72: Chapter 72 Severed Limbs, Useless Little Gigi

"As you wish."

Baili Yunche suddenly stopped in his tracks, no longer dodging.

He could already see that Fei Yangyang at this moment was already at the end of his tether.

Although his aura was still at the Golden Core Stage Second Layer, his body could no longer support it.

The medicinal efficacy of the Explosion Spirit Pill was fading, his Meridians had already begun to suffer damage, and his mana circulation was becoming increasingly sluggish.

Dragging it out any longer, he would fall down on his own.

But Baili Yunche did not want to drag it out anymore.

He wanted to rightfully and squarely trample Fei Yangyang beneath his feet.

With a sweep of his left hand across his waist, the chiyang sword rang as it left its scabbard!

The crimson sword body emitted a warm luster under the sunlight.

The sword cry was clear and resonant, echoing throughout the entire arena.

Baili Yunche held the sword in his left hand, standing in the center of the arena with his robes fluttering, resembling a god of war.

"Setting Sun Sword Technique."

He softly uttered those four words, slowly raising the chiyang sword in his hand.

Mana surged into the sword body, and the chiyang sword erupted with a dazzling crimson light.

That light grew more and more intense, brighter and brighter, slowly rising in his hand like a blood-colored setting sun.

Sword Qi permeated the air.

Sword Qi crisscrossed like countless crimson threads, intertwining, wrapping, and circling in the air.

A phantom of a setting sun emerged behind him, the blood-colored setting sun reflecting upon heaven and earth.

At that moment, Baili Yunche seemed to merge into one with that setting sun.

"Holy crap! This is Perfection level sword art!"

"What kind of sword art is this? Why have I never seen it in the Sect's Scripture Pavilion?"

"This is at least a Profound Rank High Grade sword manual! It might even be Earth Rank!"

"How could a Disciple from a miscellaneous chores background master such a profound sword art?"

"There is a huge secret on this person!"

Beneath the stage, sounds of exclamation rose one after another.

Even the Nascent Soul Elders on the high platform were moved one after another.

"This child is a good seedling for cultivating the sword!" The Feijian Peak Elder stood up excitedly, his eyes filled with burning passion, "He must enter my Feijian Peak! I am willing to take him as a Disciple personally!"

"Such a good Body Refining seedling, why should he go to your Feijian Peak?"

The bearded man from Douzhan Peak slammed the table and stood up.

"He must come to my Douzhan Peak! His fist technique and movement technique are clearly the path of Body Refining! Come to my Douzhan Peak, and I can nurture him into an invincible existence in the Golden Core Stage!"

"Stop fighting over him!" The Shendan Peak Elder stroked his beard and spoke slowly,

"I feel that he is still quite suitable for my Shendan Peak. Didn't you all see it? His internal mana is profound, and his Divine Soul is powerful; he is precisely good Materials for Alchemy. Come to my Shendan Peak, and I will teach him Alchemy. His future will be boundless."

"Who says so?"

The Badao Peak Elder let out a cold snort,

"Although his saber technique is rough, his foundation is good. Come to my Badao Peak, and I will teach him saber technique. Within ten years, he will definitely become a Great Master of the saber Dao!"

Several Nascent Soul Stage bigshots were actually arguing over a Foundation Establishment Stage Disciple; if word got out, probably no one would believe it.

But the facts were placed right before their eyes—Baili Yunche's performance was simply too astonishing.

On the arena.

Fei Yangyang looked at the blood-colored setting sun phantom behind Baili Yunche, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.

Perfection level sword art was simply too strong.

Strong to the point that even a Cultivator like him at the Golden Core Stage Second Layer felt palpitations.

But he no longer had a way out.

"Fuck your mother! Go to hell!"

Fei Yangyang let out a furious roar, waving the gengjin saber and frantically charging toward Baili Yunche.

His saber technique had completely lost all order, blindly slashing and chopping based purely on instinct.

Baili Yunche coldly looked at him without a shred of ripples in his eyes.

He spotted one of Fei Yangyang's flaws.

Right now!

Baili Yunche moved.

Startled Swan Swimming Dragon Step!

His figure turned into a golden afterimage, sweeping past Fei Yangyang's side.

Simultaneously, the flame prison void-breaking saber in his right hand swept horizontally outward!

"Swish!"

A fierce saber light flashed past.

Fast as lightning.

Immediately following—

"Swish!"

A bloody arm flew into the air, tumbled a few times in the midair, and then heavily landed on the arena.

Fresh blood splattered, scattering onto the ground of the arena, a shocking sight to behold.

"Ah——!!!"

Fei Yangyang let out a miserable, piercing scream, a sound so sharp it almost pierced people's eardrums.

