She lunged at him, holding his clothes as tightly as she could. Her body and mind were having a breakdown as she heard him say about sending her back.

​"Hmm?" Rahu raised his brows as he looked at the girl's strange behaviour.

​"What do you mean? Don't you want to go back?" Rahu asked curiously as he looked at the girl; her eyes had become watery.

​"NO! I want YOU just YOU!!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. It seems his dick was truly magical. It hadn't just changed the shape of her pussy it seemed.

​"A-Are you worried about my background!? D-Don't worry, as long as I'm alive, no one from the House Ravencar will touch you!"

​She spoke, pulling on his robes hard. She seemed truly desperate to stay with him.

​Rahu smiled seeing her actions. Did he find her actions strange? No. Did he find her repulsive? No. Did he perhaps like this outcome? Absolutely yes!

​…

​"I see, just as I expected. There's no sane woman who'd leave you after…tasting that pleasure," Seris said, her tone half joking and half serious.

​She wasn't joking when she said that. His handsome face, his perfect body, and that…annoying smirk of his made her heart thump ways she didn't even knew existed.

​Not to mention his eyes, her body would indirectly feel disgusted whenever she was near another man.

​"Heh, darling, and believe me when I say this. Your ass is one of a kind. I had fucked many in my peak years, and trust me, it is the highest form of appreciation a girl's ass could get from me." Rahu laughed out loud, saying this.

After a bit of bickering, Rahu stood up, carrying Seris in his arms like a princess.

​"We still have a week, right? Heh, let's go. Let me taste that delicious pussy of yours before we go into that damn realm," Rahu smirked. Then carried her to the bedroom while listening to her cute curses.

​…

​A week later. On the day of the tournament

​Nestled between two huge mountain peaks, the Sword Edge Arena stood firm, a colossal structure molded and strengthened by strange stones and engraved with intricate sword patterns.

​From afar, it looked like a massive colosseum stuck in the sky. Inside the arena, there were fifty circular platforms arranged in neat lines all over the ground.

​Each platform was large enough to host a thousand disciples, and today each one of them was filled to the brim.

​A total of twenty-one thousand disciples had gathered here today, and the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. Countless conversions, arguments, and preparations were mixed with a subtle environment of tension.

​High above the colosseum, twelve Elders of the Divine Sword Sect sat on the floating thrones which were formed by the manifestations of [Sword Intent]. Truly a strange sight.

​Elder Tristan and Elder Yueshan too could be seen sitting among them.

​"Elder Yueshan~ rumour has it that you were seen hanging out with an Inner Sect Disciple? Hmm, what did the disciples call him again? The Raising? The Riding? Oh yeah, The Rising Sword! Such a bold name for a brat!"

​A sweet, sultry voice echoed beside Yueshan, making her eyes twitch. Turning around, she saw a smiling woman. A smiling hot woman, who in Yueshan's eyes seemed like a hooker. So she just ignored her.

​"Heh? What's the matter? Why aren't you saying anything?" The woman smiled, seeing Yueshan.

​"Who is this arrogant boy that has caught the attention of our high Elder Yueshan, eh? Let me see him."

​Hearing her words, Yueshan suddenly let out a low chuckle. Hearing that, the woman's expression turned strange.

​"What's the matter? Did I say anything funny?" The woman asked, a bit curious. It was truly strange that the sky-high arrogant Yueshan was acting like this. That too, towards a boy she hadn't even seen with her eyes.

"It's nothing, you'll see him later. And when you see, just don't pounce on that poor guy...Elder Nyla."

​Hearing her words, Nyla's curiousity deepened, she swept her clear eyes across the colossal colosseum.

​…

​In the Arena, assistant elders floated beside each platform, carrying strange jade tablets, which assisted in monitoring the platforms.

​At the very middle of all the platforms, a middle-aged man stood, his eyes sharp and a voice that boomed across the arena. He was Elder Thorne, the same grumpy middle-aged man who was the supervisor in the trials when Rahu had participated.

​"Disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, hear me!" His voice echoed all across the colosseum.

​"As you have heard about the Elder's announcement and declaration, of the twenty-one thousand disciples participating, only half of the winners are eligible to participate and aim for the quota of the Inheritance realm! And the top three winners are given a prize! Do your best!"

​A wave of murmurs swept across each platform. Some disciples exchanged nervous glances, others snorted in disdain, and some radiated arrogance.

​Elder Thorne continued, "Each platform hosts over four hundred participants. Out of those, only two hundred will advance to the next round. The test here is a battle free-for-all. Aside from killing, everything is allowed."

​On platform thirteen, a group of disciples joined together.

​"So it's kill or be killed, huh?" one muttered.

"Hey, we just have to last longer than two hundred people! That's it! Why are you so worried?"

​"That's what worries me."

On another platform, a woman stretched her arms and rolled her shoulders.

"Just stay out of my way," she spoke, warning the people nearby. "If you don't want to be accidentally killed."

​On platform twenty-nine, a tall boy with a sword in his hands laughed arrogantly.

"Perfect! I needed some warm-up before The Inheritance realm anyway!"

​Nearby him, a disciple clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Let's see how you brag if you survive this."

​Similar discussions and small talks were happening all over the platforms.

​High above, one of the Elders commented, "These children sure look excited for what's about to come."

​Another replied, "Better than being timid. The Inheritance Realm certainly won't tolerate the weak and cowards."

​Finally, the assistant elders finished their distribution of jade markers for identity confirmation. Once all the platforms were checked and verified, Elder Thorne lifted his head and said in a low tone.

​"Assistant Elders, prepare the barriers!"

​A small hum spread across the colosseum as transparent walls began to form around the platforms.

​"BEGIN!"

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