Lin Xin Tong

Seeing this, all the elders and Personal Disciple present were completely stunned. In their view, Feng Yunyang, as the patriarch's Closed-Door Disciple, must have the most outstanding talent in Jinghai and be invincible among those of the same realm.

In his previous battles against those two Personal Disciples, Feng Yunyang won easily, leading many to believe he hadn't used his full strength. But now, facing Yi Yun, how could he be defeated by Yi Yun in a single move?

A few days ago, Yi Yun defeated Song Bowen in one move, and now he defeated Feng Yunyang in one move as well! It's almost impossible to tell the difference!

What level of strength does Yi Yun possess? The patriarch might as well just take Yi Yun as his Closed-Door Disciple.

Didn't you hear what I just asked you?

As Yi Yun asked the question, the blade of the Illusion Snow Sword continued to cut into Feng Yunyang's cheek, freezing the entire right side of his face, causing him excruciating pain.

He was filled with extreme fear, and the biting cold made him stammer, "I... I'll talk..."

"My strength is inferior to... inferior to Bai Shanhe, and also... Lin Xin Tong..."

"Who is Lin Xin Tong? What is her background?"

Yi Yun asked again.

But little did Feng Yunyang know that back in the Seven Desolations Ancient Continent, he was merely a disciple of a minor sect, not a member of the Baiyue Divine Kingdom at all. He shook his head blankly. "I... I really don't know, I only know that she was the Baiyue Divine Emperor's Closed-Door Disciple."

Upon hearing Feng Yunyang's answer, Yi Yun frowned; he was not satisfied with it.

He couldn't be 100% sure that this Lin Xin Tong was his wife, but thinking about it carefully, Yi Yun had heard from the White Fox Princess that Lin Xin Tong had already had a fortuitous encounter that greatly enhanced her strength, and he also learned that Lin Xin Tong had come to Guixu.

There are countless martial artists in the Guixu realm, so it's not surprising that some share the same name. However, if they are top geniuses, their numbers are greatly reduced, and the chances of them sharing the same name are very small.

"Yi Yun! What are you doing? Release Junior Brother Feng Yunyang at once!"

Seeing that Feng Yunyang's head was almost frozen solid, Cang Wu shouted.

Yi Yun turned around and looked at Cang Wu. This glance made Cang Wu feel a little uneasy.

This Yi Yun is too strange. How can his strength be so great? Feng Yunyang is already a Dao Palace Fourth Layer martial artist with exceptional talent. Yi Yun was able to defeat him easily. Doesn't that mean that Yi Yun already has strength close to that of an ordinary Venerable?

This idea alarmed Cang Wu. If this were the case, wouldn't the sect leader and grandmaster be going to accept Yi Yun as their Closed-Door Disciple? Could it be that Yi Yun would become the future sect leader of Myriad Gods Ridge?

Not only Cang Wu, but many people had this thought at this moment. Yi Yun's beating of Feng Yunyang this time seemed to offend the ancestor, but according to the consistent tradition of Myriad Gods Ridge, he would actually be appreciated and trample Feng Yunyang underfoot.

Once Yi Yun's status rises rapidly, how could those who offend him expect to escape unscathed?

Zhang Tianxing and Song Zhanchen, in particular, had turned pale at this moment. If Yi Yun gained power, it wouldn't just be a question of whether they would have a good outcome; their entire Lineage would likely be wiped out of Myriad Gods Ridge! At this point, Zhang Tianxing and Song Zhanchen had no mind to care about their juniors being killed by Yi Yun.

"Junior Brother Yi, you should hand Feng Yunyang over to me. After all, he is the Ancestor's disciple."

Cang Wu knew he couldn't control Yi Yun, so he brought up his ancestor.

Yi Yun frowned. He hadn't gotten the information he wanted to ask, and keeping Feng Yunyang around was pointless. Moreover, he didn't know what the Myriad Gods Ancestor was thinking. Feng Yunyang was probably very useful to him, so Yi Yun naturally wouldn't kill Feng Yunyang now.

Yi Yun kicked Feng Yunyang, sending Feng Yunyang tumbling and spinning several times before landing in Cang Wu's hands.

Touching Feng Yunyang's body felt like touching a block of ice. Cang Wu took a deep breath, took out a pill from his Space Ring, and fed it to Feng Yunyang.

Everyone present looked at each other in disbelief; no one had expected that Feng Yunyang would be instantly defeated by Yi Yun.

"Young Master Yi, I apologize for my earlier offense. Please forgive me."

"Young Master Yi has truly broadened my horizons today. I originally thought Feng Yunyang was already a rare genius in the world, but I never expected that Young Master Yi is the most outstanding prodigy in Guixu."

Many people present spoke with great embarrassment, trying their best to salvage their image in Yi Yun's eyes.

Their mood at this moment was like they had just swallowed a fly. What kind of mess was this? A group of people came in high spirits to arrange for Feng Yunyang to stay at Chenyue Tower, and in the blink of an eye, Feng Yunyang was beaten black and blue, and they were all dragged down with him.

"Let's go, let's find our sect leader."

Cang Wu was extremely depressed. He was a proud man who had previously targeted Yi Yun in various ways. Now, he couldn't bring himself to say anything nice to Yi Yun, so he had no choice but to leave quickly.

The group of people slunk away, and Yi Yun naturally continued to live in Chenyue Tower. No one dared to ask Yi Yun to move out again.

A quarter of an hour later, in a dimly lit hall, the Kanglong Ding in the center of the hall, its body shrouded in primordial energy, as if black flames were burning within it.

A Red-robed Boy stood before the Kanglong Ding, facing it with his back to the gate. Behind the Red-robed Boy was an old man in gray, who was none other than the leader of the Myriad Gods Ridge.

"My lord, Feng Yunyang has been defeated by Yi Yun, and his arm has been severed. This arm is frozen by the cold air and scorched by the Black Fire. It is not impossible to reattach it, but it will require a lot of time and Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures."

"I know everything," the Red-robed Boy said in a deep voice, his voice as hoarse as ever. "He's more trouble than he's worth. He's just got some talent, and it's only because I spent so many resources on him that he's reached his current strength. Yet he's so proud of himself and thinks too highly of himself. He's utterly foolish!"

Mentioning Feng Yunyang, the Red-robed Boy revealed a hint of disgust. If this disciple weren't so useful, he would have killed him with a single blow.

"What should we do with Yi Yun? He's really too arrogant. He killed two of Song Bowen 'Personal Disciple, Zhang Wuchen, and now he's severely injured Fengyun. He doesn't care about the rules of Myriad Gods Ridge at all. If we don't deal with him, he might become even more outrageous. But then again, his talent is simply the highest I've ever seen in my life. I don't know how to handle him."

Mentioning Yi Yun, the Red-robed Boy rarely frowned. In his eyes, Yi Yun was like an unfathomable pool of water, not at all like a young man.

"Since Yi Yun can activate the Dragon Soul within the Kanglong Ding, his bloodline must be quite pure. Let's keep him alive for now and closely monitor his every move. I don't want any accidents to happen at the last moment."

"I'm already monitoring him," the leader of the Pantheon Sect accepted the order. "I will do everything in my power to ensure everything goes smoothly."