Chapter 216: Who Comes to Die

Chapter 216: Chapter 216: Who Comes to Die

Yi Xiaoyao’s words left Shangguan Jingyun and the others completely stunned. They wondered if they had misheard him.

It wasn’t just Shangguan Jingyun’s group; everyone present wore expressions of bewilderment and utter disbelief.

"Has this Yi Xiaoyao gone mad?"

"He could have easily killed Shangguan Jingyun and the others, but now he’s actually giving up that advantage to let them try and kill him!"

"What’s more, Yi Xiaoyao’s Cultivation is far weaker than Shangguan Jingyun’s group, and he’s subjecting himself to an unfair series of one-on-one battles. It looks like he really has gone insane."

The crowd below was in an uproar. Everyone shook their heads in confusion, muttering about how foolish and crazy Yi Xiaoyao was...

To them, it seemed Yi Xiaoyao wasn’t just giving his opponents a glimmer of hope; he was actively seeking his own death.

"What on earth is that kid up to?"

High in the sky far away, the King of Shang, who had been watching the scene unfold, let out a low snarl. Just moments ago, he had been delighted that Yi Xiaoyao held the absolute advantage, but now he was filled with immense dissatisfaction and rage.

"And to think I held that kid in such high regard. I never expected him to be so foolish. How could someone like that ever amount to anything? I’m starting to wonder if we should even bother saving him," the old man behind the King of Shang said with a frown.

Over with the Black Robe Hall Master, Elder Xing at his side was also frowning deeply.

"Hmph! That kid is incorrigibly foolish. Even if I can save him this time, what happens if he pulls a stunt like this again? Am I supposed to save him a second time?" Elder Xing said, glancing at the Black Robe Hall Master.

The Black Robe Hall Master seemed lost in thought before letting out a wry smile. "I don’t think Xiaoyao is being crazy or foolish, as everyone seems to believe. He must have his reasons for doing this."

"What reasons could he possibly have?" Elder Xing snorted in disbelief.

"From the look of things, the boy has complete confidence in his own strength."

The corners of the Black Robe Hall Master’s mouth curved up slightly. "Knowing Xiaoyao, if I’m not mistaken, he wants to personally use his sword to slaughter the people of the Cloud Transformation Sect, one strike at a time!"

To personally use his sword, one strike at a time, to slaughter the Cloud Transformation Sect!

The Black Robe Hall Master wasn’t wrong. That was precisely Yi Xiaoyao’s plan, one he had decided on several days ago.

Furthermore, there was another, very important reason: the Cloud Transformation Sect’s hidden reserves had yet to appear. Yi Xiaoyao couldn’t afford to casually deploy these nine puppets, as they were his greatest trump card.

Meanwhile, Shangguan Jingyun and his men finally processed what was happening. They exchanged glances, then burst into roaring laughter.

"Yi Xiaoyao, your arrogance knows no bounds! How dare you look down on us like this? To think you can kill us all, one by one? Absolutely ridiculous!"

Although Shangguan Jingyun was angered by Yi Xiaoyao’s contempt, he felt an even greater sense of secret glee. He never imagined Yi Xiaoyao would actually give them such a golden opportunity.

"You think I’m ridiculous? So, does that mean you don’t want to play this game with me?"

As he spoke, Yi Xiaoyao deliberately gestured to the nine Copper Body Puppets around them. "In that case," he said, "let’s just end this."

"Wait!" "Stop!" "Hold on!"

The expressions of Shangguan Jingyun and the others changed drastically. They all scrambled to hold out their hands toward Yi Xiaoyao to stop him, cold sweat once again beading on their foreheads.

Then, fearing Yi Xiaoyao would go back on his word, Shangguan Jingyun quickly said, "Since you wish to fight us one by one, we will grant you your wish!"

"Good. Which of you wants to be the first to die?"

Yi Xiaoyao scoffed, stepping back and provocatively beckoning to the seven of them with his finger.

The faces of the seven men twitched. They were the dignified Sect Leader and elders of the number one sect, yet they had been repeatedly humiliated by a junior from an enemy faction. They were already at their limit, and now, being shamed in front of so many people, one of them—a pockmarked man—immediately stepped forward.

"I’ll kill you!"

The pockmarked man roared, drew the longsword from his back, and shot through the air toward Yi Xiaoyao.

Yi Xiaoyao watched him approach, his expression unchanging, save for the cold smirk that touched the corners of his lips.

’It seems the people from the Cloud Transformation Sect don’t know that I defeated Bo Yuanhong a few days ago. Otherwise, how could this fourth-level Nascent Soul Realm cultivator possibly have the guts to challenge me?’

’But on second thought, it makes sense. Bo Yuanhong is the Patriarch of the Bo Family. The fact that a fifth-level Nascent Soul Realm cultivator like him was defeated and had an arm severed by me is a disgrace to the Bo Family. Naturally, they wouldn’t publicize it.’

In the next instant, the fourth-level Nascent Soul Realm cultivator was less than a hundred yards from Yi Xiaoyao. His longsword slashed out, sending terrifying beams of sword light whistling through the air as they sliced toward Yi Xiaoyao.

"I don’t need a sword to kill you."

Yi Xiaoyao grinned as raging Flames erupted over his arms. Before the words had even left his mouth, he had already thrown countless punches.

He was channeling the speed of his Instant Kill Sword technique into his punches. His fists moved like Illusions, each one blasting out a massive Fire Fist. Every Fire Fist shot out along the exact same trajectory, one after another, overlapping to form a continuous, fiery dragon.

This barrage of Fire Fists hammered down on the pockmarked man’s sword light, one after another, without pause.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

With just three thunderous explosions, a mere three Flaming Giant Fists completely shattered the pockmarked man’s sword light.

And then, BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM...

The countless Fire Fists that followed slammed into the pockmarked man, his face now a mask of terror.

At first, he was able to react, swinging his sword to resist the onslaught. But after just a moment, his longsword was blasted into fragments by the Fire Fists. His body was completely engulfed in the flames, carried along by the stream of attacks as it shot forward and blasted a tall Cloud Transformation Sect building into rubble.

The first battle: the Cloud Transformation Sect’s first Nascent Soul Realm expert, obliterated without a trace!

The crowd below fell silent, utterly stunned by the way Yi Xiaoyao had just annihilated his opponent. A fourth-level Nascent Soul Realm expert had died without even touching him?

Everyone knew that Yi Xiaoyao was a Sword Cultivator, yet he hadn’t even drawn his sword. He had simply used countless Fire Fists to dominate and kill an opponent with a higher Cultivation than his own. Clearly, he hadn’t even used his full strength!

Just then, a cold voice cut through the silence.

"Next! Who wants to die?"

As his grim, reaper-like voice echoed, Yi Xiaoyao’s gaze swept over Shangguan Jingyun and the others. He wore a smile, but it was laced with Killing Intent.

Shangguan Jingyun was both shocked and furious. For a Nascent Soul Realm elder of the Cloud Transformation Sect to die so easily at Yi Xiaoyao’s hands was an utter disgrace.

"Yi Xiaoyao! This time, I’ll kill you myself!"

Shangguan Jingyun’s eyes turned cold as he stepped forward.

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