46: Sarcasm

He took a step forward and looked at his two Junior Brothers, saying,

"Junior Brothers, look clearly."

"Watch how I defeat him with a single sword strike."

He took the blue precious sword from his back.

A light like lightning darted within the blade.

He swung his sword down.

A hundred streaks of thunder descended.

Crackling sounds filled the air.

Arcs of electricity, like sinister vipers, drifted cunningly toward Yang Yi.

Yang Yi took a step back.

He slashed out fiercely with the Seven Injury Divine Sword.

With a crisp cracking sound,

a long fissure was carved into the ground.

The surrounding thunder was crushed by the Sword Qi and turned into specks of light.

Sun Sijia was forced back three steps by this strike.

Each step back cracked the ground, with thumping sounds ringing out incessantly.

Stopping, Sun Sijia looked at the tear across his chest and grimaced.

His expression was gloomy; his previous pride was gone, replaced by intense humiliation and anger.

"You're courting death."

He roared in rage and squeezed his eyes shut, his sword moving like a gale.

"Thunder Sword Art."

Several streaks of Sword Qi composed of lightning power soared into the sky.

They formed a sword net in the air.

The sword net twisted and deformed, condensing into a strange, spherical object made of sword light.

Lightning flickered across the sphere, and crackling explosion sounds emanated from within.

Suddenly, the sphere plummeted toward the ground like a meteorite.

Its immense power made the surrounding air scorching hot.

Everyone vaguely saw thin mist rising into the air.

A terrifying pressure bore down on them.

Yang Ming and Zhong Mingyi were too weak; their legs gave way, and they fell to their knees with a thud.

Yang Yi frowned and gave a light sweep with the Seven Injury Divine Sword toward the two.

A trench of moderate depth was carved in front of them.

At that moment, the two felt the pressure on them decrease significantly.

Just then, the light sphere was about to fall in front of Yang Yi.

Yang Yi's pupils constricted slightly, and he slashed down at the sphere with the Seven Injury Divine Sword.

With a crack, an aura of sorrow spread throughout the courtyard.

The rapidly falling blue sphere suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if held by two giant hands.

Although the sphere was still spinning, it could not move downward even a fraction.

With a bang, the sphere exploded in the air.

Countless blue lightning forces bloomed in the sky like fireworks.

Several streaks of lightning struck near Yang Ming and Zhong Mingyi, causing both to yelp.

Several streaks of lightning landed on Han Feijue and the others, who dodged and weaved, avoiding injury.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Sun Sijia's mouth; this was caused by using too much power.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, he gritted his teeth. Thinking of what he had said to lecture his two Junior Brothers earlier, he was overwhelmed with shame and anger, wishing he could draw his sword and end his own life.

"Damn it, you're courting death."

Sun Sijia was furious and prepared to forcefully mobilize the power within his body to unleash another ultimate technique.

Just then, Han Feijue suddenly appeared before him with a sneer.

"Forget it, Senior Brother."

"You are no match for him."

"Better let the Eldest Senior Brother intervene."

Sun Sijia pushed Han Feijue away and said coldly, "Get lost."

"Do you think I am the same as you?"

Han Feijue stumbled back a few steps and feigned helplessness, shaking his head.

He returned to Nangong Tianyue's side and gave him a meaningful smile.

At that moment, Sun Sijia began to chant, and the power throughout his body began to surge violently.

Countless amounts of Yuan power gathered on his precious sword.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a fissure burst open within the black clouds.

A massive beam of light descended from the sky, slashing straight down.

That power made everyone feel panicked.

Even Yang Yi felt a trace of pressure.

Watching the gigantic sword light, like a waterfall from the Nine Heavens, descend,

Yang Yi's thoughts drifted far away.

These Disciples were young Disciples of the Opening Heaven Gate, yet their strength was already this formidable.

Looking at the entire continent, how many experts were there?

What did his own meager skills amount to?

It seemed he still needed to continue working hard; otherwise, one day he would be killed on the spot.

The others nearby saw Yang Yi gazing at the firmament, motionless, and assumed he had been scared silly.

Zhong Mingyi clenched his fists with a schadenfreude expression, thinking to himself,

"Don't move, don't move. Just wait to be swallowed by the sword light."

Yang Ming, standing to the side, was the only one worried about Yang Yi. Seeing Yang Yi motionless, he hurriedly shouted,

"Family Head, what's wrong?"

Yang Ming's voice woke Yang Yi. As Yang Yi looked up, the sword light was already close at hand.

There was no time left to resist.

With a thunderous boom, Yang Yi's figure was completely swallowed by the sword light.

Zhong Mingyi jumped up in excitement. "Good, well hit."

Yang Ming glared at him fiercely, looking nervously at the center of the explosion.

The dust and smoke dissipated, but the lingering power of the explosion still permeated the air.

Everyone stared fixedly at the center of the explosion.

A deep pit, neither too big nor too small, had appeared at the center, enough to bury several people.

Because they were far away, they could not see the situation inside the pit.

But in everyone's estimation, after such a terrifying explosion, even if Yang Yi wasn't dead, he must be seriously injured.

Just as everyone was pondering, a dark shadow flew out of the pit and landed on the edge.

The moment they saw Yang Yi, everyone was stunned.

Because there wasn't a speck of dust on Yang Yi, and not a single hair on his forehead was out of place; he was exactly the same as before the explosion.

Sun Sijia's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before fainting.

Seeing him faint, Han Feijue and Nangong Tianyue exchanged a glance. They walked over to him with concern but did not carry him away.

"What happened to Senior Brother?" Han Feijue asked, knowing full well the answer.

Nangong Tianyue said coldly, "Using power that shouldn't have been used results in this."

"Senior Brother has truly broadened our horizons today. We must learn well from him and take this as a warning. We cannot be as reckless and overestimating of our own abilities as him."

Zhong Mingyi scratched his head. Listening to their words, it seemed like they were mocking their own Senior Brother. He was a bit confused.

Yu Tian walked coldly up to the two and said indifferently, "He is your Senior Brother after all. Even if he was defeated by someone, there is no need for sarcasm and ridicule."

Han Feijue looked at Yu Tian and chuckled.

"Senior Brother, when we were defeated by others, how did he treat us? And what did you say?"

Yu Tian was suddenly silent, but secretly resolved in his heart.

He absolutely could not lose. If he lost, not only would it be difficult to explain back home, but these two Junior Brothers would humiliate him.

Looking at the treatment Sun Sijia was receiving now, if he were to lose, he would be mocked to death by them.

Even if he lost, he could not faint. As long as he didn't faint, they wouldn't mock him like this. If he fainted, these two bastards might even harm him.