Chapter 423 The Ancient Hag Wants First Blood

Hearing Damian’s shameless provocation, both Kurogane Masanori and the Yamikarasu leader became furious.

Masanori’s face darkened as he stepped forward, his hand tightening around the hilt of his katana.

"You arrogant fool. If you’re truly foolish enough to offer us such an overwhelming advantage, then we’ll gladly accept it."

Beside him, the Yamikarasu leader gave a cold nod, his eyes gleaming with killing intent beneath his mask.

"Very well. Since you’ve chosen to throw away your numerical advantage, don’t blame us for what happens next."

Damian merely grinned and casually waved his hand. "Hehehe. Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up and get everyone inside. My girls are getting impatient."

Masanori gritted his teeth but didn’t bother responding.

Instead, he turned around and marched directly into the Sacred Arena, with the Yamikarasu leader following closely behind.

At their signal, the remaining experts of both organizations also began entering the battlefield.

One after another, powerful cultivators stepped forward, their imposing auras spreading across the arena.

Within moments, the battlefield was filled with some of the strongest cultivators either organization had brought to the challenge.

The sight immediately caused the surrounding audience to erupt into excited discussions.

"Are they seriously going to fight two women with all those experts?"

"Damn, even the Taishō himself is entering the battlefield."

"Those foreigners must be completely insane to agree to something like this."

"Or maybe those two women are even more terrifying than the ones who fought earlier..."

As the spectators continued arguing, countless gazes shifted between the assembled experts and the two beautiful women still standing beside Damian.

Everyone was eager to see whether Damian’s outrageous confidence was justified or whether he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

Meanwhile, Damian merely folded his arms and snorted, looking completely unconcerned by the powerful cultivators gathering inside the arena.

"Hehehe. Cassandra, Miona, the stage is yours. Go ahead and enjoy yourselves to the fullest."

Hearing his words, both women immediately grinned before casually walking toward the Sacred Arena together.

However, as they approached the battlefield, Miona suddenly glanced sideways at Cassandra. "So... who’s going first? You or me?"

Cassandra raised an eyebrow before letting out an amused chuckle. "Oh? So you want to take turns instead of fighting together? How interesting."

She gently brushed a strand of crimson hair behind her ear before continuing. "Well, why don’t you let me go first? After all, you’ve already had your fun beating up those ninjas before, haven’t you?"

Miona immediately frowned. "Hey, didn’t you also get involved when their branch was destroyed? Besides, why don’t you let me go first? I’m the youngest here."

Cassandra suddenly stopped walking, her crimson eyes narrowing dangerously. "Youngest?"

She stared at Miona for a moment before a wicked grin spread across her face. "My, my. You certainly have some nerve, little brat. Aren’t you supposed to be the oldest one here, you ancient hag?"

Miona’s face immediately reddened with anger. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN OLD HAG?!"

She glared fiercely at Cassandra before hurriedly correcting herself. "I mean the youngest in terms of joining Damian’s harem, you damn vampire. Not our actual ages!"

Cassandra merely giggled, clearly enjoying how easily she had managed to provoke her. "Hehehe. Oh, is that what you meant? How adorable. Look at how red your face has become."

Miona clenched her fists, looking as though she was seriously considering punching Cassandra before the battle even began. "Stop messing with me, you shameless woman."

Cassandra finally waved her hand dismissively, her amused smile never fading. "Fine, fine. Since you’re getting so worked up over it, I’ll be generous and let you go first."

Miona’s anger immediately disappeared, replaced by a satisfied grin. "Hehehe. Good. At least you know when to be reasonable."

Cassandra simply chuckled, deciding not to point out how easily Miona’s mood had changed.

With their little argument settled, Miona stepped forward and casually cracked her neck.

She then reached into her spatial ring and retrieved a pair of exquisite gauntlets.

The weapons were Top Rank Royal Grade gauntlets, their surfaces covered in intricate patterns that faintly radiated powerful energy.

Miona slipped them over her hands before clenching her fists several times, testing their fit. "Alright. Let’s see what these bastards can do."

At that moment, she stopped suppressing her cultivation.

BOOOOM!

A tremendous wave of Qi suddenly erupted from her body, sweeping across the battlefield like a raging ocean.

Her long hair fluttered violently as her full cultivation aura was revealed.

Peak Nascent Soul Realm.

On the opposite side, both Kurogane Masanori and the Yamikarasu leader immediately narrowed their eyes.

"Oh? So she’s also a Peak Nascent Soul cultivator," Masanori muttered, somewhat surprised.

The Yamikarasu leader studied Miona carefully before speaking in a cold voice. "That explains her confidence. She’s stronger than those first two women."

However, despite their initial surprise, neither leader appeared particularly worried.

After all, their combined forces included four Peak Nascent Soul cultivators, including the two leaders themselves.

Even if Miona possessed the same cultivation realm as them, they still held a considerable numerical advantage.

Masanori slowly rested his hand on his katana, his expression becoming confident once again. "Hmph. So what if she’s at the Peak Nascent Soul Realm? Does she really think she can fight all of us alone?"

The Yamikarasu leader nodded coldly, his gaze remaining fixed on Miona. "Don’t underestimate her. But with four Peak Nascent Soul cultivators on our side, there’s no reason for us to fear a single opponent."

Meanwhile, Miona merely stared at the gathered experts, her lips gradually curling into an excited grin.

She raised her gauntlet-covered fists and cracked her knuckles. "Hehehe. Now this is more like it."

Meanwhile, Cassandra remained several steps behind Miona, showing no intention of joining the battle just yet.

Instead, she casually examined her long, crimson-black fingernails before slowly licking one with a wicked smile. "Hehehe. Look at all those lovely little sacrifices."

Her blood-red eyes gleamed with anticipation as she watched the gathered cultivators. "Take your time, Miona. I’ll let you enjoy yourself first."

She chuckled softly, her smile growing increasingly sinister. "After all, darling promised us some entertainment, and I’d hate for the fun to end too quickly."

Her sharp fangs glinted beneath her crimson lips. "Especially when they all look so delicious."