Shen Jiusan and Chen Zheng were also somewhat stunned.
Just yesterday, Mu Xi and his group had left the military camp where the Qingjia Army was stationed.
But now, they unexpectedly appeared together in Gunzhou City!
They exchanged a glance and roughly guessed that after Mu Xi and the others left yesterday, they must have come to Gunzhou City immediately.
Silence filled the hall.
Mu Xi's arrival was like a storm, catching Xiahou Lin and the others off guard, even bewildering them.
"Zhenyue Prince, are you trying to interfere in our Su family's affairs?" Xiahou Lin said in a deep voice, his gaze cold and intimidating.
"Don't use the Su family to intimidate me," Mu Xi calmly responded. "I'll make it clear: whoever opposes Young Master Su today is our enemy!"
The expressions of the people present changed.
How could Su Yi, with his limited abilities, make the Zhenyue Prince and his group offend the Su family of Yujing City and support him?
Xiahou Lin suddenly revealed a disdainful smile. "Is that so? But even if you all join forces, it's difficult to change the current situation."
Pausing for a moment, he continued in a solemn voice, "Brother Cai, aren't you seeking revenge for your son-in-law? Please show yourself."
As his words fell, a man dressed in coarse linen robes walked out from a side hall. He had pitch-black hair and a pair of slender white eyebrows.
He carried a huge sword sheath on his back, his eyes filled with a sense of desolation and indifference. The moment he appeared, it caused a stir in the surroundings.
Baimei Wang, Cai Jinghai!
He was an elder figure who had entered the realm of Precelestial Martial Ancestor more than twenty years ago, widely renowned.
He was also the father-in-law of Yu Bai, the head of the Yu family, and the grandfather of Yu Shuangning.
"Zhenyue Prince, are you now certain that you want to test your strength against our Su family of Yujing City?" Le Qing asked with a smile.
Mu Xi disdainfully replied, "One thing I hate the most is a man who relies on his backing to commit wrongdoings. Just because there's an additional Baimei Wang, you think I'll be intimidated?!"
He rolled up his sleeves and swept his gaze over the people present. "If anyone wants to play with me, you can step forward now!"
The atmosphere in the hall fell silent.
But at that moment, Su Yi calmly spoke up, "Step back. I will personally resolve this matter."
Mu Xi was momentarily taken aback, touched his nose, and tactfully stepped back.
However, as Mu Xi looked at Xiahou Lin and the others, his gaze was filled with a hint of pity.
Amusingly, Xiahou Lin and his group, upon hearing Su Yi's words, showed a smile that seemed to be mocking and pitying at the same time.
"I pity them for not knowing any better, but they also pity Su Yi for not knowing any better..." Mu Xi's gaze became strange.
Interesting, it was truly interesting!
At this moment, Cai Jinghai's aged eyes, as cold as electricity, locked onto Su Yi and asked, "Was it you who killed Yu Bai on the Tea Party at Xishan?"
His words carried a strong killing intent.
"That's right," Su Yi casually responded. "Do you seek revenge?"
Clang!
Cai Jinghai opened the sword sheath on his back, drawing out a broad and massive sword. "Of course."
Xiahou Lin's eyes flickered, and he reminded, "Brother Cai, this is our Su family's Third Young Master. Even if he is unworthy, his life cannot be decided by you. Do you understand?"
Cai Jinghai fell silent for a moment and nodded. "Understood."
As he spoke, he wore a coarse linen robe, with his hair and eyebrows flowing. The aura belonging to a Precelestial Martial Ancestor rose steadily.
The people in the hall instinctively moved away, afraid of being affected.
"Third Young Master, if you kneel now, there's still time," Tianyuan Marquis Le Qing said with a playful smile.
Su Yi glanced at him and said, "Is that so? Then how about I start with you?"
He took a step forward towards Le Qing.
Le Qing was taken aback.
Cai Jinghai furrowed his brows and suddenly swung his sword, charging towards Su Yi. "Your opponent is me!"
Boom!
The sword qi was vast, thick as thunder, shimmering with a terrifying purple light, displaying great power and weight.
Purple Prison Thunder Sword Art!
This was the ultimate skill of Baimei Wang Cai Jinghai. It was said to be inherited from a land-immortal and possessed an unpredictable and mysterious might. When cultivated to the extreme, it could transform into earth-shattering thunder, reducing a mountain to dust with a single strike.
"With this sword, I shall display the magnificence of a Precelestial Martial Ancestor!"
Many people were amazed, showing a look of shock.
Within the Great Zhou Dynasty, Grandmasters were like heavenly dragons, but Precelestial Martial Ancestors stood at the pinnacle of martial artists, a terrifying existence.
If it were any other Grandmaster, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand such a sword and would be instantly killed!
"This sword is indeed extraordinary."
Xiahou Lin silently nodded.
Among the nine external royal kings of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Baimei Wang's age was old, but his cultivation was immensely profound. No one dared to underestimate him.
In the minds of many people, they even imagined the miserable scene of Su Yi being suppressed by this sword.
"Get lost!"
However, Su Yi's face showed no joy or sorrow. He lightly uttered a word from his lips.
Without even looking, he casually raised his hand and slapped it out.
In the void, a translucent crimson palm imprint appeared out of thin air, as if it were made of red jade. It was densely covered with threads of rhyme fluctuations.
Binghuo Precelestial Giant Palm Imprint!
