Seeing Li Yuntian and the others kneeling on the ground, Wei Zhuangâs face became even more smug, and he laughed loudly, âJust kneeling doesnât show sincerity!â
Li Yuntian and the others turned pale, gritted their teeth, and prostrated themselves, their heads touching the ground, their voices filled with boundless sorrow and determination: âPlease, Senior Wei, show mercy!â
Wei Zhuangâs eyes narrowed, and his smile gradually faded. Li Yuntian and the othersâ unwavering loyalty moved him as well.
âWei Zhuang!â Su Mu swallowed the blood in his mouth, âI will never reconcile with you!â
âExactly what I was thinking!â Wei Zhuang clasped his hands together and suddenly struck Su Muâs chest.
With a loud thud, Su Mu spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted from the pain.
âMaster Su!â Li Yuntian and the others roared in anger, never expecting Wei Zhuang to break his word in front of so many people.
âDonât let any of them off!â Wei Zhuang ordered viciously, standing up from Su Mu and kicking him like a dead dog.
The Lingxiao Pavilion disciples who had been confronting Li Yuntian and the others all sneered and rushed forward, blocking Li Yuntian and the others and issuing challenges!
Li Yuntian and the others were seething with anger, not knowing how to vent it, and now that the other side had come to them, how could they refuse?
This was an outright gang fight, but each side had a fixed opponent.
Wei Zhuang sneered, looking at Li Yuntian and the others, and mocked, âWhoever dares to defy, beat them to death! If they die, itâs on me!â
He was clearly determined to teach these people who followed Su Mu a lesson, to show them the consequences of following the wrong person.
Because Yang Kai was close to Li Yuntian and the others, he was also targeted by one of Wei Zhuangâs subordinates. This person rushed to him, only reported his name, and without waiting for Yang Kai to react, attacked directly.
Yang Kai kicked out with a force like thunder, hitting the personâs stomach, causing him to immediately crouch down.
He was just unlucky; his strength was only at the eighth level of the Body Tempering stage, and by the rules, he wasnât qualified to challenge Yang Kai. But since he sought it out, he had no one to blame but himself.
Yang Kai dodged the chaotic battlefield and walked step by step toward Su Mu.
âHm?â Wei Zhuang squinted, looking at Yang Kai, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
Wei Zhuang knew exactly how many people were under Su Mu and who they were, but he had never seen Yang Kai before, and for a moment, he couldnât figure out Yang Kaiâs identity.
Yang Kai remained silent, his face cold, walking to Su Mu and checking his breathing. Finding that Su Mu was only unconscious, he felt much more relieved.
âWho are you?â Wei Zhuang was immediately displeased, thinking that since he had a grudge with Su Mu, this person dared to check Su Muâs injuries in front of him, clearly not taking him seriously.
Yang Kai stood up and looked at Wei Zhuang calmly.
âIâm asking you who you are,â Wei Zhuang lifted his chin, his voice stern.
âTrial disciple Yang Kai, please instruct!â Yang Kai bowed to Wei Zhuang, which was the proper etiquette for a challenge among Lingxiao Pavilion disciples.
âYang Kai?â Wei Zhuangâs expression changed, then he realized, âYouâre the Yang Kai who has been making a name for himself lately?â
âI donât dare to, but if thereâs no one else in the sect named Yang Kai, then itâs me.â
âHa! A mere trial disciple dares to challenge me! Do you have the qualifications?â Wei Zhuang sneered.
âAccording to the sectâs rules, as long as the difference in strength between disciples is less than three levels, they can challenge each other!â
âI am at the third level of the Kaiyuan stage, what are you?â Wei Zhuang sneered, as trial disciples were those who hadnât yet broken through to the Kaiyuan stage. Since he hadnât broken through, he must be more than three levels below him.
âI am also at the third level of the Kaiyuan stage!â Yang Kai replied calmly.
A wave of surprise rippled through the crowd.
âImpossible, Yang Kai is already at the third level of the Kaiyuan stage?â
âDidnât he only reach the third level of the Body Tempering stage in three years? Did he make a mistake, or did I remember wrong?â
âStrange, when Yang Kai challenged me recently, he was only at the eighth level of the Body Tempering stage. How did he reach this level in less than a month?â
Various doubts and questions arose.
Wei Zhuang also looked at Yang Kai with suspicion, wondering if he was telling the truth. If he had already reached the Kaiyuan stage, why was he still a trial disciple?
He didnât know that Yang Kai had only broken through last night, and directly from the ninth level of the Body Tempering stage to this level.
âNow do I have the qualifications to challenge you?â Yang Kai asked, his eyes flashing with a hint of ferocity.
âIf you really have this strength, then you do have the qualifications,â Wei Zhuang nodded, then sneered, âIf youâre not afraid of dying!â
Yang Kai said coldly, âI hope youâre not afraid of dying either!â
âArrogant!â Wei Zhuang was furious, thinking that with his defensive secret treasure, even a peak Kaiyuan stage martial artist couldnât break through his defense, making him invincible. How could a mere third-level Kaiyuan disciple defeat him?
âCome, let me see what you can do!â Wei Zhuang waved at Yang Kai arrogantly.
Yang Kai didnât hesitate, rushing forward and landing a punch directly on Wei Zhuangâs chest.
The scorching True Yang Essence Qi poured in, but it didnât hurt Wei Zhuang at all. Instead, Yang Kaiâs body shook, and he took several steps back, his fist turning red, clearly injured by his own Essence Qi.
âHa! Overestimating yourself!â Wei Zhuang became even more smug, but his expression changed when he noticed Yang Kaiâs eyes suddenly turning red, and a powerful Essence Qi fluctuation emanating from him, accompanied by intense heat.
There was no trace of fear or hesitation in his eyes, only unbridled excitement. His eyes were like those of a fierce beast, ready to pounce on its prey.
Without warning, Wei Zhuang felt a chill in his heart as Yang Kai pounced with a sinister smile. A drop of Yang Liquid appeared at his fingertips, transforming into a thin, blood-red blade at his will.
A flash of blood-red light and a light tearing sound, and Yang Kai and Wei Zhuangâs figures crossed.
Wei Zhuang felt a chill in his abdomen, and when he looked down, his heart sank. He screamed, âMy Xiuyun Chainmail!â
This Xiuyun Chainmail, a mid-grade defensive secret treasure, was suitable for his level, and the Grand Elder had bestowed it upon him. The Grand Elder had clearly stated that ordinary Kaiyuan stage martial artists couldnât break through its defense unless they used a powerful martial skill.
But now, this secret treasure, which he had placed great hopes on, had been sliced open by a third-level Kaiyuan trial disciple in one move.
What weapon did he use just now? Could it be that the blood-red weapon was also a secret treasure, and of a higher grade than the Xiuyun Chainmail? Otherwise, how could it have such a shocking effect?