In a flash, Xu Yi let go of Li Zhenghe and pointed at Ye Zhifan. "I'll count to three. You'll kneel when you talk to me." As soon as the words left his mouth, the entire courtyard fell into dead silence. Then a world-shaking burst of laughter erupted. There were nearly ten times as many onlookers here as at the poetry gathering.
"You son of a—" Ye Zhifan finally lost his temper. In front of all these people, a crippled new Inner Sect Disciple had pointed at his nose and said something so outrageous. If he didn't flatten Xu Yi, could he even show his face again?
With a sudden leap, Ye Zhifan shot into the air and waved his hand. Four pillars of light appeared around Xu Yi in an instant, trapping him securely in their midst.
"The Heaven Shaking Art! I can't believe Senior Brother Ye has cultivated it to this level. How many years has it been?"
"The master opens the door, but cultivation depends on the disciple. The old saying never lied. This is the benefit of having a master!"
"This Zhong Ruyi is asking to die. Does he think that because he flattened Tao Jin, he can throw his weight around in the Inner Sect too? Even Tao Jin probably hasn't cultivated any divine arts yet. And this fellow dares to stir up trouble at You Yue Peak? He's got his eyes on backward."
The vast majority of the onlookers were from You Yue Peak. They didn't know what had happened, and even if they did, at most they would think Ye Zhifan had acted frivolously. They would never think Zhong Ruyi had the right to come knocking on their door over it. That was an insult to all of You Yue Peak. For a