Ninth on the Golden Core Ranking!
In the past, people wouldn't have worried about Ye Xuan at all with this title.
Given Ye Xuan's strength, they wouldn't be surprised if he not only came in ninth, but even took first place.
But things are different now.
These Tianjiao from outside the region are all extremely powerful. They immediately dominated the top ten of both the Golden Core Nascent Soul and Nascent Soul lists, leaving the younger generation of the Eastern Wasteland utterly humiliated.
Yang Zong's public challenge to Ye Xuan is less a challenge to Ye Xuan and more a challenge to the entire Eastern Wasteland.
If Ye Xuan, that would be great, as it would greatly boost the morale of the Eastern Wasteland. But if he loses, it would be a huge disgrace.
Therefore, in an instant, everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on Ye Xuan.
The eyes of the younger generation in the Eastern Wasteland were filled with fervor, excitement, anticipation, and a touch of trepidation.
In contrast, the gazes of those outside Tianjiao became intrigued.
We should soon find out just how strong Ye Xuan, the possessor of the Chaos Sacred Body, really is.
If Ye Xuan can't even beat Yang Zong, then it would be too disappointing for them.
It should be noted that among the Golden Core cultivators present, there was more than one stronger than Yang Zong, and many of them did not even participate in the ranking competition.
Those who went to participate in the rankings were just some show-offs; in fact, they weren't among the most outstanding individuals.
Under the expectant yet apprehensive gazes of the crowd, Ye Xuan slowly turned his head and looked at Yang Zong.
He was dressed in white, his robes fluttering, but his face remained calm and serene, as if he would maintain this expression even if the sky were to fall, never changing his expression.
"Make your move!"
He looked at Yang Zong and simply uttered three words.
As soon as those three words were uttered, everyone in the restaurant felt a tremor in their hearts.
Only Yang Zong's expression suddenly turned cold.
He sensed contempt and humiliation in the name Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan's expression, in particular, filled him with immense anger and disgust, making him wish he could rush up and smash Ye Xuan's face to pieces.
He looked at Ye Xuan and said through gritted teeth, "Right here? Not outside?"
The meaning was clear: the space here was too small, and they couldn't operate freely.
Ye Xuan said calmly, "No need. One move is enough to deal with you!"
"You!" Yang Zong was so angry upon hearing this that he almost died of rage, feeling as if he was about to explode.
Even the other outside Tianjiao in the restaurant couldn't help but raise their eyebrows, feeling extremely displeased.
Only the cultivators of the Eastern Wasteland felt incredibly excited and invigorated.
Damn, Holy Son Ye is indeed Holy Son Ye, still as arrogant as ever!
"Fine, since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish!"
Amidst the varied expressions on everyone's faces, Yang Zong let out an angry shout.
The next second, his aura exploded wildly, and the powerful Spiritual Qi within him burst forth.
With a loud bang, he burst forth like a leopard, charging madly towards Ye Xuan.
With his stomp, a huge crater appeared in the ground, and as the spiderweb-like cracks spread, the entire restaurant seemed to shake violently.
"Go to hell!"
In the blink of an eye, Yang Zong had already arrived in front of Ye Xuan. With a roar, his right fist, like a cannonball, slammed towards Ye Xuan.
The powerful Spiritual Qi enveloped the fist's force, directly shattering the air and causing continuous bursts of sound.
The surging, violent energy raged outwards, and even those Golden Core cultivators who were far away felt immense pressure.
However, Ye Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and he stood motionless in place, like Mount Tai.
This scene left countless people stunned and astonished, finding it utterly unbelievable.
However, just as everyone was shocked and bewildered, and even nervous and worried for Ye Xuan, Ye Xuan suddenly moved.
His right hand shot out swiftly, and with a whoosh, it swung forward. The next moment, with a loud bang, Yang Zong's angry fist, which had been slamming down, was firmly caught in Ye Xuan's hand.
The boundless Spiritual Qi surging between Yang Zong's fists was completely sealed away the moment Ye Xuan grabbed it, and it abruptly retracted.
Yang Zong felt as if Ye Xuan's fair hand was like an iron clamp, squeezing his fist tightly, making him unable to move.
"Oh no, I'm no match for this guy!"
Yang Zong was horrified when he witnessed this scene. In an instant, all the anger in his heart vanished without a trace, like a receding tide.
A bead of cold sweat involuntarily appeared on his forehead, and he made a move to lift his leg and force Ye Xuan back.
However, at that moment, Ye Xuan seemed to know what he was thinking, and his right leg kicked out with lightning speed.
Everyone heard a whoosh, followed by a loud bang!
"Ah--"
A scream suddenly rang out, and then Yang Zong was sent flying backward, spitting out blood.
With a loud crash, his body smashed through several jade tables before finally falling heavily to the ground like a dead dog.
That fall sent shivers down the spines of countless people, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
One move.
He actually used only one move to overwhelmingly defeat Yang Zong was ranked ninth on the Golden Core Ranking.
Is this even human?
The entire restaurant was deathly silent.
Everyone stared in utter astonishment at Yang Zong, who was lying on the ground groaning and rolling around, and at Ye Xuan, who remained completely composed and hadn't moved an inch even now. They felt it was all utterly absurd.
Those Golden Core cultivators, in particular, felt unprecedented pressure at that moment.
They could sense that Ye Xuan's cultivation level was only at the Golden Core Realm First Level!
Golden Core Realm First Level!
To possess such combat power at such a cultivation level—how monstrous is that?
Chu Rufeng couldn't help but open his mouth wide, staring blankly at Ye Xuan, his eyes filled with fervor.
He was screaming inwardly, "Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! He's truly my big brother! I must cling to his coattails!"
Shen Yao's beautiful eyes were also fixed on the white-clad figure, one hand covering her mouth and the other covering her chest.
She didn't know why, but every time she saw Ye Xuan make a move, she felt her heart flutter and her heart flutter with desire.
Only Lu Hu, Lin Yue, and the others had extremely ugly and gloomy expressions.
Lin Yue, in particular, had turned deathly pale, and her delicate body was trembling uncontrollably.
This isn't human, it's a demon!
Ye Xuan then looked at Yang Zong and added casually, "Ninth on the Golden Core Ranking, is this all the strength you have? You dare to challenge this Holy Son? Who gave you the courage?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Zong couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood in anger, then his eyes rolled back and he promptly fainted.
I've lost all face; I'm too ashamed to show my face in public.
If he doesn't faint soon, he'll have to dig a hole and crawl into it.
Ye Xuan ignored Yang Zong, who was pretending to be unconscious, and didn't even look at the shocked and stunned crowd. Instead, he looked at Lin Yue.
"You've provoked this holy son! Tell me, how do you want to die?"
One sentence left countless people stunned and petrified!