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Chapter 184 - Chapter 185: Beating a Grandmaster

Xiang Ming remained silent.

Being humiliated like this, he felt ashamed to speak.

He glanced at Tian Dong beside him, who understood the situation and wore a face full of grief and anger. Through gritted teeth, Tian Dong said:

"Master Wang, this person is called Su Yi. He suddenly intruded into the Shenxiao Peak today and offended Junior Sister Lingzhao. We couldn't bear it and asked him to apologize, but who would have thought that he would be so unruly..."

With impassioned words, they molded their provocations into a righteous act born out of indignation, while Su Yi became an unruly and arrogant villain.

Others chimed in agreement.

Having been humiliated and forced to kneel by Su Yi earlier, they had already lost face. With their anger burning, and now with their senior martial brothers present, who wouldn't want to seek revenge?

Wen Lingzhao frowned slightly as she listened, but she hadn't personally witnessed everything that had just happened, so she couldn't say much.

At that moment, the expressions of Wang Jianchong, the old man in Confucian robes, and the man with the floating beard all turned significantly darker.

At this time, Zheng Muyao approached and handed the writing utensils to Su Yi.

Then she turned to Tian Dong, her anger evident as she said, "Tian Dong, do you still have any shame left? Dare you repeat your words in front of me?"

"I..." Tian Dong's expression froze.

But before he could speak, Zheng Muyao turned to Wang Jianchong and respectfully saluted with clasped fists, saying, "Master Wang, I witnessed everything that happened just now. It was not at all as Tian Dong described."

As she spoke, she recounted the details of the battle that had just taken place.

During this time, the faces of Xiang Ming, Tian Dong, and the others changed unpredictably. They held deep resentment and never imagined that Zheng Muyao would completely disregard the camaraderie of their sect for the sake of Su Yi.

As they anxiously pondered how to refute the accusations, Wang Jianchong suddenly waved his hand, interrupting Zheng Muyao, and said, "There's no need to say more. Regardless of the circumstances, an outsider who comes to the Tianyuan Academy and commits violence, humiliating and trampling upon the academy's disciples, such behavior is unforgivable!"

The Deputy Palace Master of the Tianyuan Academy had a indifferent expression as his words rang out powerfully and forcefully.

Zheng Muyao was stunned, unable to help but say, "Master Wang, it was clearly their fault at the beginning. Why..."

Wang Jianchong furrowed his brow and interrupted her again, saying, "Zheng Muyao, as an inner disciple of the academy, you did not intervene during the battle just now. And now you are helping an outsider to argue on his behalf. What is your intention?"

Zheng Muyao's pretty face changed slightly, and an indescribable anger welled up within her.

It was the first time she had encountered such a thing and she couldn't believe that the Vice Palace Master would utter such words.

At this moment, Xiang Ming and the others felt completely at ease. Indescribable satisfaction surged in their expressions. How could they not understand that Wang Jianchong was going to stand up for them?

Although Zheng Muyao was the daughter of the Zheng family's patriarch, she couldn't even see through Wang Jianchong's intentions. It served her right to be rebuked!

"Considering your father and your mentor's face, I won't hold it against you. But if you dare to remain ignorant of what's good for you, don't blame me for using the disciplinary measures of the academy to punish you!"

Wang Jianchong said coldly.

Zheng Muyao clenched her teeth in anger, about to say something.

Su Yi patted her shoulder lightly and said calmly, "When dealing with unreasonable people, engaging in a war of words is the most futile. Don't pay them any mind. If he truly seeks death, I don't mind fulfilling his wish."

Zheng Muyao was taken aback, feeling moved in her heart, yet also astonished that Uncle Su didn't even care about the Vice Palace Master.

How bold!

"What... did you just say?"

Suddenly, Wang Jianchong's face turned red, his eyes widened with anger.

Others also wore expressions of disbelief. Who could believe that, even in this situation, Su Yi would dare to say that a Vice Palace Master was seeking death?

Wen Lingzhao was also somewhat bewildered. How come she hadn't noticed before that this seemingly ethereal guy could be so audacious?

"Brother Wang, calm down. The situation is already clear. Why bother getting angry at such an ignorant young boy? Let me handle this matter."

The old man in Confucian robes smiled and stepped forward, his gaze calmly fixed on Su Yi. He said, "Young man, earlier you forced the disciples of the academy to kneel before you. Now, I will give you a chance to kneel and await your fate. Otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, Su Yi interrupted indifferently, "No need for idle talk. If you want to die, just make your move. I guarantee I won't leave you alive."

As he spoke, he approached a nearby rock next to the pine tree and placed his writing utensils on it.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

Whether it was Xiang Ming and the others or Wen Lingzhao, they all stared blankly at Su Yi, feeling an indescribable sense of absurdity in their hearts.

The old man in Confucian robes was named Chu Kongchao. He was the eighth elder of the Tianyuan Academy, ranked as a Grandmaster at the Second Stage, and his martial arts attainments were extremely powerful. Even among those of the same realm in the secular world, he was far superior.

But now, he was actually being humiliated by Su Yi like this!!

Even Wang Jianchong and the man with the floating beard were momentarily stunned.

"What an arrogant brat!"

Chu Kongchao's face turned ashen with anger. He took a step forward, and a powerful aura of a Grandmaster suddenly surged out of him.

In that instant, it was as if a dormant volcano had erupted, and the powerful blood and energy pressure disrupted the nearby air, causing sand and rocks to fly.

