81: Chapter 81 The Two Women Are Surprised

pleural and Zhang Yuan were trembling with excitement, cheering desperately for Ye Yun.

In the corner of the crowd, Sun Hao hunched his neck, his face turning pale and then green.

Having just seen Wang Peng unable to secure a victory after a long attack, his heart instantly jumped into his throat.

But upon thinking of the qi burst pill he had given to Wang Peng, he calmed down slightly, a glimmer of malice flashing in his eyes.

"What is there to panic about! Wang Peng still has the qi burst pill. Once he takes it, Ye Yun will surely die!"

The Outer Sect Disciples were buzzing with discussion, their faces full of astonishment:

"This newcomer is too much of a freak! Wang Peng's Gale Blade Formation actually couldn't hurt him in the slightest!"

"Why can't I see through his cultivation? How much strength has he really been hiding?"

"Could Wang Peng really be defeated by a newcomer today?"

Elder Zhou Tong, standing at the side of the stage, knitted his brows tightly.

His originally confident gaze gradually became grave as he stared fixedly at Ye Yun, pondering in his heart.

"This kid's movement technique is exquisite, and his Aura is steady; he is definitely not at the Great Martial Artist First Level. Could I have really misjudged him?"

Above the viewing pavilion, Zhao Xinyue clung to the railing, her little face flushed red, clapping her hands in excitement.

"Wow! Sister Wanyao, he is too amazing! He dodged all the attacks so easily; he's even better than the Senior Brother in the Inner Sect!"

Beside her, Mu Wanyao's gentle brows and eyes revealed obvious surprise for the first time.

Her gaze was tightly locked on the youth on the stage, her fair hands gently clutching her skirt, ripples rising in her heart.

His movement technique was agile and elegant, and his Mystic Power circulated without any stagnation.

His Aura was restrained and deep, definitely not as simple as it looked on the surface.

This level of composure could not possibly be possessed by someone at the Great Martial Artist First Level.

On the stage, Ye Yun no longer circled with Wang Peng.

He slowly raised his right hand, white Mystic Power condensing in his palm, transforming into a gentle yet thick palm print; it was exactly the Flowing Cloud Palm.

To deal with Wang Peng, who was two Realms lower than himself.

He did not even need to use the Setting Sun Fist; one move of the Flowing Cloud Palm was enough.

"Flowing Cloud Palm."

Ye Yun softly spat out two words, and the palm print floated gently towards Wang Peng.

There was no earth-shattering Aura, yet it carried an irresistible power.

Seeing this, Wang Peng sneered, his face full of disdain.

"Small tricks, how dare you show off in front of an expert!"

He raised his blade to block horizontally, wanting to take this palm strike head-on.

"I want to see what use your flashy display has!"

"Bang!"

The palm print and the broadsword collided with a boom, and a force far exceeding Wang Peng's imagination swept along the blade.

He only felt a sharp pain in his hand, as if he had been struck by a thousand-jin boulder.

The black iron broadsword instantly flew out of his hand, smashing heavily under the stage.

"Pfft—"

Wang Peng spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing hard against the edge of the stage.

He rolled several times before stopping, his bones feeling as if they had fallen apart.

He struggled several times but couldn't get up.

The whole arena fell into dead silence instantly!

You could hear a pin drop!

Everyone widened their eyes, staring fixedly at Wang Peng who was spitting blood and lying on the stage.

Then looking at the still calm and composed Ye Yun, their minds went blank.

Elder Zhou Tong at the side of the stage had his pupils shrink suddenly, his whole body trembling as he lowered his voice, muttering in shock.

"I misjudged him! Completely misjudged him! This kid... is actually at the Great Martial Artist Fourth Level Realm!"

"To reach the Great Martial Artist Fourth Level just after entering the Sect, this talent is a top-tier existence even among Inner Sect Disciples!"

"This kid is a Prodigy!"

After the silence, a deafening uproar erupted from under the stage!

"Great Martial Artist Fourth Level?! My god! He is actually at the Great Martial Artist Fourth Level!"

