Hong Ming Yue's Three Lives Flute made a very subtle sound with a crack appearing on the emerald flute.

A same crack seemed also emerged from Hong Ming Yue's pretty and delicate face.

However, none of them was comparable to the injury to her self-esteem.

When the Little Boundless Finger fell, Hong Ming Yue still felt somewhat unreal.

Yet the golden Buddha did break her doubled Reincarnation Force with just one finger.

Hong Ming Yue could never expect the ancient Force would be so powerful, which was not what she, a fighter just broke through the Second Grade Reincarnation Realm could match.

But how was this possible? The other party did not even reach the Reincarnation Realm. Until the moment of falling from the arena, Hong Ming Yue still felt it hard to believe.

The wounds on the body and the spirit instruments could be repaired, but one's self-esteem was unable to recovery once it trampled and crushed.

Hong Ming Yue tried to stand up.

However, her legs seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and could not stand up straight. She attempted several times but fell to the ground every time.

Dead silence reigned the arena, no one even thought of helping her.

Her family and her parents who loved her most were still staring at her and watching her fall repeatedly to the ground in disbelief.

A sharp stone scratched her cheek, making her feel an acute pain, but she did not know where the pain came from.

She could only crawl among the rocks, looking up at the sky, the one who looked down on her.

One attack, just like he alleged

He really defeated her with just one attack.

She still remembered that the same situation happened six months ago, but their positions were the opposite.

At that time, the First Song of the Three Lives Flute had already fl.u.s.tered Hong s.h.i.+ San.

Nevertheless, six months later, she was lying on the ground, unable to fight back.

The drill grounddrill ground in the Imperial Palace was now already in a mess.

Smoke had dispersed, and the entire challenge arena had blasted to pieces.

In the audience, the Emperor Xia, the Prince, the Empress, civil and military officials, and even the People from the Hong Manor were all stupefied at this moment.

All this came too soon.

Hong Ming Yue, who once ranked third on the Dan List of North Qing Continent, defeated by one attack.

Looking at his daughter who had sank in ruins like a piece of discarded rubbish with scars all over, Hong Fang's eyes were filled  with disbelief and disappointment.

Was Ming Yue, his favorite daughter and longstanding pride, defeated?

In front of his eyes, his daughter was indeed like a piece of garbage, collapsed on the ground. She was defeated, completely defeated.

Zhuge Rou's face was also gloomy.

"Master, Ming Yue... our Ming Yue." Zhuge Rou began to cry.

Hong Fang's lips and teeth bite tightly, and the haze in his eyes was getting thicker.

He was startled by his daughter's defeat, but failure was just failure since everything had a foregone conclusion.

After the shock, Hong Fang soon calmed down because he knew the plan had to continue.

The good or bad of the result of this contest was in fact insignificant.

Hong Ming Yue's victory would naturally be the cherry on the cake, but it would not affect the overall situation if she lost.

Hong Fang's gaze seemed to fall into the audience.

Hundreds of Alchemists from the "Dan Palace" secretly arranged by him were sitting below. As long as he gave an order...

"Hong s.h.i.+ San! How dare you!" Luo Song could not help but rose to his feet.

Before the results came out, he also never expected that Hong Ming Yue would lose, to a little-known boy.

Hong Ming Yue was now his fiancée. The defeat of Hong Ming Yue by Hong s.h.i.+ San was clearly a humiliation to the Three Lives Valley.

How could Luo Song swallow this grievance in any case?

"What? Even our young master Luo Song could not tolerate and want a revenge? Well it seems your age is too old for this contest." Hong s.h.i.+ San responded and back onto the ground.

Flus.h.i.+ng with anger, Luo Song jumped up and wanted to fight Hong s.h.i.+ San, taking no consideration of life-and-death.

"Luo song, you are in Da Xia, not the Three Lives Valley."

The Emperor Xia suddenly thundered.

Several generals from Da Xia including Lan Yingwu and Nie Feng Xing rapidly got up and stopped Luo Song.

Not only Lan and Nie, even the Emperor Xia who was originally polite to Luo Song, was somewhat enraged.

This was the Imperial Contest of Da Xia where victory and defeat was a common thing. Though Hong Ming Yue's defeat surprised everyone, but it also highlighted more, the strength of the fighter called Hong s.h.i.+ San.

The Emperor Xia and Prince Xia Hou Qi both had the heart to intake him under their wings.

Ye Huang Yu just came back to her senses. She felt her daughter a stranger after only several months' separation.

The tone of the Emperor Xia had already explained everything.

People from the Hong Manor all wore a darkened face.

"Senior, I lost."  Hong Ming Yue rose from the rubble with difficulty.

Even if she lost, she still kept her spine straight. There were several small wounds on her pretty face.

Some blood oozed from her wound, giving the originally cold Hong Ming Yue a strange touch of beauty.

She clenched the Three Lives Flute tightly in her hands, and forced a smile.

"Hong s.h.i.+ San, you won."

The audience was in an uproar. No one could expect that there would be such a big black horse in this contest.

After Hong Ming Yue finished her words, Luo Song on the one side hurriedly came forward and hugged her in his arms. This time, Hong Ming Yue didn't push him away. She was exhausted, just like being drawn her bones after the failure with her body without a trace of strength and meekly stayed on Luo's arms.

Luo Song was so flattered and he had never seen Hong Ming Yue like this.

Hong Ming Yue, relying on him, was more like a normal woman in his eyes.

Luo Song had a feeling in an instant that perhaps it was better for Hong Ming Yue to be defeated.

In this way, she would be like a woman who is obliged to her traditional duties, a.s.sisting her husband and bringing up children.

Luo Song only felt his heart was going to flutter. He held Hong Ming Yue and walked step by step toward the seats of the Hong Manor.

Lan Cai' Er and Little Crow let out a loud cheer, rose up from the audience seats and rushed to Hong s.h.i.+ San.

Silence prevailed in the seats of the Hong Manor.

Hong s.h.i.+ Zi was livid, while Hong Fang and his wife were sitting in their seats blankly.

The Emperor Xia cleared his throat.

"Is there anyone who wants to challenge Hong s.h.i.+ San?"

He was just asking.

That attack had scattered the whole challenge arena directly, how could the fight continue?

Besides, even Hong Ming Yue was defeated, how could the rest of the others be Hong s.h.i.+ San's opponent?

After the Emperor Xia finished his words, four or five fighters stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, we would like to compete with Hong s.h.i.+ San."

The Emperor Xia looked at these fighters, all of whom were young and had performed well in the earlier matches. However, in terms of strength, no one could compare with Hong s.h.i.+ San.

"Hong s.h.i.+ San has just finished a compet.i.tion, and must have exhausted his Yuan Force. Let him have a short break. Whoever wants to compete can step onto the arena first." The Emperor Xia wanted to intake Hong s.h.i.+ San and didn't want to miss these young talents at the same time, so he ordered people to clean up the drill grounddrill ground.