Zhao Yanran smiled proudly, "Harlot, paramour, the first two rounds were just me toying with you."
She clenched her left hand, and the Formation left on the Martial Arts Stage activated, firmly fixing Zeng Zifang's feet to the Martial Arts Stage, preventing her from moving an inch.
Zhao Yanran had studied the Zongshi War much more deeply than Zeng Zifang.
She learned the approximate location of the third round's entrance from the guards who had participated in the Zongshi War.
She used Jing Jintang's Formation not just to win the battle, but also to scheme to substitute herself in case of failure.
The bottle of fresh blood she took out earlier belonged to Zhao Yanran's father.
And Zhao Yanran's father was once a Sect Knight!
The reason Zhao Yanran was so determined to become a Sect Knight was because her father disappeared after becoming a Sect Knight.
Not just her father, but Sect Knights from the other six peaks also vanished within the Zongshi Hall.
The first two rounds were fought so fiercely partly because Zhao Yanran harbored deep hatred for Zeng Zifang and Qian Duoduo, wanting to defeat and kill them in the Zongshi War; on the other hand, she wasn't sure until the very last moment whether using her father's blood could confuse the Martial Arts Stage's Spiritual Awareness and allow herself to enter the third round.
"No! No! No!"
Zeng Zifang screamed hysterically, "The Sect Knight is mine, it's mine!"
She rushed towards the round hole with all her might, but no matter what, she couldn't move an inch.
Zhao Yanran's black hair flickered, and she vanished from Zeng Zifang's sight.
The round hole slowly shrank, and the passage to the third round was about to close.
"Little Qian, help me. You go in and stop Zhao Yanran!"
Zeng Zifang suddenly pleaded mournfully to Qian Duoduo, who was near the round hole.
At this moment, half of Qian Duoduo's body had already become blurry.
Zeng Zifang was actually already in despair; her plea was merely an emotional outburst.
Qian Duoduo secretly sighed.
These two women, Zeng Zifang and Zhao Yanran, were truly a pair of natural enemies.
He remembered Zeng Zifang's domineering words just now, "My Little Qian, how dare you touch him?"
Since you treat me as a friend, I'll treat you as a friend too.
Thinking this, Qian Duoduo roused his spirits and said, "I'll try!"
He threw the Four-Unlike, which he had already put into the Golden Toad, towards the round hole and commanded, "Prop open the entrance."
Taking out two of Jing Jintang's Formation circles, Qian Duoduo put one on his foot and accurately placed the other over the round hole, activating the teleportation Formation.
Seeing Qian Duoduo's feet glow, and the Four-Unlike lying at the entrance of the round hole, its four crocodile claws powerfully propping open the entrance, the previously despairing Zeng Zifang's eyes lit up again, and her hands clenched.
"Little Qian can definitely do it! As long as you stop Zhao Yanran from becoming a Sect Knight, I'll marry you!"
This tigress, who would dare marry her!
Qian Duoduo's whole body trembled, a mouthful of Spiritual Qi almost didn't come up, and the light under his feet almost dimmed.
Zeng Zifang knew her words had scared Qian Duoduo, so she quickly covered her mouth.
Fully circulating the Golden Life Devouring Dragon Art, Qian Duoduo felt his body shake and he was already inside the round hole.
The round hole, propped open by the Four-Unlike, was just big enough for him to squeeze through.
Immediately upon entering the hole, Qian Duoduo felt an extremely terrifying Qi inside.
This kind of terror he had only experienced when facing Old Liu and the Ethereal Weapon Tribulation.
Seeing Qian Duoduo truly enter the third round's entrance, Zeng Zifang quickly said softly:
"Little Qian, be careful on your way, and return safely..."
Her eyes flowed with meaning, everything unsaid.
Whether she was sincere or not, Qian Duoduo still felt a hint of her concern.
He hummed in acknowledgment, then reached out and grabbed one of the Four-Unlike's crocodile claws, putting it into the Golden Toad, then he plunged downwards, entering the third round—Borrowing a Body to Return a Soul—of which he knew nothing.