So strong!

Some disciples were shocked internally, their expressions filled with excitement and anticipation. They couldn't believe that Su Yi was ignorant enough to provoke even Elder Chu, forcing him to make a move.

Boom!

Without giving anyone a chance to think, Chu Kongchao made a fierce move.

His hands turned into sharp claws, and in an instant, he reached out towards Su Yi. Between his ten fingers, dazzling light and shadows circulated, shining brilliantly like real blades.

The force of his grasp tore apart the air like shredded cotton, producing sharp bursts of explosions.

The Earth-ranked high-grade secret technique—Flying Hong Claw!

If he managed to grab hold, even a copper wall or an iron barrier would be torn to shreds like paper.

Even from a distance, Xiang Ming and the others felt suffocated.

Unfortunately, no one knew that just yesterday, Su Yi had killed a young martial master at the Third Stage of the Lunar Moon Sect.

And nobody knew how many Grandmasters had died at Su Yi's hands during this period of time.

Su Yi's lips curved into a cold sneer, shaking his head slightly. It was only when Chu Kongchao approached that he extended his right hand, forming seals in the void, and struck out with a single punch.

Like a god striking a large drum!

Crack! Crack!

Su Yi's fist seal resembled a flowing light, with an unstoppable momentum. As the hammer fell, Chu Kongchao's hands, which were like sharp swords, were directly crushed and shattered between his ten fingers. Joints and tendons exploded and shattered, spraying blood.

With no way to stop it, the force of Su Yi's punch penetrated fiercely into Chu Kongchao's chest.

Bang!

Under the gaze of horrified eyes, Chu Kongchao's slender figure crashed into the steep cliff over ten zhang away, creating a dull sound and causing rocks to shatter and scatter.

Then, a series of intense sounds of bones shattering, reminiscent of frying beans, emanated from his body. When he fell from the cliff, his body became limp like mud, his head tilted, and he no longer had any breath.

One punch, killing a Grandmaster!

The hearts of everyone present were clenched tightly.

"This..."

Xiang Ming and the other inner disciples were completely dumbfounded, unable to believe their own eyes.

Eighth Elder, such a powerful Grandmaster, was actually killed by a Qi Gathering Realm teenager with a single punch?

Wen Lingzhao's beautiful face was blank, her eyes devoid of focus. This punch felt like a heavy blow that landed in her heart, causing a surge of shockwaves.

The pride and confidence that radiated from Su Yi when facing her seemed to have been shattered by this punch.

She quietly clenched her jade-like hand, her cherry lips tightly pressed together, and a misty haze of confusion flickered in her icy eyes.

Just a month had passed, and he had already reached a level where he could kill Grandmasters after his cultivation recovered!?

"Father wasn't lying to me... Uncle Su is truly terrifying..."

Zheng Muyao trembled in body and mind, her beautiful eyes wide open. She couldn't help but recall the words her father had repeatedly admonished her last night:

"Lord Su may seem young, but he possesses incredible means and skills. Do not show the slightest disrespect!"

Previously, Zheng Muyao had been skeptical, but now she couldn't help but believe it.

The expressions of Wang Jianchong and the bearded man holding the sword had become unusually grave, their expressions changing constantly.

This punch deeply shocked them, making their minds tremble and realizing that something was wrong.

A Qi Gathering Realm teenager had just punched and killed Chu Kongchao right in front of them!

Who could have imagined such a thing before?

In this silent atmosphere, Su Yi calmly said, "I don't want to waste any more time on useless talk. Anyone who refuses to submit, step forward and face the consequences."

He wore a simple blue robe, appearing serene and aloof, just as before.

But in the eyes of everyone, this seventeen-year-old youth now carried a terrifying aura that made their hearts quiver.

"Su Yi, do you understand the consequences of your actions? If you truly make enemies with us, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave the Tianyuan Academy today!"

The bearded man holding the sword, Li Fengxing, spoke in a low and heavy voice, his face turning dark and grim.

Su Yi glanced at him and said, "Draw your sword, and I shall grant you death."

A tumultuous wave surged through the hearts of everyone present once again. This man named Li Fengxing was the seventh elder of the Tianyuan Academy, a renowned swordmaster!

He had traveled throughout the Great Zhou Empire with his sword for thirteen years, creating the "Flowing Cloud Nine Strikes" sword technique, which shook the entire Gunzhou region.

If it weren't for the time of his entry into the academy, with his martial arts accomplishments, he could have easily ranked among the top five of the nine elders!

And now, Su Yi had actually declared that he would grant Li Fengxing death!

"He's truly audacious..."

Li Fengxing sighed lightly and suddenly drew the long sword from his back. His eyes became as sharp as a sword, chilling to the soul.

He stepped forward with the sword in his hand, his body seemingly ethereal like flowing clouds, while the long sword in his hand instantly transformed into countless strands of dense and misty sword qi, like a drizzle, exuding an extreme sense of delicate beauty.

But it was also extremely dangerous.

The subtle sword aura could easily penetrate through the obsidian armor and shatter solid steel, unmatched in sharpness.

With a single swing of this sword, if it couldn't be blocked, the opponent would be instantly sliced into a pile of minced flesh by the dense and fine sword aura!

Su Yi's eyebrows slightly raised, and his deep eyes gleamed with a faint light. This sword... is quite interesting, it seems...

However, just as he was about to make a move,

Suddenly, a majestic voice rang out like the morning bell and evening drum, resounding through the venue —

"Stop!"