Peerless Little Immortal Doctor

Murong Yan was dumbfounded, truly dumbfounded.

Only then did she understand why Xia Liu would recklessly stand up for her.

It turns out the cultivation he possessed was more frightening than hers!

Xiaowu was bewildered, she had been worried earlier.

She even scolded Xia Liu as a fool.

Now thinking back, he probably mocked her in his heart.

As for the onlookers, they were too scared to speak.

What kind of cultivation does Xia Liu have?

Stronger than the eldest lady even!

And he's just a servant!

A servant!

He's so young, yet possesses such heaven-defying cultivation.

I even laughed at him before.

What can be said now?

Terrifying!

"Indeed, he hid it well!"

Elder Tianjian's eyes sharpened as he shook his head with a wry smile.

"Ha, Qi Cultivation at the twelfth level, I want to see why he entered the Murong Family!"

"Family Head Murong, for now, let's not trouble him, wait until the Kunwu Competition is over to discuss."

Hm?

Murong Ao glanced at Elder Tianjian, clearly understanding the old fellow's intention.

Since that's the case, Murong Ao said no more.

Over the years, he's neglected his younger daughter too much.

This young man might be heaven-sent to awaken him, and to bless Yan'er.

Zizzizi!!!

On the war platform, strange sounds suddenly arose.

Just seeing the rampant nature's spiritual energy all converging to Xia Liu's palm.

Merging with his own Spiritual Energy, forming a Peerless Technique!

"This technique is somewhat strange, its rank is probably above Middle Grade."

"Did Elder Tianjian see through his methods?"

Murong Ao asked.

"I can't see through, this technique contains too much, it might be a self-created fusion spell."

"Self-created spell! What talent!"

Murong Ao couldn't help but exclaim.

Xia Liu at such a young age can create his own spell.

Though it's a fusion, he's succeeded.

This alone is worthy of pride.

Murong Chan was already nearing her limit.

In the next moment, she swung the Longsword in her hand, flowing flames emerged to cover the sky.

Half of the world was being burnt.

Seeing this, Xia Liu withdrew his palm, then urged another move.

Rumble rumble rumble!!

The sound of space breaking enveloped the entire venue, as a gigantic handprint surged forward.

Upon contact with the flowing flames, it smashed through them like a bamboo stalk.

Unable to bear the powerful Palm Strength, Murong Chan's body couldn't move, directly being carried out of the battlefield by the Vigor.

Yet the Great Handprint continued bounding through the world.

Seeing it about to strike Murong Chan, Murong Ao struck with a thick palm, dissipating the Great Handprint.

This scene happened so quickly, many people didn't even react in time.

As they came to, they found Murong Chan had already lost.

Lost very thoroughly.

If not for Murong Ao's intervention, she might have been severely injured.

"Audacious! How dare you attempt to harm the eldest lady!"

Seeing Murong Chan fall to the ground, her expression dazed, Dafu shouted sternly.

"Yes! How could he dare to harm the eldest lady!"

"If not for the Family Head's intervention, the eldest lady might have been in mortal danger!"

"Truly audacious! Who is he? Why does he want to kill the eldest lady!"

...

Dafu's words were like a signal, directly triggering many people.

Afterwards, all blamed Xia Liu.

"Cough, cough, everyone calm down, he didn't intentionally want to harm Chan'er, before I intervened, the power of the handprint had already decreased by eight levels."

Murong Ao stepped forward to save the scene.

"Indeed, the technique had already been drained of most Qi Force, even if it hit the eldest lady, it would likely be painless."

Elder Tianjian also stood forward to explain.

With the protection of these two authoritative figures, Xia Liu was unharmed and won the victory.

He also gained the fear of many people.

"Third Miss! I have won one match, and still have two more, I believe I can win!"

Xia Liu smiled at Murong Yan, his confident words stunned everyone present.

"Damn it!"

Seeing Murong Chan silent, gaze scattered, Dafu clenched his fist.

But he dared not take a step forward.

He did not have the cultivation of Xia Liu, if he went up to challenge unsatisfied.

He might lose his life.

He wasn't a Murong by name, facing Xia Liu, if killed, no one would stand up for his justice.

Now, he was afraid, if Xia Liu secretly killed him.

No one would bother to look into it.

If the Murong Family loses a servant, no one cares.

Xia Liu's displayed talent is enough for the Murong Family to value him.

Suddenly, Murong Chan stood up from the ground, trembling eyes staring at Murong Ao.

"Father! This person's background is unknown! He is not qualified to replace younger sister in the Kunwu Competition, we must thoroughly investigate his origins!"

"Chan'er, you must remember a principle, losing is losing, there are not so many excuses, think carefully why you lost, that's what you need to do now."

Murong Ao shook his head, having tolerated his eldest daughter for over ten years.

Today, with the regulative knowledge from Elder Tianjian, he felt it was time to do something.

With Murong Ao's words, those who wanted to support Murong Chan dared not speak.

Even the Family Head supports the Third Miss, it shows the Family Head is starting to make amends!

Murong Chan's tears fell, she said no more, slumped in the chair, staring dazedly ahead.

"Next up, Liu Xia please rest, the next match, Murong Wudi against Murong Su!"

"Family Head, I have a suggestion."

Murong Ao finished speaking, Xia Liu thought over and shared his idea.

"Since you are representing Yan'er, you have the right to suggest."

"One match after another wastes too much time, why not let me face two!"

Wow!

As Xia Liu's words fell, the onlookers couldn't remain calm.

Facing two!

So arrogant!

He's only at the twelfth level of Qi Cultivation.

The Second Young Master Murong Wudi has the same cultivation, whether he can beat even one is uncertain.

Yet he wants to challenge two people.

Though Murong Su has only the ninth level of Qi Cultivation, once truly unleashed, the tenth level might stand a chance.

If Murong Su restrains Xia Liu, Murong Wudi could certainly defeat him.

It's unimaginable, what kind of self-confidence allows Xia Liu to have such thoughts.

"Liu Xia! Are you crazy? One is enough for you to endure, yet you want to fight two!"

Xiaowu couldn't help but angrily rebuke.

Murong Yan stayed silent, not knowing how to discipline Xia Liu fighting on her behalf.

If she speaks, it might make others believe she intends to achieve ultimate victory.

Perhaps, silence would keep people from speaking her idle talk.

"Haha! You are the most arrogant person at the same rank I've ever seen!"

Unexpectedly, Murong Wudi was not angry, instead he was eager and excited.

He didn't resent Xia Liu. Ever since seeing him reveal his cultivation.

More eager to fight him, regardless of winning or losing, just for the unreserved challenge.

"Brother Su, if you were to fight him, how confident are you in winning?"

Murong Wudi turned to Murong Su and asked.

The honest Murong Su bitterly smiled, silently shaking his head.

He was only at the ninth level of Qi Cultivation, even if equivalent to the tenth level, facing a strong opponent like Xia Liu, he had no chance of victory.