Chapter 91 Park Tao's Provocation

"Brother Ye, let me introduce you," Prince Qi Yong said with a smile, pointing at the demon youth draped in blood-red feathers. "This is Prince Cao Fen from the Feather God Dynasty. He is the Thirteenth Prince of the Blood Feather Vulture clan, and his cultivation is unfathomable."

The demon youth named Prince Cao Fen merely glanced at Ye Haocheng indifferently. His eyes betrayed a beast-like contempt and arrogance. He let out a cold snort as a greeting, not even bothering to raise his cup.

Ye Haocheng did not mind this at all and continued to raise his own cup for a sip.

However, the tree desired stillness, but the wind would not cease.

Just then, a youth in brocade robes with a sinister expression, sitting not far opposite them, suddenly stood up. He stared at Ye Haocheng with cold, gloomy eyes, the corners of his mouth curling into an undisguised sneer.

"Your Highness, the Third Prince, I admire your hospitality. However, having some unclean things mixed into this gathering is rather a mood killer, isn't it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the lively bluestone platform fell silent instantly. Everyone caught the scent of gunpowder in the words, stopped talking, and looked on with expressions of anticipation for a good show.

The person speaking was none other than Pu Tao!

Ye Haocheng acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He remained calm, toying with the jade cup in his hand without even lifting his eyelids.

Seeing Ye Haocheng ignore him, the anger in Pu Tao's heart flared even more. He pointed at Ye Haocheng, his voice rising a few notches: "Ye Haocheng! Don't play deaf and dumb! As a citizen of the Great Chu Dynasty, you have committed treason and betrayed the dynasty. You are a traitorous remnant that everyone has the right to execute! What right does a disloyal and unfilial person like you have to sit with us geniuses from righteous sects? It's simply an eyesore!"

This rebuke was extremely harsh, directly nailing Ye Haocheng to the pillar of moral shame.

Many of the geniuses present heard this, and their gazes toward Ye Haocheng carried a hint of disdain. In this world, although strength is respected, the concepts of "loyalty and righteousness" remain the mainstream values. Betraying the dynasty is indeed a great taboo.

At the head of the table, Prince Qi Yong held his wine cup, a playful smile on his lips, showing no intention of stopping Pu Tao.

As a prince of the Great Yue Dynasty, he was happy to see the internal conflicts of the Great Chu Dynasty intensify. He wanted to use Pu Tao as a "blade" to test the depth of Ye Haocheng's strength.

Faced with Pu Tao's aggressive stance, Ye Haocheng finally made a move. He gently blew away the tea leaves floating in his cup, his tone as indifferent as water: "Whether I am a traitor or not, the Great Chu Imperial Family knows well enough. As for whether I have the qualifications to sit here... it doesn't seem to be up to a barking dog like you to judge."

"You!" Pu Tao's face instantly turned the color of pig liver. "Who are you calling a dog?!"

"Whoever is barking, that is who it is," Ye Haocheng replied nonchalantly.

"Pfft—" Just then, an ill-timed snicker rang out.

Bai Ze was seen munching on a spirit fruit, legs crossed, speaking lazily: "Oh my, Brother Pu, why must you do this? Wasn't your face swollen enough from being slapped last time? Why are you like a piece of dog-skin plaster, insisting on sticking to people and biting them? Is your skin itching again? How about we go down and spar right now? I can help you loosen your bones."

These words from Bai Ze were a blatant slap in the face.

Upon hearing this, Pu Tao's face instantly darkened, so much so that water could drip from it. He glanced at Bai Ze with apprehension and gritted his teeth: "Bai Ze! Don't be too arrogant! I know the First Prince of the Great Chu Dynasty stands behind you, but this is the Sword Burial Mound Sect, not the Great Chu Dynasty capital! This Ye Haocheng is a wanted criminal of the entire Great Chu Dynasty. Are you not afraid of bringing trouble to the First Prince by defending a rebel like this?"

After saying this, he ignored Bai Ze and aimed his spearhead at Ye Haocheng again. His venomous gaze swept over Leng Yi behind Ye Haocheng, and he sneered: "Ye Haocheng, besides having a sharp tongue, what else can you do? Isn't it just relying on the expert protecting you by your side? Without this expert's protection, what are you? You would have probably been trampled to death like a dead dog long ago! If you are sensible, get out of here quickly and stop making a fool of yourself!"

Pu Tao's words were extremely mean, pointing directly at Ye Haocheng's weak spot. In his view, Ye Haocheng was just a lucky person who had just broken through to the Martial King Realm, and the only reason he survived until now was entirely thanks to the cold-faced guard by his side.

When these words were said, many people in the arena nodded slightly. Indeed, the cultivation world values one's own strength. If one only knows how to use the power of others, one will never achieve greatness.