He staggered backward, his right arm empty and vacant as fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.

His facial features were distorted, and his eyes were filled with despair and pain.

"Dog scum, go to hell!"

Baili Yunche did not stop his hands.

"Let you covet my woman!"

With a single slash of his saber, he chopped onto Fei Yangyang's left arm.

"Ah...!"

"See if I don't hack you to death!"

Another slash landed on Fei Yangyang's right leg.

"Ah...!"

"Let you send people to kill me!"

Another slash landed on Fei Yangyang's left leg.

"Ah...!"

Slash after slash, every single slash drew blood.

In less than a moment's time, all of Fei Yangyang's limbs were completely severed, and his entire person lay helplessly in the pool of blood like a human log.

His face was covered in blood stains, his eyes filled with panic, and his body twitched continuously.

The scene was too ghastly to look at.

Baili Yunche looked down at him from above, a bloodthirsty gleam flickering in his eyes:

"Want to cripple me? You must be prepared to be crippled by me."

He raised his right foot, used all his strength, and heavily kicked Fei Yangyang right in the crotch.

"Aoo aah——!!!"

Fei Yangyang let out a desperate, miserable scream, a sound so shrill it made one's hair stand on end.

His body curled up into a ball, twitching continuously, his gaze filled with despair and unwillingness.

He never could have imagined that Baili Yunche would act with such ruthlessness and viciousness.

Not only did he break all his limbs, but he also kicked him into becoming a eunuch—completely ruining his entire life.

On the plaza, dead silence fell once again.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

A moment later—

"My god!"

"He actually directly crippled Fei Yangyang's root of life! This is too ruthless!"

"This strength is simply too strong! Even the Golden Core Stage Second Layer Fei Yangyang is not his match? Too terrifying!"

"This person is definitely the biggest dark horse of this Inner Sect Grand Competition! No, the absolute biggest dark horse!"

"Fei Yangyang is done for, completely done for. His limbs severed, his root of life crippled; even if he gets healed, he will still be a useless cripple."

The discussions exploded like a boiling pot, and the entire plaza instantly boiled over.

Within the crowd, Pan Yulian saw Fei Yangyang's miserable state, and her eyes instantly turned red.

She rushed forward and roared angrily at Steward Wang Ganju:

"Deacon Wang! Baili Yunche's methods are too ruthless! He crippled Senior Brother Fei's little jiji; what difference does this make from killing him? He must be severely punished!"

Her chest binder heaved violently, her emotions excited to the extreme.

Baili Yunche crippled Fei Yangyang's little jiji—then what would she do in the future?

She was Fei Yangyang's Dao Companion; with Fei Yangyang becoming a eunuch, wouldn't she be forced to live a chaste widow's life while he was still alive?

Steward Wang Ganju frowned and walked to the center of the arena.

He looked at Fei Yangyang in the pool of blood, then looked at the calm-faced Baili Yunche, and said in a deep voice:

"Baili Yunche, your strength is clearly superior to Fei Yangyang's; giving him a lesson should have been enough. Why must you... why must you cripple his root of life?"

Baili Yunche raised his eyes to look at Steward Wang Ganju, his gaze calm as water.

"He openly stated he wanted to cripple my Dantian, could it be that I was supposed to stand in place and let him do it?"

"He wanted to cripple me, and I crippled him. What is wrong with that?"

These words landed with a resounding thud, and Steward Wang Ganju was instantly left speechless by the retort.

Although the rules emphasized stopping at the point of restraint, Fei Yangyang first uttered harsh words about crippling someone's cultivation, and even took the forbidden drug Explosion Spirit Pill.

Baili Yunche's counterattack was indeed justified.

Pan Yulian refused to let the matter rest, rushing to the edge of the arena and screaming: "Senior Brother Fei was only talking with his mouth; he didn't hurt you at all! Yet you truly severed all his limbs and even crippled his little jiji. This is malicious revenge!"

Her voice was sharp and piercing, "Deacon Wang, you must severely punish this fiend!"

People around immediately chimed in.

"That's right! In sparring among fellow Disciples, how can anyone use such fatal methods? What makes him any different from those of the Demonic Path!"

"Too ruthless! Baili Yunche completely does not put the Sect rules in his eyes! His Dantian must be crippled and he must be expelled from the Sect!"

"Right! Expel him from the Sect! Expel him from the Sect!"

Several of Fei Yangyang's cohorts seized the opportunity to instigate, their voices growing louder and louder.

Baili Yunche coldly swept a glance at those people, then looked at Pan Yulian.

"Swords have no eyes on the battlefield, and Fei Yangyang took the forbidden drug first. I was merely defending myself."