"Cough, cough."
Shen Shaoyang climbed up, coughing up blood as he fiercely glared at Chen Yang with gloomy eyes, erupting in anger, "You, you dare strike ? Our Southern Dipper Academy is not Biluo Sword Valley."
"Kill without hesitation."
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the entire area was engulfed in swirling sand.
The yellowish dust rose and fell, sweeping relentlessly.
Chen Yang, in his plain linen clothes, took a few steps forward, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, grabbed the blood-drenched Shen Shaoyang, who had just stabilized himself, with one hand.
His speed was as swift as thunder, so much so that not only Shen Shaoyang had no power to retaliate, but even Shen Lian, standing by, couldn't stop him.
At this mont, a strong wind howled.
The rain showed no sign of easing.
There was a man, clutching another person with one hand and keeping the other behind him, like a War God descending, his imposing figure unmatched.
Even with Shen Lian and hundreds from Southern Dipper Academy at the side, he remained unperturbed, immovable.
Above and below, I alone reign supre.
This scene.
Made Shen Lian, who clenched his fists tightly, break out in cold sweat.
His strength was barely on par with Gu Li, knowing that Gu Li had already been slain by the opponent, he bore imnse psychological pressure, not daring to act rashly.
"You..."
Shen Shaoyang was as silent as a cicada in cold weather, struggling for a while, just about to say sothing when a crisp cracking sound suddenly exploded from his throat.
"This..."
The entire scene was plunged into a total silence.
However, this stillness did not last long. As Chen Yang unsheathed his sword, the stagnant atmosphere on the field was abruptly torn apart.
Like a War God wielding a sword, suppressing the entire universe.
Sss, sss.
The sound of gasping for breath arose one after another, this young man's actions were indeed swift and ruthless.
"Now that you've killed soone, is it enough?"
As the leader of Southern Dipper Academy, Shen Lian couldn't just look away. With deep eyes, he stared at Chen Yang and said.
In his eyes was anger, frustration, unwillingness, but above all, caution. It was precisely because of his caution towards this young man that he had to downplay the matter.
After all, Biluo Sword Valley served as a prior lesson.
So, he hoped that Shen Shaoyang's death would be the end, without further ado, so that the storm would subside.
And the rest of Southern Dipper Academy's mbers were all in awe, completely subdued by Chen Yang's formidable ans.
A young man, with just a wave of his hand, could suppress a region, and even Southern Dipper Academy's Elders did not dare to be disrespectful.
Just how strong is this Chen Yang?
"Chen Yang, is it enough?"
As everyone felt their scalps tingle, silent like cicadas in cold weather, Shen Lian asked again.
"Our Southern Dipper Academy is ultimately incomparable to Biluo Sword Valley, let's call it even, both sides take a step back!"
These words were reasonable, but Shen Lian only received a casual retort from Chen Yang, "Are you teaching how to handle things?"
Beep!!
In an instant.
The scene felt as though it had entered a severe winter day, even the air temperature plumted suddenly.
Countless people from the Southern Dipper Academy noticed frost covering their eyelashes, and each breath exhaled was a misty white.
It was killing intent.
The thick, tangible killing intent made everyone's hearts race and their bodies shiver.
Despite usually being calm and steady, even Shen Lian was moved, the muscles at the corner of his mouth trembled uncontrollably.
Subsequently, he slowly drew his battle knife.
"Then fight!"
This was a choice made out of absolute necessity, his gloomy expression vanished, replaced by a high-spirited battle stance.
Either die.
Or fight desperately, creating a glimr of survival.
Bang!
A loud roar exploded under the sky.
Massive torrents of rain surged upward, swirling into the air, then exploded into clouds of mist covering the sky.
The white mist lood, blocking out the sun.
Shen Lian angrily unleashed a strike, instantly, winds and clouds trembled, and the overwhelming sound waves lifted torrents of rain, seemingly splitting the entire void.
However, Chen Yang clenched his five fingers together, swung his sword, and infinite sparks flared; the relatively narrow blade swept the Southern Dipper Academy's elder with man and horse, knocking them seven or eight ters away.
Quick and clean action, decisive strike, without a hint of hesitation.
"They can't withstand even a single move?"
This shocking scene cast a deep shadow over everyone from the Southern Dipper Academy present.
How could this person be so mighty?
Shen Lian stiffly climbed up, covering his chest with a fractured bone, staring at Chen Yang with a face full of awe.
"The only reason I'm not killing you is because Shen Shaotian is my friend."
With a sheathed sword, the figure gradually drifted away, leaving behind an ethereal sentence echoing in the field, "Rember, the Red Lotus Valley is not to be bullied by just anyone."
Shen Lian left with a face of relief and utter defeat.
The sumr began that year.
Heavy rain.
A piece of news originating from Red Lotus Valley shook the entire southern territory of Yuning Mountain.
Biluo Sword Valley sent over a thousand elites to besiege Red Lotus Valley, ultimately being wiped out completely, leaving no survivors.
Following closely, Shen Shaoyang from Southern Dipper Academy was slain, while Elder Shen Lian returned with severe injuries.
As for the reason, Shen Lian remained tight-lipped, saying not a word.
Facts were unclear, leading to swirling rumors.
Everyone knew that the long-weakened Red Lotus Valley only had Liu Changzheng, a Divine Conquest, yet now it counterattacked and defeated two major factions' Martial Guard one after another. How inconceivable is that?
As a result, people had to connect this matter with Gu Zhong's abrupt death.
Thinking about it was truly terrifying.
Perhaps, behind the seemingly feeble Red Lotus Valley, lay a top-level powerhouse with overwhelming strength.
The entire southern region was rife with smoke and chaos.
Every major force, family, was in upheaval.
A cacophony of voices, rising to the skies.
The first to bear the brunt was undoubtedly Biluo Sword Valley.
No one could have imagined that after Gu Zhong was slain, that team of a thousand led by Gu Li was annihilated in Red Lotus Valley.
Yet, Biluo Sword Valley didn't make any statent about it, only releasing a ssage, announcing a funeral for Gu Zhong in three days.
For a mont, a storm was looming.
Everyone knew that this matter was far from over, more severe issues still lay ahead.
The progress of the situation was eagerly anticipated by countless people.
anwhile, in a tavern in Shisu Town.
Gu Zhiqing, dressed in a green robe, sat alone at a window seat in the hall, a slight smile on her slightly pale face, staring at the dark sky outside, murmuring to herself, "You are no ordinary person, how could I, Gu Zhiqing, ever be a match for you."
"Cough, cough."
After speaking, a sudden bout of violent coughing erupted, staining the silk handkerchief with streaks of blood.
She only knew that she had the Extre Yin Body, but she wasn't aware that, if she were to lose this constitution without tily strengthening of her foundation, her health would deteriorate, ultimately leading to a collapse of her core.
Already, with injuries unhealed, she had been severely weakened, with her strength reduced to less than a tenth.
"I hope, in the future, I can still hear news about you." Gu Zhiqing said with a smile.
"..."
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