Phoenix Destiny-Chapter 460 - 461 Look Down Upon

Lu Mingshu was certainly not the tallest of them, but she was one of its peaks, showing her a glimpse of how high this mountain truly was, far beyond her imagination.

Beiming was indeed about to change.

A sword slashed forward; Du Furong condensed her final mystic force, attacking with all her might.

After one strike, as expected, her mystic energy was exhausted, and she fell backward, tumbling down.

“Junior Sister Du!” Hua Manxi called out, rushing to catch her before glaring angrily at Lu Mingshu, who still stood atop the stone pillar.

Du Furong swallowed back the tumultuous blood rising in her throat, pushed aside Hua Manxi, and made a distant bow to Lu Mingshu: “Miss Lu, your strength is extraordinary, I concede.”

Lu Mingshu nodded, not even affording her a smile, and said, “Who’s next?”

Hua Manxi was about to step forward but was held back by Du Furong, who signaled him to stop with her eyes.

Hua Manxi, despite his anger, held back in the end.

“Junior Sister Du, are you alright?” Fang Zhen walked over.

Du Furong sighed, “She didn’t use excessive force.” She wasn’t injured, and her defeat was more respectable than Dai Jingyu’s.

That being said, the blow to her spirits was no less than what Dai Jingyu suffered.

She always thought she was a leader among her peers, but today shattered her confidence.

If Dai Jingyu hadn’t faced her first, her worldview might well have crumbled entirely.

Du Furong suddenly felt sympathy for Dai Jingyu.

The two of them were leaders among this generation’s female disciples, hard to distinguish who was superior.

They used to always think about suppressing each other.

Looking back now, what was the point?

In Lu Mingshu’s eyes, what difference did it make between them?

“Elder Brother Fang,” she said quietly.

Fang Zhen’s mind was preoccupied with pondering the earlier battle, a bit absent-minded: “Hmm?”

“This matter might fall to the worst-case scenario.”

Seeing her worried expression, Fang Zhen smiled, “Junior Sister, you’re tired.

Better get some rest.”

“Elder Brother!” Du Furong showed a worried face when he left her without response.

Fang Zhen’s tone was firm: “You should know, the one holding the key is not us.”

Du Furong fell silent.

With no response for a long time, Lu Mingshu asked again, “Who’s next?”

Now that Du Furong had been defeated, whoever came next had to weigh their chances.

Given Lu Mingshu’s current state, there was a high chance of losing.

Any other sect had only one or two in the Five Dragon Mystic Water formation, so how could they be willing to be stepping stones for others?

In this case, only the Heavenly Sea Pavilion remained.

They were the hosts and had sent so many disciples—shouldn’t they lead the charge?

This line of thinking was not hard to guess.

Seeing others reluctant to step up, the elite disciples of the Heavenly Sea Pavilion understood well.

As they exchanged glances, one voice finally broke the silence.

“I am Mortimer Lindt, here to seek guidance from Miss Lu.”

The one who stepped forward was the female disciple following Kou Wei.

Compared to Du Furong, she looked much younger, seemingly having entered the Entering Harmonization Realm not long ago.

A glance from Lu Mingshu, and she said, “Your foundation is too shallow.

I’ll allow you to find assistance.”

Mortimer Lindt was startled and then her face flushed with anger, “Lu Mingshu, do you look down on me?”

Her experience was indeed shallow, but to become an elite disciple of the Heavenly Sea Pavilion, who among them was ordinary?

Not to mention one of the ten great disciples!

The Heavenly Sea Pavilion was not the Nine Jade Palace.

Every island was full of talent; to become a top ten disciple was to be the best on an island.

Lu Mingshu slightly curled her lips, saying, “It’s not that I look down on you,” hearing this, the crowd thought, fortunately, she’s not outright arrogant.

Unexpectedly, she continued with, “…but everyone here, I look down on.”

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Inside the Five Dragon Mystic Water formation, everyone’s expression changed, even Kou Wei and Ling Wuxia showed disapproval.

On the land bridge, the guests were far less polite.

After the uproar, those with hot tempers started cursing out loud.

“Pah!

Who does she think she is, looking down on everyone!”

“Exactly!

I hadn’t scolded her earlier, but I didn’t think she’d go this far!”

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“Does she really think she’s Beiming’s number one?”

“Even if she is Beiming’s number one, so what?

Did Kou Wei and Wei Chunqiu ever despise others?”

“Yeah, yeah, when I was just a small Fusion Realm, I happened to meet Kou Wei, and he was courteous.”

“Right!

Compared to them, she’s far off!

Some even say she’s stronger than Ling Wuxia!

With that arrogant personality, how can she measure up to even a tenth of Ling Wuxia?”

“Exactly, exactly.”

“Defeat her, tear off her mask!”

“Yes, defeat her!”

On the land bridge, the crowd grew agitated, and on the main seating platform, the atmosphere also became a bit tense.

With a temper as fiery as Hua Ruoying’s, he had already slammed his hand angrily, “This is outrageous!

With Martial Uncle and the elders here, how dare she be so disrespectful?”

Sir Wen Hai and the old friends said nothing, but their expressions turned subtle.

Inside the Five Dragon Mystic Water formation were the best of the Heavenly Sea Pavilion’s young generation, yet someone had the audacity to point a finger at them saying, ‘I look down on all of you.’

Ha, talk about a slap in the face—she was so arrogant, people wouldn’t simply resign to her, but see her as unbearable in her pride.

“So arrogant!” In the formation, another stood out, “Senior Sister Mo, I’ll help you!”

This was another of the ten great disciples, the seventh-ranking Su Zigui.

Su Zigui was still young, full of youthful vigor, and said boldly, “Lu Mingshu, you said Senior Sister Mo could find help.

If I assist her, you have no objections, right?”

Lu Mingshu nodded lightly, “Of course not.

I always keep my word.”

“Good, then let’s begin!”

Su Zigui waved his long sleeve, a row of flying knives leapt from inside, hovering in front of him, singing a sharp tune.

By now, Mortimer Lindt had also regained her composure.

Just now, she clearly realized that she wasn’t Lu Mingshu’s match.

The reason she stepped up was a firm resolution to sacrifice herself as a stepping stone for her fellow disciples.

But Lu Mingshu was too arrogant, not even allowing her the slightest dignity.

Now with Su Zigui’s support, she felt a rush of confidence.

“Junior Brother Su, if someone looks down on us, we shall let her see the skill of we disciples of the Heavenly Sea Pavilion!”

With those words, Mortimer Lindt flourished her sleeve and drew her sword.

The two exchanged a glance, then attacked simultaneously.

Sword-light screamed, flying knives shot forth, aiming for Lu Mingshu.