Chapter 2337: Chapter 2343: Yiming, Take Them Down

Buzz...

The air suddenly rippled, moving without wind.

"It’s appeared, the No Night No Dawn Technique of the Meng Family."

"The Meng Family, reputed for deciding life and death with a word and obliterating life with a gesture. Mo Youu might have a hard time dealing with it."

The surroundings were abuzz with chatter.

Clang...

A sudden sword chant echoed in the air.

The sword chant was crisp and peerless.

As the sword’s sound passed, the previously rippling air suddenly dispersed.

"Illusion Dao?" Mo Youu chuckled lightly, a smile as refreshing as a spring breeze, putting everyone at ease.

Clang...

Another clang resounded.

Mo Youu’s sword moved.

The sharp sword followed the sound, advancing relentlessly.

Just as the echoing sound dispelled the illusory sound, the sword edge rested before Meng Piaopiao’s throat.

"Mr. Meng, you’ve lost," Mo Youu said softly.

"Hiss." Around them, the sound of sharp intakes of breath was incessant.

"What a swift strike, how exactly was that strike unleashed just now?"

"It seemed even an afterimage didn’t appear, it was just a flash."

Exclamations erupted around them.

On the Martial Arts Arena.

Meng Piaopiao furrowed her brows but nodded.

"Concession accepted." Mo Youu nodded as well, sheathing his sword.

The elder of the Dongfang Family shouted out, "The victor of this battle, Black Cloud Academy Chief, Mo Youu."

Whoosh...

The surroundings erupted instantly, reaching a peak of astonishment.

"Defeat in one sword, a decisive victory in an instant?"

"The opponent was the first Heavenly Talent of Bukong Mountain, Meng Piaopiao."

"To possess such prowess, under the heavens, perhaps only the Forget Sorrow Sword can measure up."

"Mo Youu’s reputation is indeed well-earned."

Swish...

The elder of the Dongfang Family flashed to the center of the Martial Arts Arena, loudly announcing, "With this, all competitions are concluded."

"The Demon Sacrifice Day competition also ends here."

"Any losers wishing for a spot may seek out challengers, and the Dongfang Family’s Martial Arts Arena is open free of charge."

With the elder of the Dongfang Family’s words, it marked the conclusion of the Demon Sacrifice Day competition.

The elite and prodigious talents in the spectator stands rose and left.

On Xiao Yi’s side.

Xiao Yi’s gaze remained fixed in the distance.

He hadn’t even paid attention to the fight just now.

The duel between Meng Piaopiao and the renowned Forget Sorrow Sword Mo Youu that drew everyone’s attention, that stunning sword strike, deciding victory in an instant...

He paid no heed to any of it.

His gaze remained locked on Weii Hu.

"Palace Master?" Xia Yiming asked, puzzled, "The competition is over."

"Mm." Xiao Yi nodded, then stood up.

But, Xiao Yi did not leave, instead heading toward the Weii Family’s seats.

At the Weii Family’s seats, a group also rose to leave, and Weii Hu noticed Xiao Yi’s gaze, quickly glanced back, hastening his departure.

Xiao Yi furrowed his brows, quickening his pace.

"Palace Master?" Xia Yiming, though puzzled, quickly followed Xiao Yi.

"What’s going on, Junior Brother Xiao Yi?" Qing Lin and Ran Qi both furrowed their brows, also puzzled, followed along.

Just then.

Outside the Martial Arts Arena, a proud, cold voice rang out.

"As expected of Mo Youu, wherever he goes, he always shines peerlessly, unmatched."

"What Yuan Ruoli of the Lik Yuan Sect, what Lei Ting, the first hidden solo cultivator, nothing compares to the name Mo Youu."

With these words.

The elite and prodigious talents who were about to leave stopped in their tracks.

It was a woman in white, Dongfang Zhi.

"The Second Miss of the Dongfang Family?" The elite talents first frowned slightly, then relaxed and nodded.

"Oh." Dongfang Zhi’s gaze suddenly shifted from Mo Youu to Xiao Yi.

No, to be precise, her gaze landed on the blood-stained sleeve of Xiao Yi’s robe.

"Tsk tsk, the infamous little thief Xiao Yi, weren’t you always so capable and arrogant? How come you’re wounded now?"

"I heard you fought against a mere secular Heavenly Talent, Guu Feifan of the First Layer of the Saint Sovereign Realm."

"What? Turns out you’re so weak? You won but still got hurt?"

"Just as the rumors say, what legendary battle, what overpowering combat strength, it was just borrowing the Top-grade Holy Artifact and Eight Palaces Protective Items."

"Without these external aids, you little thief Xiao Yi are pathetically weak, and you still dare to walk around here boldly?"

"You vile woman, what did you say?" Qing Lin exclaimed angrily.

"Oh? Isn’t this the perennial runner-up of Black Cloud Academy?" Dongfang Zhi scoffed.

