Aren't They Your Fellow Disciples?

Gu Qingfeng stared at his severed arm, his face blank.

He simply could not believe he had lost in a single move.

And he had even lost his right hand.

Although he was only at the peak of the Profound Origin Realm, he was an inner disciple who could fight above his realm.

He had even defeated King Realm cultivators who possessed domains.

That was why Elder Jiao's defeat had not surprised him.

For inner disciples like them, defeating Elder Jiao was not difficult.

But never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he would fare even worse than Elder Jiao, suffering a grave injury in a single move.

"Quick, fetch a Black Jade Bone-Reconnecting Pill and help Junior Brother Qingfeng get treatment."

The man who had just warned Gu Qingfeng to be careful appeared before Xia Yu.

"You relied on the superiority of your weapon to injure an inner disciple of the Martial Saint Academy. I'll give you two choices. First, seal your own cultivation and await punishment from the Martial Saint Academy."

"Second, I defeat you and drag you into the Martial Saint Academy to receive your punishment."

The man wore an arrogant expression, looking down on him from on high.

Xia Yu stared coldly at him. After a moment of silence, he said slowly, "If I defeat you, will this matter be over?"

"Or will another old fellow come out once I defeat you? Is this what the Martial Saint Academy is like?"

The man froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Hahaha... defeat me? You're dreaming."

Just then, a Martial Saint Academy disciple behind him declared loudly, "Kid, this is Senior Brother Wang Yilun, ranked tenth among our academy's inner disciples. He's in the King Realm. If you don't want to be beaten to death, surrender!"

Xia Yu curled his lip and said indifferently, "Only tenth? What gave you the courage to step forward?"

"You're courting death!" Wang Yilun's expression darkened.

"Tell me first: if I defeat you, will this matter be over?"

"You injured our inner disciple and slapped the Martial Saint Academy in the face. You're not going anywhere."

Xia Yu smiled. "I understand. You can't make the decision. I don't have time to waste words on a useless fool!"

With that, Xia Yu turned abruptly toward Martial Saint Mountain without waiting for an answer.

"I, Xia Yu, challenge the younger generation of the Martial Saint Academy over our grievances. One battle to settle victory and defeat! Life and death!"

"Would someone who can make the decision please come out!"

An uproar erupted...

The moment he said those words, the entire entrance to the Martial Saint Academy seethed with commotion.

Someone had directly challenged their younger generation. Even the Martial Saint Academy's inner disciples possessed considerable strength.

And beyond them, the Martial Saint Academy also had legacy disciples.

Although these legacy disciples belonged to the younger generation as well, their strength was terrifying.

Rumor had it that the strongest legacy disciple had killed an Emperor Realm rogue cultivator while still in the King Realm.

"Insolence!"

Wang Yilun was furious.

Xia Yu had called him useless to his face.

And he had even said Wang Yilun could not make the decision. This was going too far.

If he did not kill this man, how could he ever show his face outside again?

"Take my sword!"

Wang Yilun drew his sword.

In an instant, its radiance dazzled the eyes.

Streaks of sword light formed a circle, like a sun made of sword radiance, and swept toward Xia Yu to engulf him.

King-tier sword technique: Blazing Sun Sword Technique!

A look of obsession appeared on Elder Jiao's face. He had coveted this sword technique for a long time, but unfortunately, he could not afford to exchange for it.

"The moment Senior Brother Wang strikes with his Blazing Sun Sword Technique, it's like the blazing sun hanging overhead. Incredible! I doubt this kid can withstand even one move!"

"When will I ever reach Senior Brother Wang's level?"

An outer disciple of the Martial Saint Academy wore an arrogant expression, his eyes brimming with pride.

"None of us can match Senior Brother Wang's sword strike. Once I get back, I must enter seclusion and study it carefully."

The other inner disciples also looked deeply impressed.

As for Xia Yu, they did not even bother looking at him.

In their minds, Wang Yilun's strike would leave Xia Yu either dead or gravely injured. That was only natural.

"I have no time to waste! Get lost!"

Xia Yu barked. His body flickered, and the Sin Dragon Spear in his hand suddenly shot out.

Divine Dragon Movement!

Heaven-Splitting Three Forms: Heaven-Breaking!

