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Chapter 627 - 557: Arrogant

Chapter 627: Chapter 557: Arrogant

Ye Fan, much to everyone’s surprise, made the Trial Tablet light up seventy-five symbols with his Martial Arts Attack, delivering a tremendous shock to all present.

In the wake of the shock, including the competing participants, no one further questioned Ye Fan’s Combat Power, nor did anyone dare to say that Ye Fan didn’t deserve to be a seed contestant.

All of this was disrupted by Yuan Feng.

Yuan Feng appeared in a manner that was full of himself. Instead of being shocked by Ye Fan’s earlier performance, he spoke arrogantly as if Ye Fan didn’t even qualify to battle him.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the eyes of the crowd shifted from Ye Fan to the entrance of the plaza.

At the plaza’s entrance, Yuan Feng, wearing a Taoist robe and holding a horsetail whisk, walked toward the Trial Tablet with unbridled pride written on his youthful face, which seemed utterly at odds with his age.

He exuded a powerful aura, and while his steps appeared casual, they had the effect of shrinking the ground beneath him.

All of this caused the cultivators in the plaza and the participants who had entered the Tian Shan Sword Sect not to underestimate Yuan Feng because of his age. On the contrary, they were all completely subdued by this display of his ability.

"He is the Wu Sect’s prodigy Yuan Feng. I’ve seen him at Ao Xiang Villa!"

After a brief shock, an exclamation rang out from the crowd, as a cultivator who had witnessed Ye Fan’s deviant act of concocting the Lifespan Extension Pill at Ao Xiang Villa recognized Yuan Feng.

"So it’s him, no wonder such a young presence could be so powerful!"

"Since he dares to publicly insult the Evil Emperor’s Disciple, he must have the strength to surpass the Evil Emperor’s Disciple. I wonder how many symbols he can make the Trial Tablet light up?"

As Yuan Feng’s identity came to light, the plaza was abuzz. Those cultivators too weak to participate in the Qing bang contest and reduced to mere spectators were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Listening to the discussions of the cultivators in the plaza and feeling the envious and jealous gazes, Yuan Feng’s vanity was immensely satisfied, and he held his head even higher, as if he wanted to lift his chin to the sky.

He looked at Ye Fan with conceit, only to find that Ye Fan had completely ignored his existence, not even sparing him a glance and instead turning to walk toward the gates of the Tian Shan Sword Sect.

This realization severely irked Yuan Feng, and he suddenly quickened his pace, transforming into a phantom as he dashed for the Trial Tablet.

"Evil Emperor’s Disciple, since you concede my point, go back and cultivate for another ten years, lest you embarrass yourself here!" Before he even arrived, his words reached first, Yuan Feng seeming to be hell-bent on humiliating Ye Fan.

Ye Fan paused his stride, turned around, and frowned as he looked at Yuan Feng, considering whether to give Yuan Feng an unforgettable lesson before the contest.

"Little brother Yuan Feng, with such arrogance in your voice, you must have improved a lot over these three months?"

Before Ye Fan could speak, Lv Zhan could not help himself and intervened. He noticed that Yuan Feng’s aura had not changed much since three months ago and was curious as to why Yuan Feng dared to publicly humiliate Ye Fan.

"So-so, but more than enough to handle the Evil Emperor’s Disciple."

Yuan Feng sneered, then without waiting for Ye Fan to reply, flicked his wrist, and his figure, swift like the wind, streaked toward the Trial Tablet.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Yuan Feng reached the Trial Tablet, flicked his wrist, and the horsetail whisk in his hand lashed towards the Trial Tablet.

"Swoosh—"

A stream of Gang Qi shot out from the horsetail whisk, turning into a Qi Ray and blasting towards the Trial Tablet.

"Clack—"

A crisp sound was heard as the Qi Ray exploded, and the Trial Tablet shook violently, with one symbol after another lighting up.

The spacious plaza of the Tian Shan Sword Sect quieted down once more. The cultivators intently stared at the Trial Tablet, awaiting Yuan Feng’s result!

Not just them, but all participants, including Ye Fan and Lv Zhan, were also looking at the Trial Tablet!

The next moment.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, seventy-eight symbols lit up on the Trial Tablet, glaringly conspicuous.

"Seventy-eight symbols, Wu Sect’s Yuan Feng’s casual strike is so terrifying, he truly lives up to the name of a prodigy!"

"Indeed, no wonder he dared to arrogantly insult Ye Fan, the Evil Emperor’s Disciple. It seems he came prepared and is full of confidence."

Yuan Feng’s result immediately caused a wave of exclamations among the cultivators on the plaza, and also made the participating contestants, except for the seed players, look quite solemn.

Amongst the seed players, only Xiao Selang looked troubled.

Ye Hei and the Wu Sect’s participants showed a fleeting look of surprise and then glanced at Yuan Feng’s horsetail whisk, shifting their attention away, seemingly not taking Yuan Feng seriously.

If even those two didn’t, what about Ye Fan and Lv Zhan?

"Little brother Yuan Feng, it turns out you’ve practiced Wu Sect’s secret technique ’Taiyin Mysterious Technique’ and brought the Wu Sect’s treasured Taiyi Brush. No wonder you were eager to show off."

Lv Zhan commented seemingly in admiration, yet he inwardly disdained Yuan Feng’s childish display, deliberately provoking, "However, it seems like you have only recently begun to practice this technique and cannot unleash its full power."

"Enough to deal with the Evil Emperor’s Disciple!"

Yuan Feng said with pride. He could clearly sense that whether it was Skills or Martial Arts Cultivation, Ye Fan had not made a breakthrough, and having seen Ye Fan’s ’full-power strike’ result earlier, he did not take Ye Fan seriously at all.