"Clack." With a crisp sound, Ye Haocheng gently placed the teacup in his hand onto the jade table.

He slowly stood up, his green robe fluttering in the wind. He was not angry; his eyes remained as calm as an unfathomably deep ancient well, but beneath this calmness, a raging storm seemed to be brewing.

He looked at Pu Tao and said indifferently: "Since you think I am not qualified to sit here, and think I only know how to bully others with the power of others..."

Ye Haocheng paused slightly, then stepped down from the platform. With every step he took, his aura grew stronger. "Then why not try it yourself and see if you can make me get lost."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place was in an uproar! The geniuses present had their expressions change instantly, and the playfulness on their faces became even stronger. They did not expect that, faced with Pu Tao's provocation, this Ye Haocheng would actually dare to stand up and accept the challenge!

One must know that Pu Tao's strength was genuinely at the peak of the Sixth Heaven of the Martial King Realm. He was a leading figure of the younger generation of the Sword Valley Sect and certainly no mediocre person.

Ye Haocheng had just broken through to the Martial King Realm not long ago, and the gap in cultivation was right there. Without his guard stepping in, what right did he have to challenge Pu Tao?

Was this an impulse after being provoked, or was it absolute confidence?

The interest in Prince Qi Yong's eyes grew even stronger. He put down his wine cup and leaned forward slightly, as if he did not want to miss any details of what was to come.

The demon youth named Prince Cao Fen also finally looked directly at Ye Haocheng, his mouth curling into a bloodthirsty arc.

Pu Tao was also slightly stunned; clearly, he had not expected Ye Haocheng to be so straightforward. Immediately, he reacted, and a hideous and ecstatic smile appeared on his face.

"Hahahaha! Good! Good! Good!" Pu Tao said the word "good" three times, his eyes revealing fierce light. "This is you seeking your own death, so don't blame me for being ruthless! Today, I will clean up this disgrace for the Great Chu Dynasty!"

He was worried about not having a chance to kill Ye Haocheng without the guard interfering; he didn't expect the other party to be stupid enough to deliver himself to his door!

Fearing that Ye Haocheng might change his mind, Pu Tao suddenly turned his head to look at a man in a long robe sitting next to Prince Qi Yong who had been silent all along. This man had a cold expression, held an ancient sword in his arms, and his sword intent was hidden but not released. He was none other than Saint Son Wang Shan of the Sword Burial Mound Sect.

"Brother Wang Shan, today at the Guanjian Peak grand gathering, I would like to spar with this Ye Haocheng to add to the fun of the wine. May I ask if you could accommodate this?" Pu Tao asked with cupped hands. Although his words were a request, the killing intent in his eyes could not be concealed.

Saint Son Wang Shan slowly lifted his eyelids, swept a glance at the two of them with an indifferent gaze, and then chuckled. His tone was as casual as if he were talking about a trivial matter: "Since both of you have such elegant interest, my Sword Burial Mound Sect is naturally happy to see it happen. There is a martial arts arena below this Guanjian Peak, as everyone can see."

Having said this, Saint Son Wang Shan's mouth curled slightly, and he added: "Swords have no eyes; when cultivators spar, life and death are left to fate. Regardless of the outcome, my Sword Burial Mound Sect will not interfere."

This sentence was equivalent to signing a life-and-death contract!

"Many thanks, Brother Wang Shan, for your fulfillment!" Pu Tao was overjoyed. With these words from the Saint Son of the Sword Burial Mound Sect, even if he accidentally killed Ye Haocheng later, that Leng Yi would not dare to act recklessly on the territory of the Sword Burial Mound Sect!

"Ye Haocheng, come and meet your death!" Pu Tao shouted sharply. His figure was like a giant roc spreading its wings, and he instantly leaped off the bluestone platform, landing on the open ground below.

"Boom!" The moment he landed, his aura erupted without reservation. The spiritual power fluctuations of the peak of the Sixth Heaven of the Martial King Realm swept through the surroundings like a tidal wave, blowing the surrounding vegetation until they all snapped.

He flipped his palm, and a long sword with chilling light appeared in his hand. The tip pointed directly at Ye Haocheng on the bluestone platform, his face full of cruelty and pleasure.

"Today, I will let you know what a true genius is, and what an insurmountable gap is!"

Ye Haocheng stood on the platform, looking down at the clamoring Pu Tao, his expression still calm and unruffled.

He didn't say much, just tapped his toes lightly, and his whole body floated down like a light falling leaf.

Watching Ye Haocheng's figure, Leng Yi's fingers moved slightly, but in the end, he held back. Because before Ye Haocheng went down, he saw a glimmer of absolute confidence in his master's eyes.

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill your wish." Ye Haocheng landed, stood with his hands behind his back, his voice clear and cold, echoing over the vast mountain peak.