The physical strength of three activated small worlds, along with the Origin Force of three small worlds, surged straight into Xia Yu's Sin Dragon Spear.

Pfft!

The dazzling sun abruptly shattered.

Xia Yu pierced the little sun of sword radiance with a single thrust, bringing his spear tip against Wang Yilun's throat.

"Useless fool. Bother me again, and I'll kill you!"

Xia Yu's expression was icy as he swept the Sin Dragon Spear sideways with a reverse swing.

Bang!

Wang Yilun flew backward, blood spraying everywhere.

Half his face instantly swelled.

Xia Yu had not used the spear's blade. Otherwise, he would have killed him outright.

Wang Yilun collapsed to the ground and could not help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Several molars came out with it.

At that moment, Wang Yilun's gaze was also blank, his eyes unfocused.

Even when his junior inner disciples helped him up, he showed no reaction. He simply could not accept it.

He had been furious when Xia Yu called him useless.

But he could not withstand even one move from Xia Yu. If he was not useless, what was he?

Now he understood how Gu Qingfeng felt.

This sense of defeat was simply impossible to accept.

The cultivation and swordsmanship he had once taken such pride in could not withstand a single blow before this man.

To think he had called himself a genius. Now he was nothing but a joke.

If Xia Yu had been some mighty expert, he could have accepted it.

But Xia Yu was clearly younger than him.

Judging by his clothes and appearance, he was clearly not from any major place, either.

To be defeated in one move by someone like this... he had no face left to show anyone.

"Junior Brother Wang, victory and defeat are commonplace in life. The spear in his hand is at least a supreme-grade Emperor Weapon. There's no shame in your defeat!"

"You can suffer defeat in life, but you must not lose your confidence."

A deep, resonant voice sounded beside Wang Yilun's ear.

"Senior Brother!"

Wang Yilun stirred. After a moment of silence, light gradually returned to his eyes.

"You're right, Senior Brother. I've learned my lesson!"

"Good. It's impressive that you could come to terms with it so quickly. Reflect on it carefully when you return, and you should be able to advance further." The eldest senior brother smiled and spoke gently.

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Wang Yilun suddenly felt much better.

"If you want to strengthen your bond, please go back and do it. If no one can step forward and make the decision, I'm leaving," Xia Yu said irritably.

He had just glanced back and seen that Xia Yao's condition had worsened.

Suddenly, Xia Yu's eyes widened, and he rushed toward Xia Yao like lightning.

He saw two figures, one old and one young, approach Xia Yao.

The young man was the very person who had tried to sell him information earlier.

People from the Martial Saint Academy!

"How dare you resort to dirty tricks!"

Xia Yu growled, leaving a trail of afterimages as he thrust the Sin Dragon Spear straight at them.

A glint of cold steel flashed with breathtaking speed.

Xia Yao was his reverse scale. Anyone who dared touch the sister who had depended on him as he depended on her had to die!

Smack!

Two hands suddenly clapped together, catching the tip of the Sin Dragon Spear.

The young man wore a broad smile and hurriedly shouted, "Brother, don't misunderstand! Don't act rashly! Let my master examine your sister first."

Xia Yu froze!

Looking down, he saw that the old man was indeed taking his sister's pulse.

I'd misunderstood!

A little embarrassed, Xia Yu hurriedly put on a smile. "Sorry, brother! I was too anxious."

"No harm done! No harm done! The first time I saw you, brother, I felt we were brought together by fate. Once Master cures your sister, let's have a drink together. Oh, right, my name is Shen Yuxuan. What's yours?"

The man threw an arm around Xia Yu's shoulders without the slightest reserve.

This affectionate gesture made Xia Yu stiffen.

Why did that talk of being brought together by fate sound so wrong?

"Hello, Brother Shen. My name is Xia Yu."

Shen Yuxuan smiled. "Rainfall? What an interesting name. I'll have to see if there's someone called Clear Skies. You two would be a perfect match."

Xia Yu blinked. Before he could speak, Shen Yuxuan turned him around with an arm still around his shoulders.

"Brother, those fellows are coming over. Beat the bastards up! I really can't stand the sight of them."

Xia Yu froze, then could not help asking, "Aren't they your fellow disciples?"