Halfway up Flame Jade Peak, Dongfang Yu sat in the courtyard of an elegant residence, listening to an inner disciple's account.
As the disciple went on, Dongfang Yu's expression grew steadily darker.
A few minutes later, the disciple finished. Seeing Dongfang Yu's face dark as still water, he could not help showing a flicker of fear.
"Are you sure? That country bumpkin Ye Yun really challenged me?"
After a moment, Dongfang Yu spoke in an icy voice.
As he said it, his emotions churned like rivers overturning and seas surging.
Dongfang Yu had been delighted by a small breakthrough in his cultivation.
But the moment he heard that Ye Yun had challenged him, his spirits plunged. He felt as sick as if he had swallowed a fly.
He could not imagine where a martial artist from the Shattered Lands, who had been in the Desolate Sect for less than a year, had found the nerve to challenge him.
The thought made Dongfang Yu feel insulted. He roared at the inner disciple beside him:
"You! Go tell Ye Yun to prepare to lose. I'll make sure he can never hold his head up in the Desolate Sect again!"
The inner disciple dared not linger in the face of Dongfang Yu's fury. He nodded his agreement and hurried away from the residence.
Watching the disciple leave, Dongfang Yu's eyes blazed with menace. He muttered coldly:
"Ye Yun, I didn't come looking for trouble with you, yet you came knocking on my door.
If I don't make you pay a price worse than death this time, my name isn't Dongfang Yu!"
Half an hour later, Ye Yun saw an inner disciple to the gate and watched him walk away.
A moment later, Ye Yun closed the courtyard gate and headed toward the