515: Chapter 515 Swift and Decisive Measures

"Not interested."

"No, you will definitely be interested!"

After speaking, Li Chaogang slowly reached for his neck. His fingernails sliced through the skin, and then with a forceful tear, a human skin mask slid off, revealing an unfamiliar face.

However, when the dozens of Yuntian Sect Elders saw that face, their expressions all changed drastically.

At that moment, Chi Zhongtian's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his body could not stop trembling.

He hurriedly averted his gaze, his eyes darting around erratically.

The millions of Cultivators present took in this scene; no matter how low their cultivation level, they could all see the fear in his eyes.

Li Chaogang stepped forward quickly. "Elder Chi, take another look. Do you recognize me now?"

"I don't recognize you... Get lost!"

"Look closer. Do I look like that Disciple of yours who has been missing for many years?"

"You don't! Get lost!" Chi Zhongtian turned his head to the side, almost roaring the words out.

"Elder Chi, you haven't even looked. How do you know I don't look like him!"

After Li Chaogang spoke, he leaned his face forward so the other could see him clearly.

"Ah..."

Chi Zhongtian let out a startled cry as if he had seen a ghost, hurriedly covering his eyes.

A monstrous wave surged in his Sea of Consciousness, and his Soul felt as if it were about to leave his body. He clawed frantically at his scalp, turning his originally elegant black hair into a disheveled mess.

By this point, the whispers of the millions of Cultivators had escalated into an overwhelming roar of discussion.

"Who exactly is this person? Why is Chi Zhongtian so afraid of him?"

"In my opinion, it must be his former Disciple!"

"That's not right either. Chi Zhongtian is only fifty years old. According to the Yuntian Sect's rules, he hasn't reached the standard for taking Disciples yet!"

"He's acting so guilty; he must have done something shameful!"

...

Yun Canghai watched this scene with a calm face, but his fingertips carved a deep mark into the stone table.

The corners of Li Chaogang's mouth curled slightly. He sent out eight strands of Divine Sense in eight directions, calling out to Chi Zhongtian:

"Revered Master, look at me."

"I'm not... I'm not your Revered Master! You've found the wrong person!"

Chi Zhongtian shook his head incessantly. His pupils were dilated, his consciousness starting to blur as he waved his hands wildly.

"Revered Master, I am your Disciple. Look at me..."

Swoosh!

A black figure appeared out of thin air in the center of the arena. With a clench of a palm, Li Chaogang's body instantly twisted into a horrifying shape.

"Ah!"

A scream was cut short as his body shattered directly into ash in the air, scattering with a gust of wind.

At this moment, the millions of Cultivators present, including the dozen or so Deity Transformation Ancestors, all had their gazes frozen on that figure that had appeared out of nowhere.

Their faces were filled with unprecedented shock.

Although the figure had deliberately restrained its breath, the Aura emanating from its body was already unbearable for the Golden Core Stage Cultivators present.

Xiao Chen's gaze also fell upon that black-robed figure, and a Data Panel slowly emerged before his eyes:

Name: Ancestor Yun Ting

Age: 10,086 years old

Gender: Male

cultivation level: Soul Transformation Stage Ninth Level

Rating: /

Physique: None

charm value: 85/100

good-evil value: -100/100

With a cultivation of the Soul Transformation Stage Ninth Level, it wasn't hard to guess that this should be the Perfected Lord Lei Ting that Chi Mengying had mentioned—the Old Ancestor of the Yun lineage!

Ancestor Yun Ting slowly turned around and pointed a finger. A green light wrapped in the power of thunder entered Chi Zhongtian's forehead, causing him to stabilize instantly.

"Disciple pays respects to the Old Ancestor."

The people of the Yuntian Sect all knelt in unison.

"Greetings, Senior."

The Soul Transformation Cultivators present all stood up and bowed. Ying Tianqi, in particular, frowned deeply, sensing that the other's breath was already nearly identical to that of his own clan's secluded Old Ancestor.

Liu Luoying, Hua Nongying, and Wan Tianpeng were all at the Soul Transformation Stage Sixth Level, yet looking at Ancestor Yun Ting, they could not see through even a hint of his depth.

Ancestor Yun Ting nodded in acknowledgment and flashed over to the Yuntian Sect's seating area, his gaze unable to hide its coldness.

"Canghai."

"Disciple is here." Yun Canghai hurriedly bowed.

"A mere Nascent Soul ant dared to jump around on my Yuntian Sect's territory. As the Sect Master, why did you not strike and kill him?"

"It was my improper handling. Please forgive me, Old Ancestor."

"Do you know how to handle it next time?"

"Disciple will keep it in mind."

Xiao Chen frowned slightly as a chill rose from the soles of his feet. He sensed a terrifying strand of Divine Thought firmly locked onto him.

Clearly, Ancestor Yun Ting's words were not only directed at the Feiyun Sect Cultivator from just now, but were mostly meant for him.

Just as Xiao Chen thought the other was going to move against him, Ancestor Yun Ting simply scanned the crowd indifferently and disappeared without staying any longer.

Yun Shan stepped forward slowly and stood in the air. "Will the top 100 contestants from the qualifiers please continue to challenge any one of the arena lords."

Over the next five days, another nineteen contestants challenged the arena lords, pushing the atmosphere of the scene to a climax once again.

No one dared to make any more comments about Chi Zhongtian's matter.

The first stage of the elimination rounds (the Round of 32) was coming to an end.

Xiao Chen was leaning back in his seat. Bing Xueer, in his arms, gently placed a peeled spirit fruit into his mouth.

"Brother, is it good?"

Xiao Chen leaned close to her earlobe and said softly, "Xue'er is even tastier than the spirit fruit."

"Bad guy."

Bing Xueer said coquettishly, gently biting his finger while guiltily glancing at her Revered Master not far away.

Just as Xiao Chen was looking smug, a woman's voice rang out over the arena:

"I am Yu Qinglu of Luoyan Island. I challenge Xiao Chen of the Qixia Sect."

"Luoyan Island?"

Xiao Chen was slightly taken aback and immediately sat up.

His gaze followed the voice, seeing a white figure rapidly streaking across the sky with a graceful and supple posture, her long dress fluttering elegantly.

That pitiable and lovely face had never appeared in his memory; for a moment, he couldn't remember where he had seen her.

Luoyan Island had once been a subordinate Sect of the Baili Clan. Because they refused to yield in the face of Fusang Island's intimidation, they had gained a path to survival at Xiao Chen's hands.

The millions of Cultivators present all showed curious expressions, wanting to see what kind of entanglement there was between Xiao Chen and her.

"The ninety-ninth place in the qualifiers actually wants to challenge the first place! This year's Heavenly Pride Battle is getting more and more interesting!"

"Doing what she knows is impossible—but that's the competition. Even if she doesn't challenge him, she'll still be eliminated anyway."

"Though she is but a woman with a Nascent Soul Stage First Level cultivation, her courage to challenge a Nascent Soul Stage Seventh Level is commendable!"

"You didn't have that look on your face earlier. When Li Chaogang challenged Chi Zhongtian, I saw you cursing the loudest!"

...

Xiao Chen's figure flashed, landing in the center of the arena.

He looked at the white figure opposite him with an aggressive gaze, sliding inch by inch over those towering jade peaks and delicate, fair legs.

Yu Qinglu gritted her teeth secretly, her jade hand tightly gripping her long sword. Her cold gaze pierced through, carrying a unique charm.