56: Chapter 56 Instantly Slaying Lu Guan, His Fame Spreads

Ye Xiaoyao heard Lu Guan's threat, but instead of getting angry, he laughed.

"Junior Brother Lu."

His tone was extremely relaxed, sounding as if he were under no pressure at all:

"Don't speak too soon. The match hasn't even started yet; who wins and who loses is not yet certain."

Lu Guan's face darkened. He took a step forward, lowered his voice, and every word was filled with hatred.

"Ye Xiaoyao, that Fire Dragon Talisman in Chen Shi's hand, you gave it to him, didn't you?"

He stared fixedly at Ye Xiaoyao, as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.

"Chen Shi used that Talisman to kill Sharp Mouth and Monkey Cheeks, those two Junior Brothers. You have to take responsibility for this debt!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaoyao understood immediately.

So Chen Shi really did use the Talisman he gave him to take out Lu Guan's two lackeys.

Sharp Mouth and Monkey Cheeks were the two people who had besieged him in the Outer Sect last time.

Satisfying!!

The corners of Ye Xiaoyao's mouth curled slightly, his smile carrying undisguised mockery as he said:

"Junior Brother Lu, that is not right."

He enunciated the words "Junior Brother" with particular emphasis, reminding Lu Guan of the proper etiquette.

"I did indeed give the Talisman to Chen Shi, but I think... it must have been you who ambushed Chen Shi first, and he was forced to fight back, right?"

He paused, then raised his voice so that everyone under the stage could hear.

"What? If Junior Brother Lu feels that I incited Chen Shi to kill, you are welcome to go to the Outer Sect and bring Chen Shi here to confront me face-to-face, how about that?"

Lu Guan's face turned livid.

The facts were indeed as such.

It was they who made the first move; Chen Shi was merely defending himself.

He lacked the moral standing to be bold.

His lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.

Zhang Jiba, who was standing to the side, stepped forward.

This man was simple-minded, but not entirely stupid.

He spoke in a muffled voice:

"Ye Xiaoyao, it was you before who caused me to be played around by Fairy Cao!"

He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

"Since we are standing on this stage today, I, Zhang Jiba... will not show any mercy!"

Ye Xiaoyao looked at him and smiled faintly.

"Then please."

He took half a step back, his left hand behind his back, his right hand extended forward, making a gesture of "please."

"Junior Brother Lu, Junior Brother Zhang, you two, come at me together."

As soon as the words fell, the three moved simultaneously.

Lu Guan attacked first.

He sacrificed a black folding fan; the ribs were pitch black, and the fan surface was painted with blood-colored runes.

The moment the fan unfolded, a cold wind suddenly rose, and several strands of black Qi shot out like venomous snakes, heading straight for Ye Xiaoyao's face.

Zhang Jiba followed closely behind.

He used a giant axe, the axe blade as large as a door panel, its edge gleaming with cold light.

His arm muscles bulged, and he swung the axe in a full arc, bringing with it a whistling wind as he hacked towards Ye Xiaoyao's waist.

One on the left, one on the right; one Yin, one forceful; they cooperated tacitly.

Gasps erupted from under the stage.

"Lu Guan's Yin Wind Fan is a High-Grade Magical Artifact; it is extremely insidious!"

"Zhang Jiba's Mountain-Splitting Axe is also a Mid-Grade Magical Artifact; the force is fierce!"

"The two of them teaming up, Ye Xiaoyao is in danger!"

Ye Xiaoyao was unhurried.

He flipped his right hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

It was the cold frost sword that Liu Yunshuang had used in her early years, one of the top-tier Top-Grade Magical Artifacts, almost invincible in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The sword was three feet long, silvery-white all over, the blade as slender as autumn water, and as thin as a cicada's wing.

The moment the sword appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted, the chill was piercing, and even the air seemed to freeze.

"This is... a Top-Grade Magical Artifact?!"

Someone exclaimed.

Lu Guan and Zhang Jiba changed expressions simultaneously.

High-Grade Magical Artifacts and Top-Grade Magical Artifacts, although they seem to be only one level apart, the power difference is like heaven and earth.

A Top-Grade Magical Artifact is already close to the prototype of a Magic Treasure; if a Foundation Establishment Cultivator can possess one, it is enough to look down on their peers.

Lu Guan cursed inwardly: Where did this useless little white face get a Top-Grade Magical Artifact?!

