46: Chapter 46 Stunned Everyone

A flash of sword light passed, and the iron sword easily pierced the burly youth's Mystic Power defense, sinking into his chest.

The burly youth's eyes went wide instantly, his face filled with disbelief.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but could only spit out a mouthful of blood as his body collapsed softly.

Very quickly, he completely lost his breath.

Ye Yun slowly pulled out the iron sword; the blood on the blade slid down and dripped onto the ground, making a "tick-tock" sound.

He casually sheathed the iron sword, his movements flowing like clouds and water, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

This scene stunned the surrounding Disciples.

A 6th Stage Martial Master Realm expert was actually killed in one strike by this masked youth?!

Everyone subconsciously took a step back, their eyes filled with wariness and shock as they looked at Ye Yun.

This seemingly unremarkable masked man was actually an expert hiding his true strength!

The mockery on Zhao Tianlong's face froze instantly, his brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He did not expect this masked man to have such strength, but it was merely surprise.

In his view, Ye Yun's strength was at most comparable to the likes of Wu Yun and Fang Yang, not yet enough to pose a threat to him.

He snorted lightly, withdrew his gaze, and continued to focus on the surrounding situation.

The curiosity in Wang Yuyan's eyes deepened, and a smile of interest curled at the corners of her mouth.

Her lively eyes lingered on Ye Yun for a moment longer before turning elsewhere.

As for the woman from the Luoxue Sect on the high platform, the moment Ye Yun made his move, her indifferent eyes narrowed slightly again, and she took a deep look at him.

She could feel the fluidity and precision of Ye Yun's sword strike, as well as the sharp killing intent hidden beneath the calmness.

Her interest in this masked youth grew even stronger.

Ye Yun did not care about the gazes of the crowd; he remained in the corner, but his eyes became even colder.

The warm-up is over.

Next, it is time to clean up the "old friends".

He cast his gaze toward Zhao Tianlong again, the killing intent in his eyes surging like substance.

On the viewing platform, the atmosphere became subtle instantly because of that sword strike from Ye Yun.

The hot-tempered elder from the Lieyang Martial Gate had been squinting, but now finally opened his eyes, his rough gaze falling on Ye Yun as he rarely uttered four words.

"A bit interesting."

The middle-aged envoy from the Qingfeng Sword Sect also raised his eyes, his gaze pausing on Ye Yun's rusty sword; he didn't speak, but it was considered a form of recognition.

Only the woman from the Luoxue Sect remained cold, but within those icy eyes, there was a quietly added trace of imperceptible fluctuation.

Zhao Shanhe stared fixedly at the masked figure on the Martial Arts Arena, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

For some reason, as he looked at Ye Yun, a strong, inexplicable disgust rose in his heart, as if they were naturally opposed.

Even though it was their first time meeting, it was like a thorn stuck in his heart, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Strange... Who exactly is this brat?

Zhao Shanhe muttered to himself in his heart, and an ominous premonition quietly crept into his mind.

On the Su Family seats, Su Wanqing had long since stood up in excitement, her small hands tightly clutching her skirt, her eyes shining as she stared at Ye Yun, her face full of pride and relief.

That sword strike just now was clean and neat; she knew that Brother Ye Yun would definitely be fine.

Su Zhennan also let out a long sigh of relief, a trace of a smile finally appearing on his solemn face as he nodded slightly.

"Good lad, you really do hide deep."

...

On the Martial Arts Arena.

Ye Yun's gaze, like the sharpest blade, locked straight onto Zhao Tianlong.

That gaze was cold, indifferent, and carried unmasked killing intent.

Zhao Tianlong stiffened as he was stared at; an inexplicable chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, as if he were being targeted by some Vicious Beast.

Anger flared in his heart; he lifted his eyes abruptly, glared back viciously, snorted coldly, and his ferocity surged.

He then scanned the remaining forty-plus people on the field, a cruel arc curling at the corners of his mouth, and said loudly.

"Fighting like this is too slow, dawdling and wasting time."

"Everyone, why not join forces to clear the field, kick out the small fry first, and then decide the winner among the rest!"

As soon as the words fell, the Mystic Power of Zhao Tianlong's 9th Stage of Martial Master Realm erupted, golden Profound Qi wrapping around him like a descending God of War.

Without waiting for the crowd to react, Zhao Tianlong moved his body and attacked directly!

With a sweep of his palm, Mystic Power surged like a wave; the three or four Disciples near him didn't even have time to scream.

They were blasted off the stage, spitting blood, and instantly eliminated.

Seeing this, Wang Yuyan raised her pink lips and chuckled softly.

"Since Young Master Zhao has said so, I shall join in the fun as well."

Her figure was like a butterfly, her short sword unsheathed, the sword light like snow; wherever she passed, Disciples retreated in defeat, and no one could block even one or two of her moves.

Wu Yun, Fang Yang, and that Loose Cultivator youth did not dare to hesitate and immediately followed suit.

For a time, blood light rose again on the Martial Arts Arena, and screams followed one after another.

The real clearing of the field had begun.

And Ye Yun also moved.

He did not actively provoke others, did not steal kills, and did not kill the innocent indiscriminately.

But as long as they were people from the City Lord's Mansion, he would kill one whenever he saw one.

A City Lord's Mansion Disciple just wanted to launch a sneak attack; Ye Yun shifted his footsteps, executing Qingfeng Step to the limit, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

The next second, the rusty sword was unsheathed.

"Puchi——"

A flash of sword light passed, and the Disciple clutched his throat, falling down in disbelief.

Another City Lord's Mansion Disciple roared and charged over.

"Presumptuous! How dare you kill people from the City Lord's Mansion!"

Ye Yun's eyes turned cold; he did not dodge or evade, and struck out with Flowing Cloud Palm.

"Bang!"

As Mystic Power collided, that Disciple had his Dantian shattered by the palm strike, screaming as he flew off the field, completely reduced to a cripple.

Anyone from the City Lord's Mansion who stood in Ye Yun's way was either dead or crippled, with none spared.

On the viewing platform, Zhao Shanhe's face turned completely black, blue veins bulging, his hands gripping the armrest tightly until his knuckles turned white.

"Bastard! This masked man dares to use lethal force against my City Lord's Mansion Disciples!"

He was trembling with rage, and the killing intent in his eyes was almost overflowing.

On the Martial Arts Arena, the number of people dropped rapidly.

Thirty people... twenty-five people, twenty people.

Finally, only seventeen people remained on the field.

And as for the Disciples of the City Lord's Mansion, they had been killed by Ye Yun until only two or three remained, all of them injured and shivering.

Zhao Tianlong finally noticed Ye Yun completely.

He looked at the corpses and screams of the City Lord's Mansion Disciples all over the ground.

Then looking at Ye Yun's calm and indifferent appearance, as if he had just killed a few ants, his anger instantly clouded his mind.

He stared fixedly at Ye Yun, his eyes blood-red, his Mystic Power surging violently around him, his voice sounding as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.

"You hiding-head-and-showing-tail thing! How dare you strike at my City Lord's Mansion people again and again?!"

"You are provoking me! Provoking the entire City Lord's Mansion!"

"I think you are—seeking death!"

Each word was enunciated clearly, with monstrous killing intent.

Everyone around subconsciously retreated, staying far away from the two.

Everyone's gaze was focused on Ye Yun, their eyes filled with sympathy and lack of optimism.

"It's over, this masked man has provoked Zhao Tianlong."