For them, it was normal for the Dizong (Earth Sect) Saint to back down. After all, Duan Shikong, a genuine Hedao Realm cultivator, had died at Hu Lifu's hands.

Although they understood that the Dizong Saint was different from before, his image as a good-for-nothing was too deeply ingrained in everyone's minds.

So much so that when he asked that question, everyone naturally assumed he was backing down and trying to appease the other party.

Hu Lifu glanced at Chen Xiao with disdain, a sneer on his face. "If it were someone else, I might really need to rest for a while, but since my opponent is you… forget it. That big bald guy said earlier that dealing with you only requires a finger."

"Oh right, if you don't want to die, just surrender. Although you're the last hope of the Three Sects, your little life is still important, right?"

*Shangbing famou* (The best strategy is to attack the enemy's plans), which is exactly what Hu Lifu was doing.

He used his contempt and confidence to put pressure on his opponent, causing him to lose confidence and even collapse.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong target.

"Since you don't need to rest, does that mean we can start? Is that right?"

Chen Xiao asked expressionlessly.

"Of course…"

*Shua*—

Hu Lifu had only managed to say "of course." Before he could finish the sentence, his head flew off.

Chen Xiao stood where he was, Yitian Sword twirling in his hand.

Everyone was dumbfounded. What was going on? What just happened?

Hu Lifu was dead? How did he die?

This… what fast swordplay!

After Chen Xiao instantly killed Hu Lifu with a single strike, a chorus of exclamations erupted from the crowd!

However, amidst the exclamations, there were more voices of concern.

"The Dizong Saint's sword was satisfying, but does he know that Hu Lifu has nine lives? Even if he's lost two, he still has seven left!"

"And such a sudden, full-force strike will only enrage his opponent!"

"Alas, the Dizong Saint is in danger! Unless he surrenders now, Hu Lifu's vengeful nature will ensure he won't let him off!"

…

Amidst the discussions, Chen Xiao stood with his sword, waiting for Hu Lifu to revive.

In the crowd, Li Miaozhen's eyes had practically turned into hearts. "Wow, Saint-shixiong is so handsome!!!"

*Gu… jiji…*

A soft, muddy sound came from Hu Lifu's neck cavity. Then, he poked his head out… a newly grown head.

"Heh, fast sword, huh…"

Hu Lifu licked his lips. "I really underestimated you!"

"I never expected to have seen so many great storms, only to capsize in your little gutter!"

"But, it's all over…"

*Om*—

Hu Lifu's body shook. At the same time, the Five Gods Sect's five evil objects, Huang Hu Bai Liu Hui, appeared behind him!

"Boy, prepare to die!"

Hu Lifu shouted proudly. Compared to his cautiousness when facing Duan Shikong, he was now obviously much more arrogant and conceited.

This also showed that he didn't take the Dizong Saint seriously!

*Shua*—

The same sword, the same angle, the same unexpected attack, and ultimately, the same result.

*Dong, dong, dong…*

Hu Lifu's head fell to the ground again, lined up next to the previous one.

In an instant, the entire arena burst into an uproar.

What, what, what was going on?

If the Dizong Saint's surprise attack had been able to take off Hu Lifu's head because Hu Lifu wasn't ready, then… but now, Hu Lifu had summoned all of his Wu Zun Dharma Idols in one breath. How could his head still be chopped off?

"I understand. This is the Dizong Saint's strongest trump card: the fast sword!"

"This sword is indeed fast enough, because even with my eyesight, I can't catch how he draws it. It's really a bit strange."

The speaker was a Falsehood Realm Great Perfection cultivator. His words resonated with everyone.

"Indeed, as expected of the Dizong Saint, he has some foundation. However, no matter how fast his sword is, there can't be a third time. He succeeded twice, but Hu Lifu will definitely be wary next time!"

"So what? The Dizong Saint has already profited by killing Hu Lifu twice with the same move. If he can find a way to kill him six more times, the Dizong Saint will win!"

"Kill him six more times? Heh, you really dare to say it!"

Some people in the crowd had already begun to support and have high hopes for the Dizong Saint, but more people were still not optimistic about him.

After all, Hu Lifu had already proven himself.

But the Dizong Saint was almost there.

*Gu… jiji…*

Another soft, muddy sound. Hu Lifu's head grew out again.

This time, there was anger on his face.

And this time, he directly summoned the White God Armor to prevent the Dizong Saint from ambushing him again.

"Damn it, to waste two lives on trash like you is really unlucky. I spit on you!"

Hu Lifu spat.

"Two lives? Heh…"

Chen Xiao sneered twice.

Then, *dong, dong, dong, dong…*

Hu Lifu's head fell to the ground again, the three heads lined up in a row.

If this were a connect-three game, it would have been eliminated!