The Disciples watching under the stage were even more uproarious.

"It's a Top-Grade Magical Artifact! He actually has a Top-Grade Magical Artifact!"

"This aura... is much stronger than ordinary Top-Grade Magical Artifacts!"

"No wonder he dared to take on two people at once!"

Ji Youying's pupils constricted.

As a Core Formation Cultivator, his eyes were sharp; he recognized the grade of the sword at a glance and knew that this sword was incomparably powerful.

He was suspicious in his heart, but on the surface, he shouted coldly:

"Lu Guan, Zhang Jiba, attack together, don't hold back! That is a Top-Grade Magical Artifact!"

On the stage, Ye Xiaoyao had already moved.

He flicked his wrist, and the cold frost sword turned into a silver-white streak, meeting Lu Guan's Yin Wind Fan.

Wherever the sword light passed, the black Qi dissipated like snow meeting the morning sun.

The sword edge collided with the fan ribs, with a crisp "ding" sound; the Yin Wind Fan vibrated violently, and Lu Guan's arm went numb, forcing him to retreat three steps.

At the same time, Ye Xiaoyao stepped on the ground with his left foot, his body turning sideways, narrowly dodging Zhang Jiba's giant axe.

The axe blade grazed his clothing, and the force of the wind caused his cheeks to ache.

But Ye Xiaoyao didn't care at all.

He changed his sword stance from a thrust to a sweep, the sword light falling like moonlight, forcing Zhang Jiba to withdraw his axe to defend.

"Clang!"

Sword and axe collided, sparks flying.

Zhang Jiba felt an ice-cold Sword Qi traveling along the axe handle, freezing his fingers stiff.

He gritted his teeth and desperately channeled his spiritual power to barely withstand it.

The Cultivators watching under the stage were dazzled.

"Too fast!"

"Ye Xiaoyao actually has the upper hand?!"

"Are Top-Grade Magical Artifacts this strong?"

Fu Hongxue stood under the stage, looking at the familiar silver-white long sword in Ye Xiaoyao's hand, realizing in her heart.

The cold frost sword.

The sword Revered Master used in her younger years, having killed countless powerful enemies.

Later, when Revered Master reached Core Formation and started using a Magic Treasure, this sword was put away.

Unexpectedly... it was actually given to Junior Brother.

The corners of Fu Hongxue's mouth curled slightly.

It seems Revered Master cares about this little Disciple more than usual.

The bit of worry in her heart completely dissipated.

With the cold frost sword in hand, Ye Xiaoyao was already in an invincible position.

Sure enough, the situation on the stage soon became clear.

Ye Xiaoyao's swordsmanship was exquisite, and the cold frost sword's power was astonishing.

Every time he thrust his sword, it carried a biting cold, freezing Lu Guan and Zhang Jiba and slowing their movements.

After only a dozen rounds, the two were in a sorry state, having only the power to parry but no strength to fight back.

Lu Guan was covered in sweat, his eyes panicked.

He looked at Ji Youying under the stage, wanting to ask for instructions.

Should he admit defeat?

Ji Youying's face was livid, and he said nothing.

Without his order, Lu Guan dared not admit defeat.

Ye Xiaoyao saw that the two had reached their limit.

He suddenly pulled back, his left hand forming a seal, chanting words in his mouth.

"Binding Technique!"

Several thick vines shot out from the ground, winding around Zhang Jiba like spirit snakes.

Zhang Jiba's movements were clumsy, and he couldn't dodge in time, his legs being firmly bound by the vines.

"Earth Wall Technique!"

Ye Xiaoyao pointed with his right hand, and the ground around Zhang Jiba rose, four earth walls rising from the ground, trapping him in the middle.

With Zhang Jiba trapped, Lu Guan was isolated and helpless.

Ye Xiaoyao patted his Storage Pouch, and a golden Talisman appeared in his palm.

The surface of the Talisman was flowing with light, and there was a faint humming of Sword Qi.

A High-Grade attack Talisman, the Golden Sword Talisman.

Someone under the stage recognized it and exclaimed: "The Golden Sword Talisman! Its power is comparable to a full-strength strike from a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator!"

Ye Xiaoyao poured his spiritual power into the Talisman.

The Talisman shone with golden light, turning into a streak of golden sword light, fast as lightning, shooting straight at Lu Guan's face.

Lu Guan was scared out of his wits, opening his mouth to shout: "I admit —"

Before he could say the word "defeat."

