Open up and break into another world

Xu Ming did not stop her.

Chi Xue danced gracefully.

Her sword light danced as freely as snowflakes; the position of the blade shifted strangely, as if attacking Xu Ming from all directions simultaneously.

"How poignant!"

As the sword light enveloped him, Xu Ming actually felt a strong sense of regret.

The regret in Chi Xue's heart was actually able to be revealed through her swordplay, fluttering on the arena like snowflakes.

Moreover, strangely, it seemed that only Xu Ming could feel this regret hidden within the "Sword Dance". The experts outside the arena, even Wen Mantuo, Old Man Yunqi, Gu Hanmo, and others, did not notice it at all, only finding Chi Xue's swordplay very strange.

"This 'Snow Dance' is indeed stunning. If my cultivation were equal to hers, I might not be able to withstand it!" Xu Ming was amazed, "But unfortunately, my cultivation is far ahead of hers!"

Because of the crushing advantage in cultivation, Xu Ming only felt that Chi Xue's sword trajectory, although strange, was slow and leisurely; he could easily dodge it. However, the strong regret contained in the sword dance constantly impacted Xu Ming.

Xu Ming did not immediately attack and defeat Chi Xue, but constantly moved through the gaps in her attacks, dodging like a phantom.

In this way, Chi Xue also gained more opportunities to display her sword skills.

In addition, since Chi Xue's opponent was Xu Ming, her name naturally spread quickly among the major forces. It was estimated that it would only take a day or two for her name to spread throughout Feiyun City.

After a long time, the dance ended, and Chi Xue sadly conceded defeat and left the stage.

Xu Ming, on the other hand, walked off the stage as the victor.

When Chi Xue was about to return to the Yunwu Pavilion area, she couldn't help but look back at Xu Ming. She knew that the Snow Dance she had just performed was probably a farewell dance between her and Xu Ming.

Looking at Chi Xue's lonely back, Xu Ming just sighed softly: "People always have to take responsibility for what they have done, and even pay the price! What's more, I am not Xu Ming, but Xu Ming; you are Xu Ming's Chi Xue, not my Xu Ming's Chi Xue! And… if I were still that useless Xu Ming, you wouldn't necessarily change your mind, let alone have such deep regret in your heart."

Regarding Chi Xue's attitude, Xu Ming was very clear: "Let it go with the wind."

…

The birthday celebration battle gradually reached its halfway point.

All forces sent some talented individuals they could show off to the stage to battle for the birthday celebration.

There were wins and losses, but in general, each force had won one or two matches. Except for…

The First Prince!

On the First Prince's side, Envoy Zhao had already sent four Savage Sect geniuses to the stage, but without exception, they were all slapped away by Xu Ming.

As time went on, the First Prince's face became darker and darker: "Envoy Zhao, send another genius to the stage! I must win a few matches in this birthday celebration battle, otherwise, it will be too embarrassing!"

At this time, on the Third Prince Wen Shuai's side, not only did Xu Ming shine brightly, but even the few geniuses cultivated by Wen Shuai also won a few matches after taking the stage.

The situation on Wen Shuai's side could be said to be blooming everywhere. In contrast, the First Prince's situation seemed particularly shabby.

The First Prince even felt that even the way his father looked at him was a little strange—if this continued, wouldn't even the throne that was about to be in his hands turn into a cooked duck that flew away?

No, he had to reverse this shabby situation.

"But…" Envoy Zhao glanced at Xu Ming obscurely, "First Prince, should we wait a little longer? I'm afraid that Xu Ming's perverted secret technique is still in effect; if we send someone up now, it will be easy to be slapped down…"

Wait a little longer?

The First Prince looked at Envoy Zhao in disbelief.

This Envoy Zhao was a big figure from the Savage Sect, yet he would say such unambitious words!?

However, the First Prince could also understand Envoy Zhao's feelings. After all, four genius disciples went up, and all of them were slapped away by Xu Ming's palm—it would be strange if Envoy Zhao didn't have a psychological shadow!

