The razor-sharp Sword Aura instantly tore through Ye Xiaohai's Fist Montum and slashed heavily into him.
Ye Xiaohai's clothes were instantly shredded to pieces. He was sent flying, smashing hard into the ceiling of the great hall before falling back to the ground with a THUD.
Having used all his Primordial Power to cast Eight Extres Hell, he had to take both impacts with his physical body alone.
As a result, he imdiately coughed up a mouthful of blood. Wracked with internal pain, he collapsed to the ground, his aura feeble.
"You kept calling trash, yet here you are, beaten like a dog. Doesn't that make you even worse than trash?"
Chu Qingyun said, looking down on Ye Xiaohai.
"You…" PTHOO!
Ye Xiaohai was so enraged he was speechless. He coughed up another mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and he passed out.
This ti, he had lost all face.
"For Ye Qi's sake, I'll spare your life. Now get lost!"
Chu Qingyun barked coldly and kicked Ye Xiaohai, sending him sprawling to Ye Lan's feet.
Their furtive whispering earlier had not escaped Chu Qingyun's notice.
As the saying goes, you look at the master before you beat the dog. Chu Qingyun's actions showed he had absolutely no regard for Ye Lan.
And in truth, that was exactly the case.
With a puppet comparable to a peak Seventh-level Martial Artist by his side, Chu Qingyun had the confidence to back his actions. He was not the type to be bullied and simply take it lying down.
"Brat, Ye Xiaohai… he's a mber of the Ye Family."
Sure enough, Ye Lan's expression turned incredibly grim as he glared fixedly at Chu Qingyun.
"Hmph. Are you trying to say the Ye Family hasn't been humiliated enough?"
Chu Qingyun retorted, completely unafraid.
"Good. Good! Brat, you've got nerve. Today, I'll show you the consequences of provoking the Ye Family!"
Ye Lan's face was thunderous; he was already preparing to make a move himself.
He unleashed the unbridled aura of a Seventh-level Martial Artist, letting it crash down upon Chu Qingyun.
A disciple from the direct lineage of a great family like him received the best training, resources, and Secret Manuals from childhood. For them, even dealing with an ordinary eighth-level Martial Artist from the outside would be no problem.
The terrifying pressure made Chu Qingyun's heart shudder.
He ducked behind the puppet and clutched the bag full of top-grade Primordial Stones, ready to replenish its Primordial Power at any ti.
anwhile, a faint light began to glow in the puppet's eyes, a sign that it was ready to move.
Just at that mont, the leaders of the Jin and Zhou Families exchanged a look and nodded.
Seizing the opportunity while everyone's attention was diverted, the two of them suddenly made their move, leaping toward the Crystal Ball in the middle of the great hall.
However, there were too many experts present; there was no way the pair could have gone unnoticed.
"Stop!"
"Devious brats!"
Instantly, three more people followed suit, leaping toward the Crystal Ball on the stone platform, while several more launched attacks of Primordial Power.
The standoff shattered in an instant.
The first five to charge forward began to scramble chaotically, forced to simultaneously defend against sneak attacks of Primordial Power from those behind them.
Amid the chaos, a blast of Primordial Power struck the Crystal Ball. It instantly shattered into countless fragnts, sending the dozen or so glistening drops of liquid within scattering in every direction.
"Grab them!"
"That one's mine! The rest of you, get lost!"
The great hall imdiately devolved into utter chaos as everyone began to frantically scramble for the droplets.
Those in front fought with their lives on the line to grab a drop, while those behind them furiously unleashed their Primordial Power, attacking anyone ahead.
One Fifth-level Martial Artist reached for a droplet. Just as his hand was inches away, he was struck by several blasts of Primordial Power simultaneously and torn to shreds.
Another Martial Artist with a Control-type Soul used his ribbon-like Martial Soul to hinder those around him, managing to snatch two droplets at once.
However, before he even had a chance to be happy, he was struck by more than a dozen blasts of Primordial Power and Soul Techniques at once and was obliterated into dust. The two droplets flew free again.
In the great hall, from the mont the droplets flew out, people began to die in nearly every corner.
Wherever a droplet flew, a mad battle followed.
Ye Lan glanced at Chu Qingyun, then at a droplet flying past him. With a stomp of his foot, he shot off toward the droplet.
Killing soone could be done anyti, but missing out on a treasure would be a catastrophic loss.
A droplet flew in Chu Qingyun's direction, tailed by two fourth-level Martial Artists.
"Five-Star Vine!"
Chu Qingyun shouted lowly. Four dark green vines shot out, montarily interfering with the two pursuers, and he reached out to snatch the droplet into his hand.
The droplet was cool to the touch, but it didn't break apart, maintaining its form as a single drop.
"Brat, you're courting death!"
"A re first-level Martial Artist dares to covet the Primordial Spirit Liquid!"
The mont Chu Qingyun had it in his grasp, furious roars rang out as the surrounding Martial Artists all launched attacks at him.
One Fifth-level Martial Artist, confident in his superior strength, even charged straight for him.
"Hmph. They really think I'm a pushover!"
Chu Qingyun snorted, ducked behind the puppet, and had it block all the attacks.
The puppet's body was exceptionally durable. Whether it was attacks of Primordial Power or Soul Techniques, they only produced a series of tallic CLANGS upon impact and failed to leave so much as a scratch.
"Brat, die!"
The Fifth-level Martial Artist roared as Primordial Power flooded his hand, forming a giant white hand that shot toward Chu Qingyun.
"You're the one who's going to die!"
With a great shout from Chu Qingyun, a thought from him sent the puppet striking like lightning.
A single punch shattered the Primordial Power. An explosive force surged into the Martial Artist's body, and with a BANG, he was blasted into a bloody mist, leaving no corpse behind!
With that one punch, Chu Qingyun had the puppet unleash its strongest attack—the equivalent of a strike from a peak Seventh-level Martial Artist.
The goal was to deter everyone else.
These people were like hungry wolves; only by beating the fear into them and making them understand he was not to be trifled with would they retreat.
Otherwise, their relentless attacks would only lead to more trouble.
Sure enough, the shocking scene of a Fifth-level Martial Artist being punched into a bloody mist made the surrounding Martial Artists' hair stand on end. They no longer dared to have any designs on Chu Qingyun.
Seizing the opportunity, Chu Qingyun snatched a handful of top-grade Primordial Stones, crushed them, and slapped all the resulting Primordial Power into the puppet.
"Gentlen, if any of you think you've lived too long, you're welco to try ."
Chu Qingyun swept his cold gaze over the few people nearby, his tone laced with ice.
Although the few of them looked resentful, there was nothing they could do. They abandoned Chu Qingyun and turned to compete elsewhere.
With a puppet at the Martial Master Level, equivalent to a Seventh-level Martial Artist, Chu Qingyun was qualified to get a piece of the pie.
Near the entrance to the hall, not far from Chu Qingyun, a fourth-level Martial Artist managed to grab a drop of Primordial Spirit Liquid and tried to use the chaos as cover to escape.
But the mont one of his feet crossed the threshold of the hall, an earthy-yellow hand made of rock suddenly shot up from the ground and clamped around his entire body.
Before he could struggle free, two others were on him in a flash, each landing a palm strike that killed him instantly.
The Primordial Spirit Liquid was also knocked from his grasp, sent flying through the air.
'A perfect opportunity!'
A thought flashed through Chu Qingyun's mind. A vine shot out like lightning, deftly wrapping around the Primordial Spirit Liquid and yanking it back to his side.
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