Chapter 2322 - 2318: Crippled

Chapter 2322: Chapter 2318: Crippled

When Dongfang Zhi said, "I haven’t seen that Heavenly Talent of the Eight Palaces."

And when Xue Bai and Heu Youu added, "He’s just a wicked thief falsely claiming that name."

The expressions and gazes of everyone present suddenly turned inexplicably mocking, with a hint of anticipation.

That Heavenly Talent of the Eight Palaces, Xiao Yi, who stole all the limelight a year and a half ago and whose brilliance is still hard to hide even now—if he were to be forcibly kicked out of the Dongfang Family under these circumstances, what kind of spectacle would that be?

Such an arrogant and outstanding monster, swept out like ’trash’—what kind of face would he show?

This is the Dongfang Family, where experts gather. Would Xiao Yi still dare to resist or cause trouble?

And right now, it’s the Second Miss of the Dongfang Family who personally said those words, and even Xue Bai Heu Youu, who often roams outside the Central Region, has denied Xiao Yi’s identity.

Just that alone is enough reason for the Dongfang Family Martial Artists to throw Xiao Yi out.

Even if it isn’t true, will anyone really hold it against Dongfang Zhi, the Second Miss, afterward? At worst it’s just kicking someone out due to a ’misunderstanding’, without actually dealing a heavy blow to Xiao Yi, that Heavenly Talent of the Eight Palaces.

Of course, in everyone’s eyes, would someone as cold and proud as Xiao Yi, who got thrown out in such ’disgrace’, still have the face to come back and argue?

In everyone’s hearts, a trace of expectation and mockery arose uncontrollably.

Only on the right-hand seats, a sword-browed, star-eyed man tilted his head and muttered suspiciously, "Isn’t that little thief Xiao Yi? How are Dongfang Zhi and those idiots Heu Youu spouting such blatant nonsense?"

The one speaking was Murong Lingyun.

Where Murong Lingyun is, Su Cheng must be.

Su Cheng glanced sideways at Murong Lingyun. "What the hell do you know? Shut up."

The eyes of all the Heavenly Talents and monsters were still gathered on Xiao Yi.

When several Dongfang Family Martial Artists appeared out of nowhere and immediately surrounded Xiao Yi, the mockery in everyone’s eyes reached its peak in an instant.

Yet what they had been waiting for turned out to be just two cold words spilled from Xiao Yi’s lips: "Kill them."

Before anyone could react, several strands of Ice Storm Sword Energy had already torn those Dongfang Family Martial Artists into pieces.

Xia Yiming withdrew his hand, stepped onto the corpses, his face cold and hard, as if he hadn’t just killed people, only casually crushed a few ants.

"You dare kill people in my Dongfang Family?" Once Dongfang Zhi came back to her senses, what first surfaced was disbelief and fury.

The very next instant, her expression changed.

Instinct told her that Xiao Yi’s madness was far from ending here.

Before the words "ten breaths" could fall from Xiao Yi’s mouth—

"This is bad, Youh, run!" Dongfang Zhi cried out, forming a hand seal in her palm.

Mo Youh’s figure flickered once and vanished from where he stood, nowhere to be seen.

Almost at the very moment Mo Youh disappeared, the oppressive killing intent filling the Martial Arts Hall suddenly dissipated without a trace.

Xiao Yi’s face, which had been cold as Cold Frost, returned to simple indifference.

Seeing this, Dongfang Zhi let out a breath and was secretly terrified as well. So they really had angered this man before them; to face his icy gaze head-on was such a terrifying feeling.

For a moment, Dongfang Zhi clearly felt that even though she was the Second Miss of the Dongfang Family, standing within the Dongfang Family itself, she still felt no safety at all, as if she was exposed in freezing wind and snow.

Step...

Xiao Yi’s foot moved forward, stepping closer as he stared straight at Dongfang Zhi.

Dongfang Zhi’s complexion changed; she unconsciously backed up a step, her voice trembling slightly. "You... what are you trying to do?"

