All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me Chapter 512 512: Chapter Three Hundred and Three Conflict!2

"Sister Mo Li, it was clearly our junior sister who had already negotiated a deal with this gentleman. But these people saw it and insisted on shalessly muscling in..."

The Disciples of Wuhua Palace standing nearby brightened up at the sight of the three won, their eyes shining. They had never seen such strikingly beautiful won before.

Stepping forward, one of them bowed slightly to Mo Li, making every effort to present himself as a refined gentleman.

"I am Song Ying, a Direct Disciple of the Second Elder of Wuhua Palace. Greetings to you, fair Immortals."

"Would the ladies do the honor of joining for dinner?"

...

Among the onlookers, a disciple from the Origin Sect sighed at Song Ying and said, "This Song Ying's cultivation is exceptionally high; it's said he has already touched the threshold of the Nascent Soul Realm. Moreover, his master is Elder Ling Zhan, the elder leading the Wuhua Palace team this ti, and he possesses Dao Integration cultivation..."

Xiao Ruoching's brows furrowed slightly. She then stepped forward, swiftly picked up the Spirit Sword from the seller's stall, placed the agreed-upon price into his hand, and said, "Alright, let's just leave it at that."

With that, she took the junior sister's hand, preparing to lead her away through the crowd.

The Sword Sect already had many conflicts with Wuhua Palace. Avoiding unnecessary complications was beneficial, both for herself and for the Sword Sect.

Song Ying narrowed his eyes at the two won who were clearly dismissing him.

Are they slighting in front of everyone?

Showing no respect at all?

His expression turned frosty, and his gaze darkened as he slowly said, "Ladies, it seems you don't take seriously..."

"I, Song Ying, declare this Spirit Sword mine."

Mo Li glanced at him coolly, her silver pupils glinting with an icy chill. "Trash. Get lost."

Song Ying took a deep breath, slowly clenching his fists. Then, he grinned, revealing several sinister-looking teeth. "Woman, do you realize what you're saying? You're calling trash?"

"And what do you think you are?"

In the next instant, terrifying Spiritual Energy erupted from him, its power nearing the Nascent Soul Realm, causing everyone's expressions to grow solemn with apprehension.

At that mont, one of Song Ying's disciples seed to realize sothing. He stepped forward, carefully tugged at Song Ying's sleeve, and whispered in his ear, "Brother Song, I think I know who these people are."

"They should all be Direct Disciples of the Fifth Elder of the Sword Sect... their status is no less than yours..."

Upon hearing this, Song Ying's eyes shifted slightly before he burst into laughter.

He snapped his Folding Fan shut, smacked it hard against his palm, and roared with laughter, "Hahaha, so they are the Direct Disciples of the Fifth Elder of the Sword Sect!"

"Elder Su is indeed formidable, but his eye for disciples is truly terrible! Two Golden Cores and one piece of trash, HAHAHAHA..."

"Elder Su's lifelong reputation, a cultivator Half-Step into Dao Integration acknowledged by the Saintess, will likely be ruined by you few pieces of trash!"

...

Xiao Ruoching took a deep breath, her eyes icily fixed on the arrogant man before her. Her shapely brows arched sharply, her Longsword already unsheathed, as she said in a glacial tone, "Say that again?"

Not to be outdone, Song Ying also stepped forward, directly facing Xiao Ruoching's Longsword, and said lightly, "I said, how did Elder Su end up with a bunch of trash like you?"

"Is everyone in that garbage Sword Sect deaf? Or just too stupid to understand plain words?"

...

CLANG—

"Sword One, dive deep."

Before Song Ying could react, Mo Li's Longsword flashed towards him as she executed a standard sword-drawing stance.

Amidst the complex gazes of the onlookers, Song Ying snorted coldly, tapping his folded fan against his palm. At his signal, the Disciples of Wuhua Palace in attendance imdiately stepped forward and bowed.

The next mont, with a SNAP, Song Ying's Folding Fan unfurled, revealing four bold, powerful characters on its surface: "Embrace the Origin, Maintain Singularity."

Almost simultaneously, several Late Stage Golden Elixir Disciples of Wuhua Palace transford into a gust of black wind, charging toward Mo Li.

Mo Li drew her sword. Its light was brilliant, its Sword Qi awe-inspiring!

Harnessing the energies of the eight directions, she delivered a vertical slash, striking down at the Disciples of Wuhua Palace.

However, under the combined assault of several elite disciples, all of considerable strength, Mo Li was struck multiple tis, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

In turn, those Disciples of Wuhua Palace who had attacked her as a group were all sent flying by this slicing wind, their weapons scattered.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH!—

On Treasures Avenue, such conflicts were not uncommon. What was rare, however, was a clash between two of the Ten Great Sects, especially those with deep-seated grudges, and one involving their Direct Disciples!

The continuous sound of tearing air heralded the arrival of figures, one after another, who descended and gathered to watch.

In no ti, the onlookers had ford a tight ring around the area, leaving only a clear space in the center for the confrontational parties.

"That silver-haired woman is only at the Mid Stage Golden Elixir Realm, yet she's strong enough to contend with several at the Late Stage Golden Elixir Realm?"

"It seems the Sword Sect isn't as weak as the rumors suggested."

...

Yet, amidst this tense standoff, neither Mo Li nor Xiao Ruoching noticed that the Sword Maiden, who had been silently following them, had vanished without a trace.

"Senior Sister, be careful!" Mo Li's eyes suddenly focused, and she cried out.

And just as Mo Li's warning left her lips, the bluestone ground beneath Xiao Ruoching's feet suddenly cracked, and a pillar of fire erupted, shooting straight towards her.