49: Chapter 49 Zhao Shanhe Takes Action in Anger

At this moment, the dust had settled on the Martial Arts Arena, and the top three stood firm.

Ye Yun stood at the very front.

On one side of him was the Wang family's Genius girl, Wang Yuyan, and on the other was that resilient Loose Cultivator youth, Han Li.

The three looked up towards the envoys of the Four Great Sects on the high platform.

Envoy Li of Tianyang Academy had a calm expression, neither happy nor angry.

There was no smile, nor was there any coldness, as if everything was within his expectations, and yet as if everything had nothing to do with him.

The middle-aged man from the Qingfeng Sword Sect and the fiery old man from the Lieyang Martial Gate both revealed a faint smile on their faces.

Evidently, they were quite satisfied with the results of this Shiyun City The Great Competition, having finally selected seedlings who could enter their Sects.

Only the stunningly beautiful and cold woman from the Luoxue Sect had her gaze fall on Ye Yun, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Within those icy eyes, there was not a ripple, yet it seemed as if thousands of thoughts were hidden within, and she did not look away for a long time.

Just then, Envoy Li stepped forward, preparing to speak and ask the three about their Sect preferences.

But just as he was about to speak—

"Hold on!"

An enraged roar suddenly exploded from the VIP seating area!

Everyone's gaze tightened, and they all looked over in unison.

They saw City Lord Zhao Shanhe suddenly stand up, his killing intent soaring to the heavens, his face twisted in a hideous expression, and his eyes fixed tightly on Ye Yun on the stage, almost spitting fire.

He suppressed the surging murderous intent in his heart, and every word was squeezed out from between his teeth, cold, violent, and filled with bone-chilling hatred.

"The Great Competition is over? I don't think so, it's not over yet!"

Envoy Li's brows instantly furrowed, his expression darkened, and his tone carried obvious displeasure:

"City Lord Zhao, what are you doing? The top three have been determined, and the Sect selection is imminent; how can you allow yourself to interrupt so recklessly?"

He was extremely unhappy.

He was an envoy of Tianyang Academy, representing the dignity of the imperial family, and Zhao Shanhe actually dared to interrupt him in public, simply not putting him in his eyes.

Zhao Shanhe's face turned from green to white from the reprimand, but at this moment, he could no longer care.

He had lost everything completely.

The three hundred low-grade mysterious stones he had sent out earlier were like a meat bun thrown at a dog—gone forever.

His son, Zhao Tianlong, in whom he had placed high hopes, not only failed to secure a spot but was also beaten into serious injury, and was still paralyzed to the side, unable to stand up.

He could not swallow this anger no matter what!

Zhao Shanhe stared fixedly at Ye Yun, his voice cold and piercing, resounding throughout the venue:

"This person has been wearing a mask from beginning to end, hiding his head and showing his tail, not daring to show his true face!"

"Who knows what his true identity is?!"

"Perhaps he is a vicious criminal who fled from elsewhere, a scoundrel burdened with murder cases!"

"Does such a person deserve to enter the Four Great Sects? Does he deserve to represent my Shiyun City?"

"Today, I will force him to take off his mask and let everyone see what kind of thing he really is!"

As his voice fell, the entire venue was in an uproar.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Yun, discussing animatedly.

Ye Yun stood in place, and beneath the mask, his lips curved slightly, a cold sneer in his heart.

Zhao Shanhe finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

Very well.

Now that he had taken first place in The Great Competition and held the entry qualification for the Four Great Sects, he had nothing to fear.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips touching the edge of the mask, his voice calm yet carrying an air of disdain, spreading to every corner.

"You want to see, right?"

"Fine, I will let you see."

As his voice fell.

"Swish—"

With that said, Ye Yun ripped the mask off his face!

A breeze brushed past, and a handsome, clean, and sharp-featured youth's face was completely exposed to the sunlight.

His features were not peerlessly stunning, but clean and upright, his eyes sharp as a sword, and his temperament steady.

He looked nothing like a heinous criminal; instead, he exuded the sharp spirit unique to a youth.

The entire venue fell into dead silence!

The next second, it exploded!

"What a handsome youth!"

"Heavens, so young? He looks only sixteen or seventeen!"

"At such a young age, his strength is terrifying to this degree; what a Prodigy!"

The commoners below the stage exclaimed one after another, their eyes filled with shock and amazement; no one recognized who he was.

They knew nothing of past grudges, only assuming he was a peerless Genius who had suddenly emerged.

On the viewing platform, the heads of the major families were equally shaken, looking at each other and seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.

Wang family head Wang Kun nodded slowly and sighed in a low voice.

"At such an age, to have such combat power—how many years has it been since Shiyun City produced such a figure?"

On the high platform.

The Qingfeng Sword Sect envoy's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded slightly, seemingly quite approving.

The fiery old man from the Lieyang Martial Gate's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh and laughed.

"Good! Young enough! Ruthless enough! I like it!"

Envoy Li of Tianyang Academy furrowed his brows slightly but didn't say much, just watching the scene calmly.

And that stunningly beautiful woman from the Luoxue Sect, for the first time, showed clear surprise on her cold, beautiful face.

Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, as if she had not expected at all that the masked man with Heaven-Defying combat power and decisive killing intent...

...was actually this young, with such a handsome and clean appearance.

On the VIP platform.

Zhao Shanhe stared at that face, his pupils shrinking, and his mind exploded instantly!

He remembered!

He remembered everything!

This was no one else but Ye Yun!

It was the youth that Zhao Lie had traveled thousands of miles to hunt down!

It was the true culprit who killed his second son, Zhao Ming!

"It's you! Ye Yun! It's actually you!!"

Zhao Shanhe let out a shrill, enraged roar, the aura of his Great Martial Master Realm surging crazily around him, almost overturning the viewing platform:

"The vengeance for my son! The humiliation to my estate! Today I will make you pay with blood!"

Before his voice even faded, his figure leaped violently, like an enraged tiger, jumping straight down from the VIP platform.

His large hand formed a claw, his Mystic Power condensing into a pitch-black giant claw, carrying earth-shattering killing intent, aiming straight for Ye Yun's head!

"Die—!!"

Too fast!

The surprise attack of a third-stage Great Martial Master gave no one a chance to react!

Ye Yun's heart tightened; he dared not be careless in the slightest and immediately activated his Qingfeng Step, preparing to retreat and dodge.

But just at this critical moment—

No one had expected.

On the high platform, that stunningly beautiful woman from the Luoxue Sect, who had always been as indifferent as snow and had not spoken a word, moved.

She didn't even stand up; she just flicked her fingertip lightly.

"Clang—!!"

A clear sword hum resonated through the heavens and earth.

An ice-blue cold light, like snow falling from beyond the heavens, instantly cut through the sky!

It had no earth-shaking momentum, but it was fast to the extreme, cold to the extreme, and strong to the extreme!

"Pfft—shhh!!"

The ice sword slashed fiercely onto Zhao Shanhe's shoulder!

Zhao Shanhe was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a huge mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

He smashed heavily onto the ground, severely injured on the spot!

The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.

The entire venue fell into dead silence.

One could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned.

No one expected that this mysterious and strongest Fairy from the Luoxue Sect would suddenly attack, and with one strike, severely injure the Shiyun City City Lord!

Zhao Shanhe lay on the ground, covered in blood, shocked and furious, looking up in disbelief.

He stared fixedly at the Luoxue Sect woman on the high platform, his voice hoarse as he roared.