Humiliation (Please Vote and Bookmark)

Chapter 29: Humiliation (Please Vote and Bookmark)

Just as Ye Yun's fist was about to strike Zhao Yu, a voice came from afar.

"Stop!"

Hearing the distant voice, Ye Yun did not stop. His fist smashed heavily into Zhao Yu's head. In an instant, Zhao Yu was dead beyond all doubt.

"You bastard, you dared disobey my orders!" the voice roared furiously upon seeing Ye Yun kill Zhao Yu without mercy.

As the words fell, Ye Yun saw a figure leaping continuously through the forest ahead. Within a few breaths, the figure arrived before him.

Ye Yun looked clearly at the newcomer. He was a tall, upright young man with sword-like brows and starry eyes, a broadsword strapped to his back, and an overbearing aura radiating from every inch of him.

"Didn't you hear what I said? Why did you still attack?" Every word the young man spoke brimmed with arrogance as he questioned Ye Yun.

Hearing the young man's interrogation, a flicker of anger rose in Ye Yun's heart. He said, "May I ask who you are? I am a disciple of the Purple Extreme Sect. Why should I listen to you and spare my mortal enemy?"

Rather than becoming angry, the young man laughed. "Ignorant brat, did the Purple Extreme Sect not teach you to hold the strong in awe? If they did not, then I will teach you today. Kneel when you speak to me."

At once, Ye Yun felt an immense pressure emanating from the young man. It crashed toward him, and his body instantly sank. The pressure surged relentlessly from the young man, forcing Ye Yun to kneel.

Bearing this immense pressure, Ye Yun gritted his teeth and held on by sheer force.

Seeing that Ye Yun had yet to kneel, the young man released an even stronger pressure the next moment, which surged toward Ye Yun.

As the stronger pressure descended, a trace of blood flowed from Ye Yun's mouth. His knees trembled slightly beneath it. With bloodshot eyes fixed on the young man, Ye Yun said hatefully, "Keep dreaming. Even if I die, I will never kneel before you."

Seeing this ant-like Ye Yun still daring to provoke him, the young man could not help but rage, "Good, you have backbone. Since you are so bent on courting death, then die!"

After saying that, the young man was about to kill Ye Yun when the sound of something tearing through the air suddenly rang out.

In the blink of an eye, a bald young man appeared. He was broad and towering, dressed in white robes. A scar stretched across his handsome face from the root of his ear all the way to his chin.

At that moment, the bald young man spoke.

"Zhuang Yan, you have quite the nerve. You even dare kill someone from my Purple Extreme Sect. It seems I did not beat you badly enough last time."

Upon hearing the name Zhuang Yan, Ye Yun instantly understood who had humiliated him just now. Tyrant Blade Zhuang Yan, the Emerald Palace's chief disciple and one of the Great Chu Dynasty's Eight Great Geniuses. Ye Yun carved that name deep into his heart.

Zhuang Yan looked at the bald young man, his eyes filled with apprehension. After snorting coldly, he said, "Xiang Wentian, you merely won by a fluke last time. Stop spouting nonsense here. I am killing this brat today. Are you certain you want to stop me?"

The bald young man before him was none other than the Purple Extreme Sect's chief disciple, the Martial Madman Xiang Wentian. Hearing Zhuang Yan's arrogant words, Xiang Wentian narrowed his eyes and said, "If you insist on doing this, then you had better prepare to fall here today."

As his words fell, Xiang Wentian had already assumed a combat stance.

Seeing this, Zhuang Yan slowly drew the broadsword from his back.

Just as battle was on the verge of erupting, a string of silver-bell-like laughter suddenly rang out.

"Senior Brother Xiang, Senior Brother Zhuang, now is not the time to fight. Could you give your little sister some face and wait until this exploration of the ruins is over before fighting?"

Before the words had faded, a fragrant breeze swept over. A young woman dressed in a black gown appeared atop a distant tree. Her beauty was like snow, peerlessly delicate; her bright eyes and white teeth shimmered with enchanting grace.