"What’s this? Being suppressed by Mo Youu all your life, forever unable to become the chief, and now you’re pointing fingers outwards, siding with that little thief Xiao Yi?"

"Open your eyes and see clearly."

"Forget Sorrow Sword Mo Youu, even against such powerful Second Layer of Saint Sovereign Realm individuals like Meng Piaopiao, can defeat them in an instant with a single sword strike."

"The gap between him and that little thief Xiao Yi, as well as your own, do you both still not understand?"

"Weaklings have no place in front of me..."

"Dongfang Zhi," Mo Youu interrupted with a frown.

"How my two junior brothers are doing is none of your business."

"Hmph," Dongfang Zhi’s face was furious, "Mo Youu, you always protect your junior brothers like this, do you think they will appreciate your kindness even a bit?"

"That Qing... whatever, haven’t you protected and helped him enough all these years? Supported him, aided him, taught him, is it still not enough? How does he repay you?"

"By turning his back, not even putting his senior brother in his eyes?"

"And then there’s this little thief Xiao Yi." Dongfang Zhi’s face showed anger.

"Have you forgotten how despicable, how wretched, how everyone wanted to kill him back when he walked in the guise of Black Robe Xiao Xun?"

"Back then, if you hadn’t stopped me, would he have lived to this day? Could he still have the audacity to speak coldly to you now?"

"You saved his life, and what did you get in return?"

"Such a thankless wolf, not knowing gratitude, the term ’little thief’ is indeed very fitting..."

"Enough," Mo Youu’s face had turned cold.

"Not enough," Dongfang Zhi replied coldly, "I want the world’s Heavenly Talents to see just how despicable this little thief Xiao Yi is..."

Mo Youu’s once spring-like expression had turned to anger, "If you still want me to remain in the Dongfang Family, then shut your mouth."

"You..." Dongfang Zhi gritted her teeth, "Failing to recognize good intentions, hmph."

Dongfang Zhi gave a cold snort but eventually stopped her incessant talking.

Yes, incessant talking.

All these words were nothing but annoying noise in Xiao Yi’s ears.

His gaze was still fixed on Weii Hu.

Step...

Xiao Yi’s footsteps stopped in front of the Weii Family’s seats.

"Halt," Xiao Yi said with a frown.

The Weii Family’s group stopped, looking puzzled.

Only Weii Hu’s face showed a slight change but was well concealed, "Xiao Yi?"

"I wonder what Young Master Xiao Yi wants with me?"

Xiao Yi smiled lightly, "May I sense something?"

"Sense what?" the Weii Family members frowned.

"You’ll find out shortly," Xiao Yi smiled and quickly walked toward Weii Hu.

"Hold on," Weii Hu’s face turned cold, "Young Master Xiao Yi, don’t you think this is too much?"

"In front of everyone, Miss Dongfang may be causing you trouble, but you’re trying to use me as a shield?"

"If you’ve got the ability, retaliate against Miss Dongfang, why involve me?"

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes, "What, I can’t sense?"

"Nonsense," Weii Hu said coldly, "If you’re really capable, go challenge the renowned Forget Sorrow Sword Mo Youu."

"Hmph, lacking skill, yet you come to me, such a small figure, to vent your anger?"

"Young Master Xiao Yi, such great power, such skill you must have."

"Exactly," Dongfang Zhi snorted coldly, "You just rely on others, bullying the weak?"

All around, a cascade of cold exclamations.

"Right, Xiao Yi, if you have guts, challenge Forget Sorrow Sword."

"Picking on Weii Hu, what skill is that?"

"Is the notorious Xiao Yi truly so disgraceful?"

"Shut up," Mo Youu’s cold voice resounded, "Anyone who speaks further is an enemy of mine, Mo Youu."

His icy gaze swept the surroundings.

The entire arena fell silent, no one dared speak further.

"Yiming, take them down," Xiao Yi’s face suddenly turned cold.

"Understood, Palace Master," Xia Yiming’s eyes were filled with killing intent, his figure flashed, aiming directly at Dongfang Zhi.

"What speed!" Dongfang Zhi’s pupils shrank.

Crack...

A light sound.

Dongfang Zhi’s arms were pinned behind her, a firm hand gripping her throat.

"Kneel," Xia Yiming commanded coldly.

"Xia Yiming, you..." Dongfang Zhi’s face changed.

"Xia Yiming, you’re insolent," the Dongfang Family Elders’ faces turned cold.

"Brother Xia," Mo Youu frowned, "Miss Dongfang is also my friend, let her go..."

"Ridiculous," Xia Yiming’s face was cold.

Only Xiao Yi’s face turned dark, "Yiming, it’s not her."

"The one before me."

Xiao Yi’s gaze focused on Weii Hu.

"Ah... oh..." Xia Yiming immediately released her, his figure flashed, aiming directly at Weii Hu.

"What do you intend?" Weii Hu’s face changed.

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