"Brother Ye, can you really tolerate this?"

Lv Zhan smiled as he turned to Ye Fan, as if he was eager for Ye Fan to engage in a grand battle with Yuan Feng, thereby accurately gauging Ye Fan’s true strength.

"A fight isn’t won with words, and quarreling with a child is a very boring business."

Ye Fan didn’t make a move, responding with a calm demeanor. As he spoke, he didn’t even look straight at Yuan Feng.

"That’s right, a fight isn’t just talk. Evil Emperor’s Disciple, do you dare to battle me?"

Ye Fan’s attitude thoroughly enraged Yuan Feng, who roared furiously as if ready to pounce and tear Ye Fan apart on the spot if Ye Fan agreed to the battle.

"Fight then, I’m not afraid of you!"

Though Yuan Feng’s behavior was childish, Ye Fan felt somewhat displeased, as if there was a fly constantly buzzing in front of him, ready to be swatted dead.

"Good, good, good, today I will make you the first contestant in history to actively withdraw from the Qing bang seed players before the competition begins!"

Seeing Ye Fan accept the challenge, Yuan Feng was as if injected with chicken’s blood, howling excitedly while his aura climbed continuously.

"His opponent is me!"

Just then, a resonant voice rang out, leaving no room for doubt.

Huh?

Hearing this certain voice and feeling the strong aura from afar, Yuan Feng instantly guessed the identity of the newcomer.

Whoosh!

Simultaneously, all the cultivators in the square, as well as the contestants who had arrived from the Tian Shan Sword Sect, turned their gazes collectively towards the entrance of the square.

At the entrance of the square, Little Saber King Bai Di appeared clad in red, his eyes electric, his gaze sharp as a knife. With the blood-red Bloodthirsty Mad Blade on his back, he exuded an intense aura of Blood Qi, radiating a terrifying Killing Intent, like the Killing God himself had descended, too intimidating for anyone to look directly at.

Bai Di was not alone in his arrival.

A young girl walked shoulder to shoulder with him.

The girl’s long dress fluttered, and her sash danced in the air. Her curvaceous jade~body was delineated by curves and bends, exuding an enchanting gracefulness.

Her beauty outshone even her yet-to-fully-develop figure.

She had a classic oval face with black hair floating like silk, a straight nose, and eyes bright and lively as jewels.

At first glance, the girl next to Bai Di was in stark contrast with him, resembling an Angel beside a Devil.

However—

Upon closer observation, one could see that the girl, just like Bai Di, was full of pride, like a haughty little Peacock, completely indifferent to the gazes from the crowd. She swept a disdainful glance at Ye Fan in the distance, then withdrew her eyes and walked shoulder to shoulder with Bai Di toward Ye Fan and the others.

Apparently, aside from Bai Di, no other was worthy of her attention!

"Little Saber King Bai Di has finally arrived!"

It had to be acknowledged that Bai Di’s reputation was indeed immense, and his distinguishing characteristics were so marked that as soon as he appeared, he was recognized by everyone.

"The young girl with Bai Di is the Jiang Family’s demon, Jiang Ying. I didn’t expect her to arrive with Bai Di."

"Can’t you see? Jiang Ying clearly has eyes for Bai Di!"

"In the whole Hua Xia Cultivation World, only a woman like the Jiang Family’s demon could be a match for Little Saber King Bai Di!"

Quickly, people recognized Jiang Ying, sparking another wave of discussions.

The crowd’s discussions brought much enjoyment to Jiang Ying, her cheeks blushing as she couldn’t help but steal a glance at Bai Di, only to notice his eyes were sharp like electricity, shimmering with a red glow as he remained fixated on Ye Fan.

"Since Brother Bai has spoken, I’ll leave the opportunity to Brother Bai!"

Yuan Feng was dying to teach Ye Fan a lesson, but he didn’t want to offend Bai Di either, thus he had to give up the fight with Ye Fan.

"His head is reserved by me, and without my permission, no one is allowed to kill him!"

Bai Di completely disregarded Yuan Feng’s presence, just staring at Ye Fan with full Killing Intent, "If you are defeated before you meet me and drop out of the Qing bang tournament, I will wait for you to heal before I claim your head!"

Clang!

As his words fell, Bai Di fiercely drew the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade from his back, and his Gang Qi surged within him; his Blood Qi boiled over, covering his entire being.

The next moment.

He grasped the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade in both hands.

Two hands on the blade!

This was the sign that Bai Di was about to unleash his Killing Move ’Blood Kill’!

Clearly... Bai Di wanted to establish his supreme authority and was preparing to use his strongest Killing Move!

Instantly, Bai Di’s aura peaked, as a vast surge of Gang Qi poured into the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade, making the blade appear blood-soaked, a vivid red.

Whoosh!

Without any hesitation, Bai Di slashed out with his blade!

The blade whirled, the Gang Qi erupting from the tip of the Bloodthirsty Mad Blade. Under the veil of Blood Qi, mixed with Bai Di’s horrendous Killing Intent, it formed a two-meter-tall crimson blade light that slashed toward the Trial Tablet!

Kang!!

With a crisp sound, the crimson sword light exploded, Gang Qi scattering in all directions. The Trial Tablet shook incessantly, and a clear mark was left on it, striking terror in everyone’s hearts.

"Uh..."

Seeing this scene, both the cultivators in the square and the contestants from the Tian Shan Sword Sect were stunned beyond words.

Lv Zhan, Ye Hei, and the three arrogantly confident demons from the Wu Sect were also truly taken aback for the first time, their faces filled with amazement.

Even Ye Fan furrowed his brow.

Because, since the commencement of the Qing bang competition, no contestant had ever left a mark on the Trial Tablet!

Bai Di was the first!

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