The Golden Sword Talisman had arrived.

"Pfft!!"

A slight sound.

The golden sword light pierced through Lu Guan's forehead, flew out from the back of his head, and brought out a spray of blood.

Lu Guan's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

His lips moved, wanting to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

His body swayed, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Fresh blood gushed from the small hole in his forehead, quickly staining the ground red.

He was dead!!

A fatal blow!!!

The whole place was dead silent.

Even the wind stopped.

Everyone stared blankly at the stage.

Looking at the young Cultivator in green robes holding a sword, looking at the gradually cooling corpse on the ground.

Ye Xiaoyao looked down at Lu Guan's corpse, his heart without any ripples.

Lu Guan had provoked him repeatedly for no reason, bringing Sharp Mouth and Monkey Cheeks to besiege him in the valley.

He deserved to die!

He turned to look at Zhang Jiba, who was trapped in the earth walls.

Zhang Jiba had just used brute force to break the vines and smash the earth walls, and the moment he came out, he saw Lu Guan's corpse.

His face turned pale, his legs went soft, and he fell to his knees on the ground with a "thump."

"Senior Brother Ye! I admit defeat! I admit defeat!"

His voice trembled, and he kowtowed like he was pounding garlic.

"Please spare my life, Senior Brother! Please spare my life!"

Ye Xiaoyao looked at him, smiling but not smiling, and said:

"Oh? Junior Brother Zhang admits defeat?"

"I admit it! I admit it!"

Zhang Jiba nodded repeatedly, not even waiting for Ji Youying's order.

"I admit defeat! Please, Senior Brother, raise your hand high and spare my life!"

Ye Xiaoyao put away the cold frost sword and nodded faintly:

"Since you admit defeat, then so be it."

He turned to the audience under the stage.

His gaze met with Ji Youying's.

Ji Youying's face was so gloomy that water could drip from it, his lips pressed tightly, and his eyes were like knives dipped in poison.

Trash!

He cursed in his heart.

Two against one, and one was still counter-killed.

Truly embarrassing!

But he couldn't act out.

The rules of the match were agreed upon by him personally, life and death were at one's own risk.

Now that Lu Guan was dead, if he picked a fight, it would only be more embarrassing.

Fu Hongxue walked to the edge of the stage, smiled slightly at Ye Xiaoyao, her eyes full of approval.

The Cultivators watching under the stage finally came to their senses.

Gasps and discussions erupted like an explosion.

"Dead?! Lu Guan is dead!"

"A fatal blow with one sword! That Golden Sword Talisman is too terrifying!"

"Junior Brother Ye actually really won! He fought two and even killed one!"

The female Disciples' eyes lit up, staring at the green-robed figure on the stage, their cheeks flushing.

"Junior Brother Ye is so handsome..."

"Yes! Not only is he handsome, but he is also so powerful..."

"If only he could be my Dao Companion, how wonderful that would be..."

The male Cultivators felt complicated.

There was envy, fear, and also lingering fear.

This Ye Xiaoyao rose too fast, his methods were too ruthless, it's better not to provoke him in the future.

Ye Xiaoyao jumped off the competition stage and walked to Fu Hongxue's side.

Fu Hongxue looked him up and down, confirming he wasn't injured, then asked softly: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Ye Xiaoyao responded to Fu Hongxue with a smile, then transmitted his voice to her: "Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister."

He turned his head, looked at Ji Youying, bowed, and said in a very calm tone:

"Saint, the match is over. Junior Brother Lu was not skilled enough and unfortunately passed away. Please, Saint, grieve in moderation."

Ji Youying stared at him for a long while, then suddenly laughed.

The smile was cold, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

"Martial Nephew Ye."

He said word by word: "Good methods, this Saint... will remember it."

After speaking, he turned and left, his black robes fluttering, bringing with him a cold wind.

Zhang Jiba scrambled to follow, not daring to look back.

Ye Xiaoyao watched their retreating figures, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

He knew that Ji Youying would not openly lash out at him for the life of a Foundation Establishment Disciple.

And the reason he dared to confront Ji Youying was naturally because he had the Saintess and Revered Master Liu Yunshuang backing him.

Therefore, his actions were not reckless; after all, as a practitioner of the Dao, sometimes being too forbearing and servile is actually detrimental to the growth of one's state of mind.

Cultivating immortality is all about having a clear and unimpeded train of thought.