205: Chapter 205 One Man Tramples on All His Generation's Pride, His Pride Shattered and His Dao Heart Collapsed

Su Yun's voice echoed clearly across the silent square.

Every word was like a heavy hammer, fiercely striking the hearts of all the young generation of the Xiao Family.

All of you, come at me together.

What arrogance! What disdain!

After a brief silence, there was a volcanic eruption!

"Bastard!"

"How dare he humiliate us like this!"

"Kill him! Let's go together and avenge Senior Brother Xiao Ting!"

"No matter how strong he is, he's just one person! With so many of us, we can pile him to death!"

Su Yun's taunt completely ignited the wrath of all the Xiao Family Prodigies.

The pride of being top aristocratic family Disciples from the Upper Realm made them unable to tolerate being so lightly regarded by a Manual Laborer from the Lower Realm.

What's more, the Young Lord of Tianshu Palace was watching!

If they were intimidated by a Manual Laborer today, then the Xiao Family's face would truly be lost!

"Kill!"

Someone, red-eyed, was the first to unleash their Magic Treasure.

The next second, dozens of figures, like a swarm of fish crossing a river, rushed onto the arena from all directions, utterly disregarding everything.

Blades and swords flashed, and precious light soared to the sky!

Dozens of elite young generation members of the Xiao Family, at this moment, completely abandoned the so-called competition rules, with only one thought.

That was to tear the arrogant grey-robed youth on the arena into shreds!

"Good timing."

Looking at the faces twisted with anger, Su Yun's lips curled into a cold arc.

This was the effect he wanted.

If he was going to fight, he would beat them into submission, into fear, until their Dao Hearts shattered and they could no longer harbor any thought of resistance.

Just as the sky-filled Magic Treasures and Divine Abilities were about to engulf him.

Su Yun finally moved.

He simply, gently, lifted his foot and stomped it onto the arena floor.

"Dong."

A soft sound.

It was as if he hadn't stepped on the hard arena, but on a calm lake surface.

A visible, ice-blue ripple, centered at his foot, silently spread out in all directions.

Wherever the ripple passed, time and space seemed to fall into stagnation.

The expressions on the faces of the red-eyed, aggressively charging Xiao Family Prodigies instantly froze.

They were horrified to find that the air around them had become as thick as glue.

Their movements were infinitely slowed down.

The Magic Treasures they unleashed crawled like snails in mid-air.

The Divine Abilities that could split mountains and shatter rocks also seemed to have been put on slow motion, soft and utterly lacking in power.

They were like flies caught in a spider web, no matter how they struggled, they could not break free from the invisible shackles.

And Su Yun was like the sole Dominator in this solidified time and space.

He still had his hands in his sleeves, strolling leisurely among the Prodigies who maintained their charging postures, their faces filled with shock and fear.

His steps were slow, very casual.

He walked up to a burly man holding a giant axe, about to chop down.

He raised his hand and, with a gentle slap, struck the man's face.

"Pa!"

A crisp slap.

The shock on the burly man's face instantly turned into pain.

He was sent flying backward with a scream, as if hit head-on by an ancient Vicious Beast.

In mid-air, blood mixed with a dozen shattered teeth sprayed from his mouth, drawing a tragic and beautiful arc before he crashed heavily below the arena.

Su Yun did not stop.

He walked up to another female Disciple, holding a Flying Sword, attempting a sneak attack from behind.

Still a slap.

"Pa!"

That proud daughter of heaven, usually so high and mighty, let out a scream, a bright red handprint appearing on her face, and was also sent flying out of the arena.

"Pa!"

"Pa!"

"Pa!"

The crisp sound of slaps became the only sound in the square at this moment.

Su Yun was like an elegant dancer, freely displaying his violent aesthetics on this stage he controlled.

He did not use any splendid Divine Abilities.

Nor did he employ the Origin of Heavenly Dao that could destroy heaven and earth.

He simply used the simplest, most direct, and most humiliating method.

Slap after slap.

Sending these high-and-mighty Xiao Family Prodigies flying, one by one.

With every slap, a Prodigy screamed and flew out of the arena.

With every slap, a Magic Treasure fell to the ground like scrap metal.

Despair!

Endless despair spread in the hearts of all the Xiao Family Prodigies who rushed onto the arena.

They could clearly see Su Yun's movements, but could not react.

They could only watch helplessly as that palm grew larger and larger in their pupils.

Then came intense pain and dizziness.

Fear!

Bone-deep fear!

This was a dimensionality reduction strike!

It was a god toying with Mortals!

Less than half an incense stick's time passed.

When Su Yun shook his slightly numb hand and returned to the center of the arena.

Not a single one of the dozens of Xiao Family Prodigies who had charged up remained.

All of them, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, had been slapped flying out.

Below the arena, wails filled the air.

Those once arrogant children of heaven were now piled together like dead dogs.

Some had broken arms and legs, some foamed at the mouth, and some were even directly knocked unconscious by a single slap.

Their Physical Bodies might still have a chance to recover.

But their Dao Hearts, their proud spirit as Prodigies, had been completely shattered by Su Yun in the most cruel way during that short half-incense stick's time!

From now on, the name Su Yun would become an eternal nightmare that they could never shake off.

They didn't even have the courage to look directly at that grey-robed figure again.

On the arena, it was clean as new, not a speck of dust.

Below the arena, blood flowed like a river, a scene of utter devastation.

This strong visual contrast created an extremely absurd, yet blood-boiling sense of terrifying oppression.

The entire venue was silent.

Everyone seemed to have been cast with a immobilization spell, staring blankly at the calm figure on the arena, their minds completely blank.

On the high platform.

Family Head Xiao Zhan Tian looked at this scene, his eyes first filled with undisguised shock, and then, that shock slowly transformed into a hint of... ecstasy!

Strong!

Too strong!

How could this be a Lower Realm ant? This was clearly a true Dragon crossing the river!

His Xiao Family had found a treasure!

Beside him, those Grand Elders who had previously made things difficult for Su Yun in every way.

And even echoed Ye Wuhun's words, now had faces uglier than if they had eaten a dead fly.

They felt their faces burning with pain, as if they had been slapped dozens of times back and forth in public.

On the Star Chariot.

"Crack!"

Ye Wuhun crushed the armrest in his hand into fragments.

He suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes filled with uncontrollable rage and killing intent.

"Useless!"

"The Xiao Family is indeed a bunch of trash!"

"They can't even deal with a crawling insect from the Lower Realm!"

He stared intently at the figure on the arena who had made him lose so much face, his body surging with Star Power.

"It seems only this Young Lord can personally step in and clean up the trash!"