"I lost!" Bao Yijian murmured.
He had never imagined that he, too, would lose in a single move.
One move!
Yet another single move!
That meant Xia Yu still had not played his trump card.
He had been completely unable to detect Xia Yu's miraculous disappearance just now.
If he could not detect him, he could not strike with his sword.
He had lost!
Lost utterly and completely!
"You're not killing me?"
Bao Yijian froze for a moment, then looked at Xia Yu and could not help asking.
Just now, Xia Yu had withdrawn the Sin Dragon Spear.
"I like the look of you!"
Xia Yu shook the Sin Dragon Spear and pointed it at the other inner disciples. "Who else wants to come up here and die?" he asked coldly.
None of the inner disciples dared meet Xia Yu's gaze.
Who in the inner court did not know Bao Yijian's sword? He ranked third on its leaderboard.
Even he could not withstand one thrust from Xia Yu. Naturally, they would fare no better.
Whose life was not worth something?
Who would knowingly walk to their death?
"Heh. Inner disciples of the Martial Saint Academy? A bunch of trash!"
"Senior Brother, let's go," Xia Yu said coldly.
"Sure. They really are a bunch of trash. Hahaha..."
Shen Yuxuan was all smiles. Xia Yu's combat prowess had stunned him time and again.
He could have dodged that sword strike just now.
But he would have relied on his own formidable strength.
Xia Yu's movement technique, however, was utterly miraculous, unlike anything he had ever heard of or seen.
Seeing that Shen Yuxuan was about to leave, Xu Weilin immediately stepped forward, pressing him with every step.
He swept an icy gaze over the inner disciples.
Quite a few of them shuddered, a chill rising in their hearts.
Their Senior Brother was angry!
Several inner disciples exchanged complicated looks.
Suddenly, one of them moved and let out a thunderous shout.
"Attack together! Kill him! We inner disciples can die in battle, but we cannot die under another's humiliation!"
The saber in his hand became a streak of flowing silk as he swung it down at Xia Yu.
At the same time, a massive shield appeared in his left hand.
He hid his entire body behind it.
A defensive king weapon!
He sought no glory, only to avoid a mistake!
He was confident that with this shield, even the emperor weapon in Xia Yu's hand could not kill him in a single strike.
Then, once his fellow inner disciples behind him attacked together, they would surely kill Xia Yu.
He could seize the foremost credit without risking his life. This was worth doing.
Sure enough, as he charged at the very front, three inner disciples beside him also attacked.
Sabers flashed and swords flickered!
Whistling rang out!
Their momentum filled the sky!
Thud!
A muffled impact rang out.
No, four muffled impacts!
The four impacts came so quickly that they sounded like one.
Xia Yu shifted aside and withdrew his spear. Not a trace of blood stained its tip.
Of the four inner disciples, the shield bearer stood frozen in place.
The three descending through the air crashed straight to the ground with a bang.
Disbelief filled the face of the inner disciple holding the shield.
He had never imagined that Xia Yu would pierce the shield with a single thrust and stab through his throat as well.
He had been using a king weapon!
A defensive king weapon!
How could it crumble at a single blow?
Four kills!
Four kills in one strike!
The other inner disciples felt their hearts trembling.
Who among the younger generation could match him?
They all looked toward Xu Weilin.
Among them, probably only Xu Weilin could defeat him.
But Xu Weilin was still blocking Shen Yuxuan.
Meanwhile, Shen Yuxuan's smile grew broader and broader.
He knew Xu Weilin would not attack.
If he did, he could forget about entering the Emperor Realm in his strongest possible state.
He was betting that Xu Weilin would not attack.
Xia Yu's expression remained unchanged. "Who else?" he asked mildly.
Silence gripped the entire crowd!
Shen Yuxuan glanced at Xu Weilin, then flashed to Xia Yu's side and draped an arm over his shoulders.
"Haha, Junior Brother, that fight was downright exhilarating! Come on, let's head back. These pieces of trash don't dare fight anymore!"
Xia Yu nodded, also ready to leave.
He did not know how Xia Yao was doing, and he was terribly worried.
"Xu Weilin, attack!"
Suddenly, an icy voice rang out in midair.
Although it was not loud, everyone present heard it perfectly clearly.
Shen Yuxuan's expression changed at once.
"Go, now!"
"Go? Where do you think you're going?" A graceful figure appeared before Shen Yuxuan in an instant.
"The inner disciples are trash, but aren't you trash as well? In what year have you people from the Dao-Seeking Academy ever dared accept a challenge?"
"A bunch of turtles hiding their heads in their shells, calling others trash? How laughable!"
Shen Yuxuan fell silent.
"Senior Brother, who's this pretty chick?" Xia Yu suddenly asked.
The woman frowned and turned her gaze on Xia Yu. "What did you say?" she asked coldly.
"Ah, the prettier the chick, the bigger her temper. My mother was right. Good-looking women all think they're somebody important, and that nobody in the world deserves them."
"But really, aren't they just women? Sooner or later, they'll end up underneath a man. Aren't they afraid nobody will marry them if they keep scowling all day?"
Xia Yu shrugged, looking utterly unconcerned.
But inwardly, he added, Except my sister.
Hearing Xia Yu's words, Shen Yuxuan could not help giving him a thumbs-up.
Junior Brother, you've got guts!
Hearing Xia Yu's words, the icy woman forced a few freezing words through her teeth. "You want to die!"
The next instant, an incomparably powerful pressure bore down like a mountain towering ten thousand fathoms high.
Caught off guard, Xia Yu buckled and almost dropped to his knees.
A moment later, he forcibly held himself up.
Not only that, he struggled to stand straight.
But he found himself powerless to do so.
This woman was a formidable expert.
Xia Yu knew that clearly.
He could not resist even the force of her pressure alone.
But Xia Yu never admitted defeat!
"Stand up!"
Veins bulged all over Xia Yu's body as he struggled to straighten his chest.
Gradually, Xia Yu straightened his legs.
But he still could not straighten his chest.
Xia Yu's eyes were wide, filled with bloodshot veins.
The harder he was pressed, the less willing he was to admit defeat!
From the moment his mother left, he had told himself that he must rely on himself at all times!
A person could rely only on themselves!
His spine would never bow to its knees!
He knew that once he knelt, he would never rise again.
"Stand up!"
Within his body, the ancestral dragon power from three small worlds poured out madly.
Even his heart sounded like a muffled drum.
It felt as though it could no longer bear the burden!
But he still refused to admit defeat, struggling to straighten his chest.
Even a fraction would do!
Suddenly, battle intent surged skyward from Xia Yu's body.
As though sensing Xia Yu's refusal to yield, his battle intent burst forth.
Bolstered by battle intent, Xia Yu slowly straightened his chest.
"Low-level battle intent?"
The woman gave a faint, dismissive snort.
She had originally thought that her pressure alone would force Xia Yu to his knees.
Given her status, she would mete out punishment.
She would crush Xia Yu's fighting spirit and leave him unable to advance even an inch ever again.
She had not expected him to be so stubborn, or to possess battle intent.
"You think comprehending low-level battle intent means you can withstand me?"
The woman spoke coldly. With a thought from her, the chest Xia Yu had just straightened bent once more.
Pfft!
A mouthful of blood sprayed out.
Xia Yu struggled to raise his head and stared fixedly at the woman. Suddenly, he smiled.
His mouth was full of blood!
Blood trickled from his gums, little by little.
"Woman, you think you can make me yield?"
"I will never yield!"
Xia Yu let out a furious roar from deep in his throat.
The next instant, a layer of golden light abruptly appeared over his body and burst into flame.
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