Xiao Yi said nothing, only stared.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and said mildly, "Nothing. I was just wondering whether there’s any grudge between you and me."

"None at all," Dongfang Zhi replied quickly. "No old grudge, no recent hatred."

"Seems so." Xiao Yi nodded, stepped back, and turned to leave.

After walking two steps, he paused, turned his head, and looked at Heu Youu and Xue Bai.

"Xiao Yi, what are you looking at us for?" Heu Youu and Xue Bai forced themselves to act calm and barked back.

Xiao Yi’s gaze remained indifferent on the two of them. "Normally, when you idiots babble nonsense about me, I can’t be bothered to respond."

"I’ve no reason to fuss over things with a bunch of fools like you."

"But..." A flash of killing intent swept through Xiao Yi’s eyes. "Your words just now truly disgusted me."

"Abolish them."

Two icy words left Xiao Yi’s mouth.

"Yes." Xia Yiming answered and struck instantly.

When it comes to Xiao Yi’s orders, Xia Yiming never hesitates in the slightest.

"Y-you... don’t do anything crazy..." Xue Bai and Heu Youu’s faces changed dramatically.

Before the two finished speaking, a flurry of wind and snow had already bloomed before them, and Xia Yiming’s figure vanished on the spot.

"Pff." Heu Youu spat a mouthful of bloody foam, half-kneeling on the ground, his face deathly pale. "Y-you abolished my Qi Spring and Small World?"

Within that flurry of wind and snow, every snowflake was filled with Cold Sword Qi.

Bang...

Xue Bai’s figure was originally turned into a Blood Pool, but even that could not withstand the encasing storm.

With a thunderous boom, Xue Bai’s figure was blasted away.

By the time he crashed to the ground, all trace of Cultivation in his body was gone, his body covered in bloody gashes.

"Palace Master." After everything was done, the wind and snow dispersed, and Xia Yiming reappeared at Xiao Yi’s side, bowing, awaiting orders.

"Let’s go." Xiao Yi said coolly, turning to leave.

"I thought I’d run into a few old friends here."

"Turns out there weren’t any old friends to be seen, just a crowd of idiots."

On the right-hand seats, Su Cheng chuckled. "Do the two of us not count?"

Xiao Yi glanced over. "Half."

As his words fell, Xiao Yi had already left the Martial Arts Hall, with Xia Yiming following close behind.

...

Outside the Martial Arts Hall.

Xiao Yi walked idly.

Xia Yiming said in a low voice, "Palace Master, that little girl just now?"

"Though she was shifted away by a Space Dao, Yiming is confident he can catch up and take her life."

"No need." Xiao Yi shook his head.

Xia Yiming asked doubtfully, "Palace Master won’t kill her?"

Xiao Yi shook his head. "Too weak."

"Whether she dies or not makes no difference."

"I just don’t want to see that face that irritates me, don’t want to hear that grating voice buzzing in my ears."

Not long after they left the Martial Arts Hall.

Dongfang Yingyun came to find the two of them.

"Master Xiao Yi, little friend Yiming," Dongfang Yingyun said, "the guest rooms are ready."

"However, it seems the two of you had some unpleasantness over at the Martial Arts Hall."

As the Dongfang Family’s Manager, Dongfang Yingyun could naturally learn of anything happening here in a short time.

Xiao Yi shook his head lightly, saying nothing.

"I’ve let Master Xiao Yi down," Dongfang Yingyun cupped his hands. "Please, follow this old man."

With that, Dongfang Yingyun took the lead up ahead.

Xiao Yi looked at Dongfang Yingyun with slight surprise.

From beginning to end, he had not seen a trace of reverence in Dongfang Yingyun, but also not the slightest servility.

All his words had been extremely ordinary.

Even in conversation, his tone was ordinary to the extreme, as if he really were just a Manager handling miscellaneous affairs.

This feeling, Xiao Yi himself didn’t quite know how to describe.

Perhaps it could only be summed up with two words: ’self-held’—the self-possession of a strong man.

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