Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1262 – Chapter 1262 Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty
Chapter 1262: Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty-One: The Eleventh Position, which was strikingly labeled as Kunlun Sect, Lin Qingluo_1 Chapter 1262: Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty-One: The Eleventh Position, which was strikingly labeled as Kunlun Sect, Lin Qingluo_1 “Swish!”
Two divine swords, one long and one short, descended from the sky with their points aimed downward. They floated above the crowd, silencing their malicious clamour.
“Li Mingyuan, come out and meet your death!”
A young girl in a green robe arrived, sword at hand. Her contemptuous tone pierced the air.
“Who is this?”
“Dares to challenge our Senior Brother?”
“Someone who doesn't want to live!”
The disciples of the Rainbow Sect, as if someone had stepped on their throats, sprang up from the ground, shouting at the top of their lungs.
Lin Qingluo's gaze was cold and icy, “I am Lin Qingluo, a disciple from the Kunlun Sect, challenging Li Mingyuan, the eleventh-ranked on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.”
“Lin Qingluo? Never heard of.”
“Obscure person, you're not worthy to challenge Brother Li.”
A Rainbow Sect's disciple dug out a wad of earwax, playing the part of the ultimate disdain. He flicked his fingers, flinging his earwax away.
“Swish!”
A sharp light of sword descended from the sky, cutting off his finger. The Jinghong Divine Sword hummed, as if it were enduring its fury.
“Ah!”
The disciple's right hand bled like a fountain as he looked at his severed finger on the ground, crying out in sharp pain.
“Who exactly are you?”
“We know all the elite disciples in the Foundation Establishment phase from the Kunlun Sect, you're not one of them.”
The remaining disciples of the Rainbow Sect changed their faces, forcing themselves to question her.
“My name remains unchanged, Lin Qingluo, from the Kunlun Sect.”
Lin Qingluo laughed scornfully, “You're all stalling deliberately; could it be you don't dare to accept the challenge?”
“Humph!”
Li Mingyuan took a step forward with a dark face, his eyes fierce, “If you want a challenge fine; sign this life-death contract, one sword to decide the outcome; life or death is up to fate!”
Lin Qingluo smirked coldly, “That's exactly what I had in mind.”
Li Mingyuan glared at her, tossed a contract paper with a contract and his signed name written in his blood.
“It seems you usually intimidate your opponents this way.”
Lin Qingluo took the contract paper and sneered at the three characters 'Li Mingyuan', a trace of mockery flickered in her eyes. She didn't hesitate and wrote 'Lin Qingluo' on it.
The contract paper ignited, and together with the blood and the life-death contract, it turned into ashes.
“Prepare to die!”
The moment the life-death contract took effect, Li Mingyuan made the first move. His flying sword transformed into a roaring lion in mid-air and lunged at Lin Qingluo.
“This is all you got; not enough!”
Lin Qingluo sneered. A surging, powerful mana burst from her body. The flying sword, with an irresistible force, transformed into a ferocious dragon and stormed towards the lion.
A lion and a dragon clashed in mid-air. The dragon's mighty tail knocked the lion away, relentlessly continuing to pounce on its opponent.
“Ah!”
Li Mingyuan only had time to let out a cry of horror before a flying sword pierced his chest. After a few violent spasms, he fell to the ground, silent.
“Brother Li is dead?”
“Impossible.”
“Run!”
The disciples of the Rainbow Sect, their hearts filled with fear, fled in a very sorry state.
Meanwhile, at the Ethereal Peak's main peak of the Everlasting Palace, the Hidden Dragon Ranking of the Immortal Sect automatically updated.
In the eleventh place, it clearly stated: Lin Qingluo from the Kunlun Sect!
“Jinghong, Youhuang.”
Thousands of miles away from the ranking, Lin Qingluo was completely oblivious. At present, she was shrouded by an icy and intimidating aura as she issued instructions to the two Sword Spirits.
“Both of you, drive away all the Cultivators around the Immortal Pool; they are not to come within ten miles radius.”
“Alright, boss, on it.”
Jinghong immediately regained his spirits and vanished in a flash.
Youhuang followed closely behind. The two divine swords, one long and one short, vanished in the dense forest in the blink of an eye.
Chapter end
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