The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife
chapter-1872

As soon as the crowd spotted the woman, someone couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow, isn’t that Ms. Mu Yanluo, ranked ninth on the unparalleled beauty ranking?”

The ranking mentioned earlier had been a widely recognized ranking of unmarried female cultivators across the entire Siam Continent. This list considered the women’s appearances, demeanor, family background, and talents in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Furthermore, their graceful poise during battles, reminiscent of celestial beings, was also taken into account.

As the Maverick Swordsman caught sight of Mu Yanluo, his once arrogant demeanor softened slightly, and a gentler expression crossed his face. With a proud smile, he declared, “Since I dared to challenge, I must have confidence in my victory. I know that in the Spirit Refining Domain, [0] is a legend—a myth. But I will be the one to end that myth.”

Mu Yanluo’s eyes sparkled as she gracefully curtsied. “Then I shall wish you success, Senior Yue. Don’t forget, Yanluo is here to support you!”

After speaking, Mu Yanluo cast a lingering, affectionate glance at the Maverick Swordsman before gracefully stepping back.

The crowd looked at the Maverick Swordsman with expressions of envy and jealousy, while others studied his confident and proud demeanor, speculating whether the legend of [0] would truly come to an end today.

Lin Zhi couldn’t help but ask, “Who do you think will win in the duel between the Maverick Swordsman and [0]?”

Xi Yue smiled slightly and said, “0.”

“Why?” Lin Zhi couldn’t help but wonder when she saw Xi Yue’s calm expression.

This time, many in the Spirit Refining Domain were betting on the Maverick Swordsman to win. After all, [0] hadn’t been seen in over 30 years. Who knew if his strength was still as terrifying as it once was?

Xi Yue smiled without saying anything and followed the crowd into the arena.

The arena was a vast stage, surrounded by a protective barrier that kept the sword flashes and spells from spilling out and endangering the audience.

The seating area formed a circular shape around the arena, resembling a modern football stadium, with seats arranged in tiers so that spectators from any position could clearly see the duel unfolding in the center.

Incandescent light bathed the arena, illuminating every detail of the scene with perfect clarity.

As Maverick Swordsman walked into the arena wearing a green robe and carrying his iconic huge sword, the audience roared with thunderous cheers.

Many female cultivators shouted Maverick Swordsman and Yue Tingyuan. Some even threw flowers at the arena.

Xi Yue looked at the scene before her, reminiscent of a modern concert. She couldn’t help but facepalm, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation.

It seemed that no matter the era, the instinct to idolize stars was deeply rooted in people’s hearts.

As the Maverick Swordsman stepped onto the arena and waved to the crowd, the cheers gradually subsided into a hushed anticipation.

He bowed his head slightly to the crowd and spoke clearly, “I am the Maverick Swordsman, Yue Tingyuan. Thank you all for your support today.”

The crowd erupted once again into a thunderous roar, echoing like a tidal wave.

At that moment, Xi Yue heard an old man chuckle from a distance, saying, “That arrogant young fool really believes he can defeat [0]?”

As the seconds ticked away and the scheduled duel time in the Spirit Refining Domain approached, a sudden flash of light illuminated the arena. At that moment, a tall man dressed in a black brocade robe appeared, standing majestically in the glow.

In an instant, the vast arena, filled with tens of thousands of spectators, fell into an eerie silence. Everyone stared in stunned disbelief at the figure that had suddenly appeared, oblivious even to the fact that they had dropped their recording stones.