No Compensation? Yu Yuanzhen Loses an Arm! Ning Fengzhi Plays Peacemaker? Yu Jingcheng: What a Hypocrite!

"Shut up!!!"

At that moment, Tang Hao could no longer hear a single word of reason.

His eyes bloodshot and breathing like an enraged bull, Tang Hao glared at Qian Yu and roared:

"Stop twisting words to suit yourself!

All I saw was you grievously injuring my father!

Qian Yu, today, either you die or I do!"

"Impudent!

Tang Hao, stand down!"

Seeing Tang Hao about to charge forward recklessly, Han Yu flashed in front of him in an instant.

"Senior Han, move aside!"

Tang Hao roared, his eyes red with fury.

Han Yu's expression darkened as he shouted sternly:

"Calm down!

Both Sect Master Yu and your father have already lost to Qian Yu, one after the other.

If you charge in now, what can you accomplish besides throwing your life away?

Do you want the Clear Sky Sect to be wiped out today?!"

At those words, Tang Hao shuddered. He clenched his fists tight but forced himself to stop.

Just then, Ning Fengzhi hurried forward as well. Wearing his trademark gentle smile, he began to smooth things over:

"Holy Son Qian Yu, Brother Tang Hao, please, both of you, calm down.

Today's incident was simply a misunderstanding that arose from a sparring match.

Now that the winner has been decided, why don't we let the matter rest here, as a favor to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

Let's turn our swords into plowshares. What do you say?"

"Do you think I care about doing you a favor?

Young Sect Master Ning, you make it sound so easy."

Qian Yu looked down at Ning Fengzhi and questioned him coldly, showing no courtesy:

"Tell me, what exactly have I done wrong from beginning to end?

It was Yu Yuanzhen and Tang Tian who relied on their seniority to target and make things difficult for me!

What, they're allowed to bully people with their power, but I'm not allowed to fight back?"

Qian Yu gave a cold snort and continued:

"Out of consideration for the dignity of the various sects, I haven't crippled them outright.

But I suffered this unwarranted misfortune for no reason. Surely it's only fair to ask them for a little compensation?"

There was no way he could cripple Tang Tian.

Tang Chen was still alive.

If he crippled Tang Tian, wouldn't Tang Chen come straight for Spirit Hall?

Though Qian Daoliu wasn't afraid of Tang Chen, Spirit Hall had a vast domain and a great deal to lose.

If someone struck at them from the shadows, the damage could be severe.

As for Yu Yuanzhen?

Qian Yu would simply demand an explanation from him!

At the word "compensation," Ning Fengzhi's anxious heart finally settled. He let out a long sigh of relief.

As long as this didn't have to end with one side dead, and the problem could be solved with money, it would be easy to handle.

Ning Fengzhi's smile grew more genuine as he went along with the suggestion:

"His Highness the Holy Son speaks reasonably.

Since the two Sect Masters provoked you first, they ought to offer compensation.

May I ask, Your Highness, what sort of compensation do you want?"

Qian Yu's lips curled into a mocking, icy smile. He spoke out loud, making an exorbitant demand without hesitation:

"My demands aren't that high.

Since the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan are so wealthy, let each of them hand over ten million Gold Soul Coins, along with three top-grade Soul Bones that are at least fifty thousand years old!

If they're short even a single coin, there's no way this matter ends peacefully!"

At those terms, even Ning Fengzhi, usually so composed, drew in a sharp breath.

His smile froze instantly.

"Ten million Gold Soul Coins?

And three top-grade Soul Bones over fifty thousand years old?!

Your Highness, this..."

This wasn't compensation. It was like carving a chunk straight out of the foundations of two great sects!

Yu Yuanzhen, who had just awakened and was recovering nearby, turned deathly pale.

He sprang to his feet and shouted through clenched teeth:

"That's sheer fantasy!

I'm done with this!"

With that, Yu Yuanzhen didn't even bother with pleasantries. He turned and tried to leave at once.

"You think you can leave?

Did you ask me first?"

Qian Yu sneered and lifted his hand, sending a fierce streak of purple-black light slashing forth.

"Bang!"

Yu Yuanzhen had just risen into the air when the blow smashed him back to the ground. He crashed down in a heap among the ruins.

Yu Yuanzhen struggled to his feet, neck stiff and eyes blazing as he glared at Qian Yu and roared:

"Qian Yu!

Don't even think about it!

This is extortion! Even if I die today, I'll never pay you that much compensation!"

"Is that so?"

Qian Yu's expression turned icy, and a terrifying killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"If you're so brave, then I'll collect a little interest first!"

Before the words had even faded, Qian Yu gave Yu Yuanzhen—and Ning Fengzhi and Han Yu beside him—not the slightest chance to react or intervene.

His figure instantly became a bolt of black lightning, darting forward!

"Whoosh—!"

A shrill arc of purple-black scythe light suddenly tore through the air.

"Ah—!!!"

Amid Yu Yuanzhen's gut-wrenching scream, an arm wreathed in lightning shot into the air!

Scalding blood gushed out, staining the surrounding ruins crimson.

The whole place fell silent once more.

No one had expected Qian Yu to actually dare, in front of everyone,

to cut off the arm of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Sect Master without a moment's hesitation!

"Hiss—"

Not far away, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao drew in sharp breaths at the same time, their scalps prickling.

Looking at Yu Yuanzhen's miserable state, the fury in their eyes was swiftly replaced by deep apprehension and fear.

Tang Tian, who had just awakened and was still weak, trembled with rage at the sight.

But he knew perfectly well that, having already used Ring Detonation, he was now in no condition to fight back.

Fuming with helplessness, Tang Tian could only turn his pleading gaze toward Han Yu nearby and speak weakly:

"E-Elder Han..."

Han Yu's expression had turned grim as well.

He didn't hesitate for a moment. Flashing forward, he stood between the screaming Yu Yuanzhen and Qian Yu.

Soul Power surged around him as he braced himself against Qian Yu striking again.

"Your Highness, please show mercy!"

Watching the blood cover the ground, Ning Fengzhi's usually composed mask finally shattered completely.

His brows drawn tight, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help challenging him:

"Holy Son Qian Yu!

Sect Master Yu merely refused your terms, yet you went so far as to cut off his arm!

Don't you think such conduct is far too cruel?!"

"Cruel?"

Qian Yu's brow furrowed slightly, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes.

He couldn't be bothered to lecture Ning Fengzhi about right and wrong. He shot him a cold glance and cut him off without the slightest courtesy:

"Young Sect Master Ning, get one thing straight: from beginning to end, this matter has nothing whatsoever to do with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Qian Yu snorted coldly, a mocking curve forming at the corner of his mouth:

"Still, if you're feeling especially charitable and insist on playing peacemaker, I suppose that could work."

Qian Yu gave the Death Scythe in his hand a slight turn and pointed it straight at Ning Fengzhi:

"The Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan owe me a total of twenty million Gold Soul Coins and six top-grade Soul Bones over fifty thousand years old.

Since Young Sect Master Ning feels so sorry for them, your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can pay their debt for them.

Agree to that, and I'll leave at once. How about it?"