"Fourth Level just after joining the Sect? What kind of monster talent is this?!"

"Wang Peng is bound to lose! With a difference of two Realms, there's simply no way to fight!"

Sun Hao collapsed on the ground, his face ashen, his whole body trembling, the last glimmer of hope in his eyes completely extinguished.

"It's over, it's completely over... Great Martial Artist Fourth Level, even Lin Xiao is not his match."

"How could Wang Peng possibly win? Ye Yun is actually this strong."

Above the viewing pavilion, Zhao Xinyue exclaimed, her little mouth opening wide enough to fit an egg.

"Great Martial Artist Fourth Level! Sister Wanyao, he is actually at the Great Martial Artist Fourth Level! It's incredible! To have this cultivation level just after entering the Sect, he's even better than our Inner Sect Core Disciples!"

Mu Wanyao's gaze changed completely, tightly fixed on Ye Yun's tall and straight figure.

Her gentle face was full of surprise and curiosity, with turbulent waves rising in her heart.

Great Martial Artist Fourth Level.

He had only just entered the Sect a few days ago, yet he had such cultivation; this talent could be called Heaven-Defying.

When did such a figure appear in the Luoxue Sect?

How many secrets is he hiding?

Just as the whole arena was shocked, in the Inner Sect viewing pavilion on the other side of the stage, it was a different scene.

In the three connected elegant pavilions.

Three young men dressed in Inner Sect Disciple clothing stood with their hands behind their backs, all with arrogant faces.

Looking down from above at the life-and-death stage below, their eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

The leading man was named Murong Yun, possessing an extremely good appearance, with a handsome face and white clothes as pure as snow.

But between his brows and eyes, there was an indelible air of effeminacy, his eyes narrow and long, giving people a feeling of sinister unpleasantness.

He was a top Inner Sect Disciple, with a cultivation reaching the Great Martial Master Eighth Stage.

Born into a Sect aristocratic family, he had always been arrogant and never put Outer Sect Disciples in his eyes.

The two followers beside him, Li Qiang and Zhao Lei, were both at the Great Martial Master Level 5 cultivation.

They followed Murong Yun's lead in everything.

Li Qiang sneered, his face full of disdain.

"Brother Yun, this Outer Sect fight is too boring. Wang Peng is just a piece of trash, he can't even handle a newcomer who just joined the Sect; it's simply losing face for our Luoxue Sect."

Zhao Lei quickly agreed, then changed the subject, leaning close to Murong Yun with a flattering face.

"Exactly, Brother Yun, don't waste time on this trash. By the way, I have always been curious, Brother Yun, how is your pursuit of Fairy Mu Wanyao going?"

"She is our Inner Sect's number one gentle Fairy, with peerless beauty and a gentle nature; how many Inner Sect Disciples are thinking about her!"

Mentioning Mu Wanyao, Murong Yun's originally indifferent and effeminate expression finally became slightly more serious.

A conceited smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, his tone extremely certain.

"Mu Wanyao? She is just something in my pocket."

"I have sought Heaven And Earth Treasure for her many times and personally guided her through Bottleneck during Cultivate. In terms of appearance, cultivation, and family background, I, Murong Yun, am top-tier in the Inner Sect. She has long since developed a good impression of me and dare not refuse."

"Chasing her is just a matter of time, it's a sure thing. It won't be long before she obediently becomes my Dao Companion."

Li Qiang and Zhao Lei quickly gave thumbs up, their faces full of flattery.

"Brother Yun is amazing! Worthy of being an Inner Sect Genius! Only you, Brother Yun, are worthy of a figure like Fairy Mu!"

Murong Yun nodded faintly, his eyes full of determination to win, not putting the Ye Yun below in his eyes at all.

He only regarded him as an Outer Sect clown who had risen by luck.

...

On the stage, a sudden change occurred!

Wang Peng, who had been lying on the ground unable to get up, suddenly struggled to prop himself up on the ground with his hands, climbing up bit by bit.