The moment Ye Yun saw the young woman, he was stunned. It was the first time he had ever seen such a beautiful woman. On the other side, Xiang Wentian and Zhuang Yan turned to look at the black-clad young woman.

After a moment, Zhuang Yan spoke first. "I have no objection to what Junior Sister Mo Chou says. I am only afraid that a certain Martial Madman will refuse to show her any face."

This black-clad young woman was Mo Chou, the Serene Fairy, one of the Eight Great Geniuses who stood alongside the two of them and the Phantom Serenity Palace's chief disciple.

After hearing Zhuang Yan's words, Xiang Wentian said, "Very well. I will give Junior Sister Mo Chou some face today and spare him for now."

Hearing his answer, Mo Chou smiled at the two of them. "Then Mo Chou thanks both Senior Brothers. However, the ruins are about to open, so we should hurry over. It would not do to let Tuoba Tian and the others seize the initiative."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Wentian and Zhuang Yan both agreed.

At that moment, Zhuang Yan looked at Ye Yun and said, "Brat, consider yourself lucky today. I will spare your life for now. The next time we meet will be the day you die."

Without caring about Ye Yun's reaction, he rushed toward the depths of the Blackwater Mountains, with Mo Chou following behind him.

Xiang Wentian looked at Ye Yun and asked, "Junior Brother, are you all right?"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Xiang, for saving my life." Ye Yun bowed to Xiang Wentian.

Seeing this, Xiang Wentian said, "Junior Brother, there is no need for this. We are fellow disciples; it is only right. Ruins have emerged in the depths of the Blackwater Mountains these past few days, and it is not very safe. Junior Brother, you should return to the sect early. I still have matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first."

After saying that, Xiang Wentian pursued Zhuang Yan and Mo Chou in the direction they had left.

Looking in the direction the three had gone, Ye Yun thought of the humiliation Zhuang Yan had inflicted upon him just now, and his heart seemed to bleed.

Today's experience gave him a clearer understanding of the principle that the strong were revered and the weak became prey.

"Zhuang Yan, I will wash away today's humiliation with your blood. Just wait. That day will not be far off." Ye Yun swore with a savage expression.

Only after a long while did Ye Yun's emotions gradually settle. There was still a vast gap between him and Zhuang Yan. His foremost goal was to enter the Hundred Strong Ranking. Only then would he have the chance to participate in the once-every-three-years Great Dynasty Tournament and challenge Zhuang Yan openly and honorably.

The Great Dynasty Tournament was a competition jointly held by all the powers of the Great Chu Dynasty. Anyone who attained a ranking in the Great Dynasty Tournament could receive extremely generous rewards.

The current Eight Great Geniuses had also risen above the rest in the previous Great Dynasty Tournament. They were the War Demon Hall's Battle Maniac Tuoba Tian, the Phantom Serenity Palace's Serene Fairy Mo Chou, the Emerald Palace's Tyrant Blade Zhuang Yan, the Purple Extreme Sect's Martial Madman Xiang Wentian, the Flowing Cloud Sect's Wind-Chasing Leg Ye Liuyun, the Earthfire Sect's Little Medicine Immortal You Lan, the Great White Sword Sect's Gentleman Sword Li Qinglian, and the Vajra Sect's Vajra Fist Huixin.

The sects behind these Eight Great Geniuses were precisely the Great Chu Dynasty's one hall, two palaces, and five sects—the eight great powers. Not only were these eight powers immensely strong, but the disciples they cultivated were also among the strongest of the Great Chu Dynasty's younger generation.

Ye Yun walked over to Zhao Yu's corpse and searched him, finding a Storage Bag. He did not immediately check what was inside. Instead, he continued cleaning up the battlefield. After searching everything thoroughly, he headed straight out of the Blackwater Mountains.

(End of Chapter)