This time, the sound of the head falling to the ground was particularly clear.

It wasn't that the way it fell was any different from the previous two times, but mainly because the entire audience was silent this time, completely dumbfounded.

What happened to "no more than three times?"

Why could someone be defeated three times by the same method?

Most importantly, this person had just killed a Hedao Realm expert.

An expert with the Wu Zun Dharma Idol!

The scene before them made everyone unable to think. They couldn't figure out what was going on, no matter how hard they tried.

So everyone seemed to have their brains short-circuited, stunned in place.

Only Li Miaozhen, with her peach-blossom eyes, stared at Chen Xiao as always, murmuring to herself, "My Saint-shixiong is so handsome!"

On the high platform, the big shots of the super sects couldn't sit still either.

Because the Dizong Saint's fighting style was too destructive!

Duan Shikong was also very strong, but his strength was visible and tangible. The Dizong Saint's strength, however, had a touch of demonism, a ghostly aura that was hard to grasp.

Duan Yanzhuo didn't care so much. Seeing Hu Lifu on the arena having his head chopped off three times, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Hahahaha, satisfying, really fucking satisfying! Shimei Ziwu, you've really taken in a good disciple!"

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Duan Yanzhuo adhered to this principle. Hu Lifu had killed his beloved disciple, so seeing Hu Lifu being killed by the Dizong Saint three times in a row, he was naturally very happy.

Daoist Ziwu didn't say anything, but a look of suspicion appeared in her eyes.

How did he seem to have become stronger again? Too understated…

Ziwu was originally worried that Chen Xiao wouldn't be a match for Hu Lifu if he didn't summon the Seven Gods Dharma Idol, but now it seemed that she was overthinking it.

Could it be that he had already absorbed the demon's soul crystal?

But he had been with me these past few days… where did he find the time?

This man is really terrifying. Fortunately, he and I are on the same side.

Thinking of this, a hint of shyness appeared on Daoist Ziwu's face, which was usually as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

At this time, Yun Lan next to her gave Daoist Ziwu a meaningful look and said quietly, "Shimei Ziwu, I don't remember your Dizong having such a powerful sword technique?"

Daoist Ziwu frowned slightly and said coldly, "You said it yourself, this is our Dizong's sword technique. It's not surprising that people from your Tianzong (Heaven Sect) have never seen it. Don't think that only your Tianzong is good at using swords?"

Yun Lan awkwardly touched her nose. "Shimei Ziwu, I was just asking casually. Why are you so hostile, Shimei?"

Daoist Ziwu ignored her, because Hu Lifu on the arena had grown a new head again.

"Damn it, who the hell are you?"

Hu Lifu gritted his teeth, his eyes wide with anger. If he could attribute the first two times to his own carelessness or being a little lax after experiencing a great battle,

But the third time, he had made full preparations and summoned the White God Armor.

But he was still beheaded by the other party with a single sword?

If he still didn't realize that the other party's beheading wasn't opportunistic by now, then he wouldn't deserve his current strength.

"Dizong Saint, Li Shouzhen."

Chen Xiao said calmly.

"Nonsense!"

Hu Lifu frowned. "Do you think I don't know what Li Shouzhen's strength is? Before participating in the Heavenly Pride Battle, I had already figured out the strength of you Saints and Saintesses. I even know when Duan Shikong entered the Hedao Realm!"

Hearing this, the whole place was in an uproar. They didn't expect this kid to know so much.

No wonder he was so relaxed when facing every opponent.

Fortunately, the Dizong Saint had been hiding his strength all along, so he hadn't been able to figure out his bottom line.

"You say I'm not Li Shouzhen? Then who do you say I am?"

Chen Xiao suddenly asked with a playful look.

"How the hell would I know who you are? I only know you're definitely not…"

*Shua*—

Before Hu Lifu could finish his sentence, his head fell to the ground again.

*Dong, dong, dong, dong…* He now only had four lives left.

"Adults must be responsible for what they say. This is the consequence of talking nonsense and spouting gibberish."

Chen Xiao's tone was understated, and he maintained his stance with his sword in hand.

Until now, no one had seen how he drew his sword, but everyone knew that he had!

*Gu… jiji…*

Hu Lifu's head grew out again.

This time, in addition to anger, there was also a hint of fear on his face.

"I surrender, I…"

*Shua*—

Before the word "surrender" could be uttered, his head fell to the ground again.

Everyone was stunned. What did this mean?

The Dizong Saint wouldn't give his opponent a chance to surrender?

Wasn't this too domineering?

But… I like it so much!

The most satisfied was Duan Yanzhuo. In his opinion, the Dizong Saint was blatantly helping his beloved disciple take revenge!

And so far, Hu Lifu only had three lives left!