This was a spell that Su Yi displayed using his "Martial Spirit Integration".
Boom!
It was as if a deity had lifted a mountain and smashed it down to the mortal realm.
The crimson palm imprint, carrying unmatched power, instantly descended. Before it, the thunderous and lengthy purple sword qi appeared fragile like fragile glass, shattered inch by inch.
The momentum of the crimson palm imprint did not diminish, directly slamming Baimei Wang back with a single palm, sword and all. He almost fell to the ground.
His old face turned red, veins bulging on his forehead. His blood and qi churned, and he was so miserable that he almost coughed up blood.
A trace of shock appeared between his eyebrows, unable to imagine the power a youth like Su Yi possessed.
The whole scene fell into silence!
Whether it was Xiahou Lin, Le Qing, Pei Wenshan, or other important figures present, they all stared dumbfounded at this scene.
Even Mu Xi and the others, who were very confident in Su Yi, did not expect that someone as powerful as Baimei Wang, a veteran Precelestial Martial Ancestor, would be unable to withstand a single blow from Su Yi and be directly shaken back!
"This... this..."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
In terms of cultivation, status, and strength, Baimei Wang Cai Jinghai should not have been shaken back in a single attack.
He was a Precelestial Martial Ancestor, and he even cultivated the awe-inspiring secret art, Purple Prison Thunder Sword Art. The massive sword in his hand was also a famous spiritual weapon. How could he be shaken back with a single blow?
While everyone was still in shock, Su Yi continued to step forward towards Tianyuan Marquis Le Qing.
His gaze was indifferent, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard.
His movements seemed slow but were actually extremely fast.
Le Qing's face changed, and he let out a strange cry, raising his hands like fluttering butterflies.
Chi chi chi!
Between his ten fingers, sharp finger forces intertwined and formed a large net of true essence, flaming red and crashing down towards Su Yi.
Fire Threads Enveloping the Fingers!
A top-tier martial art at the Heavenly Stage, the sharp finger forces, once covered, would inflict a cruel fate on the opponent, tearing them apart and turning them into a bloody mess. It was ruthless and sinister.
Su Yi's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain as he made a slashing motion with his fingers.
Bang!
The oncoming fiery net was easily torn apart as if it were made of paper, exploding in the void and splattering with dazzling flames.
Not good!
Le Qing's face changed drastically, and he immediately tried to dodge.
But at that moment, Su Yi uttered a light shout from his lips:
"Kneel!"
As if his words were a command, those few simple words seemed like an enormous towering giant sword fiercely cleaving at Le Qing's soul.
Grand Void Soul Sword Technique!
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Le Qing, the Tianyuan Marquis known for his unruly temperament, twitched violently and fell to his knees with a thump.
His cheeks twisted, his body trembling violently, and he let out agonizing moans as if in utter despair. Beads of sweat, as large as beans, drenched his entire body and clothes.
The reason was that his soul had suffered a heavy blow!
Seeing this scene, Xiahou Lin could no longer remain calm, his face full of astonishment.
According to the information he had gathered, although Su Yi possessed the earth-shattering power of a Swordmaster, he was still just a youth in the Qi Gathering realm.
But who would have thought that in just an instant, Su Yi had forced back Baimei Wang Cai Jinghai with a single palm strike?
Even more astonishingly, with a single move, he had subdued the Tianyuan Marquis, Le Qing!
This was completely different from the information Xiahou Lin had obtained.
"Mastery! Young Master San has actually stepped into the realm of mastery!!"
Finally, Xiahou Lin seemed to have realized something, his astonishment mixed with anger.
At this moment, the others present were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.
No one could have imagined that Su Yi would be this terrifying.
Otherwise, who would dare to underestimate him like that?
Relative to others, Mu Xi and Shen Jiusong remained relatively calm.
But seeing Le Qing, the Tianyuan Marquis, being suppressed and kneeling like a helpless chicken or dog, still made them feel a surge of fear.
As for Fu Shan, Nie Beihu, and Madame Wen, they were all stunned, their mouths wide open, their minds blank.
At this moment, Su Yi looked down at the kneeling Le Qing and calmly said:
"Don't worry, as I promised yesterday, I will let you reenact your actions at the Shushi Residence. Naturally, I won't kill you just like that."
Le Qing's face turned iron gray, his whole body trembling, his face filled with fear and disbelief, but he couldn't say a word.
He had previously been smug, arrogant, and provocative, with his words full of sarcasm and mockery, extremely deserving of a beating.
But now, he was kneeling in misery, suffering an unprecedented humiliation, with his soul heavily damaged, leaving him physically and mentally devastated, reaching the height of embarrassment.
"Kill!"
Suddenly, a violent shout resounded like thunder.
Baimei Wang Cai Jinghai once again made his move, wielding his giant sword and unleashing a raging torrent of thunder that merged into the strike of his sword.
He had underestimated Su Yi earlier when he was forced back.
Moreover, due to Xiahou Lin's reminder, he was concerned that a careless strike might kill Su Yi, so he had held back a lot of his strength.
But now, Cai Jinghai held nothing back.
Boom!
The entire hall shook, and the violent sword aura, akin to thunder, spread out, shattering nearby tables and chairs into pieces. It startled everyone, causing them to retreat in fear.
Amidst the dazzling brilliance, a three-zhang-long purple thunderous sword energy descended furiously towards Su Yi.
It seemed like a raging purple python, with heavenly thunder striking the world.