and undisturbed.

There was still a faint strength left to fight again; that indomitable fighting spirit was like a burning flame, leaping in the shadows.

In contrast, Kan Wushuang's aura was unstable and unsteady, like a flickering candle in a storm, teetering on the verge of collapse.

It seems like there's a reversal of the flow of qi and blood!

He had clearly suffered a serious injury, and his internal energy was in complete disarray...

This discovery made Li Qingyuan glance at Lu Wuwei a few more times.

His eyes were full of curiosity and surprise, and he thought to himself:

How could Lu Wuwei actually defeat Kan Wushuang, who ranked fourth on the Heavenly Pride List?

Buddhist disciples truly possess a foundation and strength beyond ordinary people's imagination; they are terrifying and should not be underestimated!

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And at this moment, in the arena.

Kan Wushuang stared intently at Lu Wuwei like an enraged lion.

The murderous intent that could not be concealed in his eyes surged forth like a raging tide.

He felt that what had happened today was a great disgrace to him!

It was as if a heavy boulder was pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

Ordinary cultivators might not be able to see the true state of his body, but he himself knew it all too well.

He himself was already injured, and his internal organs felt as if they had been hit by a heavy hammer, causing a dull pain.

In contrast, Lu Wuwei only suffered a minor scrape, an injury he considered utterly insignificant...

Lu Wuwei, who has not yet broken through to the King Realm, is already this powerful;

If he successfully breaks through to the next level, wouldn't that be like adding wings to a tiger? Defeating him in the future would be as difficult as ascending to heaven...

At that moment, a barely concealed murderous intent flashed in Kan Wu's eyes.

The murderous intent was like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, cold and deadly.

But he quickly composed himself, and his face regained its cold and arrogant expression.

At this moment, Lu Wuwei, standing opposite him, appeared calm, slowly cupped his hands, bowed slightly, and said in a clear voice:

"Concession!"

The voice was deep and powerful, echoing through the air.

Then, with steady steps, he slowly descended from the Rising Dragon Platform and leisurely departed.

His silhouette was elegant and graceful, like a hermit who had seen through the vanities of the world.

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"what's the situation?"

"What does Lu Wu mean by this? Does it mean he really won?"

"Could it be that Kan Wushuang was defeated? How is that possible? Kan Wushuang is the fourth strongest on the Prodigy Ranking!"

"Impossible! In my opinion, Lu Wuwei was severely injured and dared not fight anymore, so he hurriedly left, wanting to save face..."

"That makes sense. Lu Wuwei must have been outmatched and fled in disarray, otherwise why would he have left in such a hurry..."

"..."

The cultivators below the stage began to discuss the matter again.

The noise was deafening, like a pot exploding in chaos.

Various speculations and opinions intertwined, making the whole scene increasingly chaotic.

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Kan Wushuang found herself amidst the surging tide of discussion.

He felt as if every word was a sharp dagger, stabbing his already fragile self-esteem.

My face immediately burned, as if I had been slapped hard by countless invisible hands, hot and stinging.

What exactly did Lu Wu mean by this?

Was she deliberately mocking him?

Or is there a deeper meaning...?

His mind was in turmoil, a jumble of thoughts rushing in, yet he had no clue what to make of them.

The key point is that he cannot admit that he has fallen into a disadvantageous position at this moment.

After all, he was a renowned expert on the Prodigy Ranking, enjoying a high reputation both inside and outside the sect.

Once he admits defeat, his reputation, which he has painstakingly built over many years, will be ruined and he will become a laughing stock.

Therefore, after taking several rapid breaths.

Kan Wushuang tried her best to calm her turbulent emotions and restore her usual composure and calmness to her expression.

Then, he spoke slowly, his voice slightly hoarse but still carrying a hint of arrogance:

"I am deeply grateful to all of you fellow Daoists for taking the time and effort to come and watch the battle. I will always remember this kindness..."

"However, I have urgent matters to attend to at the moment, so I will take my leave now..."

Having said that, he didn't want to stay in that embarrassing place for even a moment longer.

It's as if if you linger for even a second longer, your last shred of dignity will crumble to pieces like broken porcelain.

He walked hurriedly away, and his retreating figure appeared somewhat disheveled, as if he were fleeing.

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