Once bitten by a snake, one is afraid of well ropes for ten years. It was normal for Envoy Zhao not to dare to send people up easily again. On the contrary, if Envoy Zhao continued to send people to the stage mindlessly, then there was probably something really wrong with his head.

The First Prince also wanted to send some geniuses he had cultivated to the stage, but how could the cats and dogs under his command compare to the remaining three Savage Sect geniuses?

His few geniuses couldn't be brought to the stage!

"Envoy Zhao… if we wait any longer, I'm afraid that even the geniuses at the Inner Refinement level will have finished showing off on stage; by then, only Outer Refinement martial artists will be on stage…"

Let three Savage Sect geniuses deal with some Outer Refinement martial artists?

Not to mention that the First Prince's face would be burning, Envoy Zhao wouldn't have the face to do such a thing!

"Then… alright!" Envoy Zhao hesitated for a moment, and had to send another Savage Sect disciple to the stage.

This Savage Sect disciple's personality was relatively honest and low-key.

Unlike the four Savage Sect disciples who were slapped away earlier, who arrogantly provoked Xu Ming as soon as they came up; on the contrary, after he came to the stage, he didn't dare to glance at Xu Ming, as if he was afraid of attracting Xu Ming's attention—a dignified Savage Sect genius, a young Xiantian martial artist, could do this, and his personality was indeed honest (without) low (bone) key (qi).

However, things didn't go as planned.

This Savage Sect disciple had already tried to be as low-key as possible, but as soon as he came to the stage, the Inner Refinement late-stage martial artist who was originally standing on the stage retreated without saying a word.

Then, the entire audience resounded with the Feiyun Kingdom geniuses' excited anticipation and unified shouts:

With each step Xu Ming took, Number Five felt his heart jump heavily.

The surrounding area resounded with even more violent, but also chaotic, shouts:

"Slap him away!"

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ is ⊥ at ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ book ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

"Don't let him last more than three slaps!"

"Slap him away in one slap!"

"Let the Savage Sect geniuses see the power of our Feiyun Kingdom's true geniuses!"

"Haha, beat them until they're afraid! Beat them until they're afraid!"

…

Listening to these violent shouts, Number Five couldn't help but soften his legs and couldn't help but look back at Envoy Zhao for help, the meaning was obvious—Master Zhao, can I go back?

Envoy Zhao returned a stern look: "Fight well for me! This Xu Ming is probably just pretending; the opportunity to become famous in one battle is right in front of you!"

"But what if he's not pretending?" Number Five replied worriedly.

"Then you have to output style and output level! Remember, even if you lose, don't weaken the momentum of our Savage Sect!"

"I…"

The battle process was very simple and crude. Xu Ming still came to the stage and took him away with one slap, without any procrastination.

Number Five also outputted style and outputted level as Envoy Zhao expected. Although he was killed in one slap, but—

The scream he made when he was slapped away was the most enchanting!

The trajectory of his flight in the air was the most beautiful!

The posture he landed in was the most elegant!

"Handsome!"

"So handsome, Xu Ming!"

"I love you, Xu Ming!"

However, the eyes of the female geniuses present did not pay attention to the enchanting, beautiful, and elegant Number Five. Their attention was all on Xu Ming's handsome and unrestrained slap. Each female genius was hysterically shouting without regard for their image.

"Xu Ming, I love you!"

"Xu Ming, I want to have monkeys for you!"

In the Savage Martial Mansion area, a group of elders, masters, and geniuses looked in surprise at these female geniuses who had become strangers beside them.

"Is that still the iceberg beauty Hua Lengyan? Have monkeys? She's actually shouting so shamelessly?"

"Is that still the gentle and quiet Bai Rong? She's actually even crazier than Hua Lengyan?"

For a time, most of the female geniuses at the entire birthday celebration, whether they were cold, quiet, noble, or dignified, had all turned into fangirls because of Xu Ming.

However, the male geniuses present were not jealous at all of this situation. They only had one word for Xu Ming—respect!

The focus of the entire audience's attention, Xu Ming, was looking at Envoy Zhao and the First Prince with a domineering look: "There are still two geniuses, right? Welcome to come to the stage at any time—come up one, slap away one!"