The golden light of dawn fully illuminated the magnificent arena, amplifying the roar of the ten million spectators. The air crackled with anticipation, a dense energy that promised earth-shattering conflict.

"Dear Guests! Esteem Cultivators! Leaders of the Righteous Faction! The moment is here! Today, we determine the victor of the Six Saintesses' Grand Tournament! Let the final day of the Six Saintesses Competition... BEGIN!"

All eyes were fixed on the six pristine platforms where the most beautiful, powerful, and influential women of the generation stood ready. The elegance and profound cultivation of the Saintesses were revealed to the whole world, their beauty earning a wave of gasps and praise from the awestruck crowd.

Vahn, watching from the Drunken Master's box, finally got a clear, unobstructed view of the four Saintesses he hadn't fully observed.

The first to shatter the silence was Aria Stormsong, the Saintess of War and Battle Spirit.

"Sisters, let's get this started, shall we?" she spoke with a fierce grin, just like a tigress assessing her prey.

Her appearance could described as: Beauty with Brawns.

She had bright amethyst hair, tied in a loose braid that matched her fierce eyes. She wore light armor adorned with golden trims and scarlet cloth, revealing the strength beneath her graceful movements. A wild and electrifying battle aura surrounded her, like a Lightning Goddess born for war.

Her weapon was a massive Greatsword, currently resting easily on her shoulder.

Next was Celestine Starborn, the Saintess of Fate and Stars.

Her voice was like a distant, musical chime:

"The Stars have already spoken, Aria. Today, the true Victor will be someone else," she replied cryptically.

With a shiny shiny scepter in hand, she appeared like a mysterious Oracle from the heavens.

She had silver hair that cascaded to her waist, and deep purple eyes that shone with a subtle, starry radiance whenever she focused. She wore flowing robes of midnight blue and white, embroidered with star-shaped patterns that seemed to faintly glow.

Her presence was serene, as if the cosmos themselves watched through her eyes.

Then came the voice of frigid heaven, belonging to the Saintess of Ice, Evelina Frostheart.

"I do not care about Victory. All I want to do is crush her," she declared, her tone betraying a rare crack in her icy control.

As her title suggested, she was a vision of Cold Goddess beauty. Her long, icy-blue hair was always perfectly combed, falling neatly over her pure white robes lined with sapphire threads. Her calm gray eyes reflected both cold discipline and quiet sorrow. Every movement carried grace and precision, like a snowflake that never lost its shape. She was currently glaring coldly at the seductive beauty diagonally opposite her.

Valeria Rosethorn.

The object of Evelina's ire was Valeria Rosethorn, the Saintess of Nature and Life.

Her juicy red lips curved faintly after hearing Evelina's cold declaration. "Oh my, my... Why is the famous Ice Goddess of Frostgate Bastion so angry at little old me? That's not so nice..."

She had long emerald hair that shimmered like forest leaves, with deep green eyes that carried warmth and mystery. Her attire perfectly blended nature and allure: a close-fitting gown woven from delicate vines and silk that moved sensuously with her every step.

On her left cheek, a distinctive heart-shaped mark could be seen clearly. It added more to her playful allure.

Vahn's gaze turned to the last two figures. The two remaining Saintesses were, of course, Seraphina and Flama.

While most of the Saintesses appeared to be in their early twenties, a conventional observation in this world meant little. In the cultivation world, where the ultimate goal was eternal youth and immortality, age dynamics were skewed. It was a common, almost universal obsession for high-level female cultivators to maintain their beauty and youth indefinitely.

Seraphina and others looked to be around 22, though Flama and Evelina appeared slightly younger, perhaps closer to Vahn's own physical age.

"Seraphina, Flama, why are you two so quiet?" Valeria Rosethorn asked teasingly. "Is it my fault that Vahn Necrotis fled away? Weren't you at fault, Serphina? So why is this Iceberg Princess targeting me? I don't understand."

"I am not talking about that person," Evelina snapped, her cold eyes fixed entirely on Valeria. "It's you, Vixen. You charmed my little brother with your obnoxious act. Now, he won't even come back home from his reckless training journey. It all because you said you only like strong men and he is weak...

Why did you have to talk like that when you have no interest in him?"

Evelina's spiritual aura flared, instantly dropping the temperature around her. The wind particles turned into a visible shower of ice sprinkles, indicating just how profoundly angry the dutiful noble was. The mention of her younger brother and the hurt she felt on his behalf had broken through her disciplined façade.

Valeria's lips curled with playful amusement, completely unfazed by the icy malice.

"Fufu... What else should I have done? I was just honest with myself."

Rumble!

Before the petty argument could escalate further, the sky rumbled violently with chaotic lightning.

Everyone turned to see Aria Stormsong, the Warrior Saintess, floating into the sky above the platforms. Her massive greatsword was now wrapped in arcs of ferocious, chaotic lightning.

Her very presence felt destructive.

"Are you all done with your mushy-mushy talk?" she bellowed, her voice overriding the rumble of the thunder. "If not, I am afraid, none of you are leaving alive!"

Buzz!

With a savage grin, she channeled the full might of the lightning into her weapon.

The colossal, crackling greatsword fell downward in a single, devastating cleave aimed at the five Saintesses below.

Rumble!

The attack was one of pure, raw destruction, forcing the five other Saintesses into immediate action. They instantly activated defensive artifacts or unleashed spiritual energy to propel themselves backward, barely avoiding the destructive blow that vaporized a massive chunk of the arena's central stone.

Aria descended slowly, her bright red hair now loose and crackling with electricity like tiny lightning bolts. The fierce grin on her face showed how much she yearned for this battle.

The other five Saintesses had no choice but to get serious, their arguments was instantly replaced by solemn focus. This earned a visible sigh of relief from the head referee, who had been seconds away from intervening to prevent a premature war among the six.

The matchups were now set, and the Grand Finale was ready to begin:

| Match 1: Seraphina (Light) | vs | Valeria Rosethorn (Nature) |

| Match 2: Flama Astoria (Fire) | vs | Aria Stormsong (Lightning) |

| Match 3: Celestine Starborn (Stars) | vs | Evelina Frostheart (Ice) |

Who will be proven the strongest?

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