Chapter 1118
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“What’s going on?” Qin Muyu exclaimed in astonishment, “It’s at least ten to twenty li away from us, yet the vibration is so intense…” The Qinglong Hall was vast, with numerous palaces, pavilions, and towers stretching for tens of li in all directions.
“Let’s go and see!” Ye Wushuang said.
The group descended the stairs together, heading towards the direction from which the roar was emanating. Along the way, through the misty clouds, they noticed that they were not the only ones; many others were also making their way towards the source of the noise. The terrifying thunderous roars continued to reverberate through the air.
With visibility less than ten paces in the dense fog, they twisted and turned until they arrived in front of a grand martial arena. This arena, measuring a hundred zhang in both length and width, was flanked by towering stone pillars on either side, each over ten zhang tall and thick enough for a person to embrace. At the edge of the arena, a large crowd of martial artists had gathered. At the end of the arena stood a towering palace. Above the palace, radiating brilliant light, lay a dragon’s body over a hundred zhang long, coiled on the roof. Upon closer inspection, it was not a real dragon but one carved from ancient wood, originally emerald green, now appearing lifelike under the golden glow of the tiles, exuding an almost living aura.
The martial artists standing in front of the arena had all stopped in their tracks, their gazes fixed on the interior. Inside the arena, a solitary figure was struggling to move forward, attempting to cross the vast, empty space. However, the stone pillars on either side were emitting an overwhelming pressure, making each step a monumental effort. As the figure ventured deeper, the pillars seemed to connect, unleashing a torrent of thunderous roars and violent winds, striking directly at the person. The earlier roars had been caused by the dark thunderclouds above the arena.
Many of the martial artists who had just arrived raised their eyebrows in confusion. What was happening?
At that moment, another earth-shattering roar erupted. From the dark clouds above the arena, a bolt of lightning resembling a qilin (a mythical creature) shot down towards the solitary figure.
Thud…
This time, the figure could no longer withstand the assault. Its face turned pale, and it spat out a mouthful of blood, its body retreating and tumbling out of the arena.
“Yun Yao!” “Yun Yao!”
Several figures rushed from the side of the arena to catch the fallen person.
“Huh?” Liang Sirui exclaimed in surprise, “It’s Xie Yunyao from the Xie family of Yongzhou.”
Xie Yunyao?
Li Wenqing asked curiously, “From the same family as Xie Xinxin?”
“Yes,” Liang Sirui explained, “The Xie family’s three prodigies: Xie Yunxu, Xie Yunyao, and Xie Xinxin. They are the cream of the younger generation in the Xie family.”
Liang Sirui’s eyes widened as she continued, “Xie Yunyao, who was only at the sixth level of the Myriad Methods when he entered the Forbidden Realm, has now reached the ninth level in the blink of an eye.”
She then looked towards a young man in red, saying, “That’s Xie Yunxu. Among the three, he is probably the strongest.”
Xie Yunxu, dressed in a red robe that made him look quite dashing, was now surrounded by other Xie family members, including Xie Xinxin, all gathered around Xie Yunyao.
“Yunyao, how are you…” Xie Yunyao swallowed a spiritual pill to heal his injuries. After regaining some color in his face, he shook his head and said, “This arena is filled with overwhelming pressure and attacks. It’s nearly impossible for one person to cross it.”
“The attacks within the arena are too strong for a single person to withstand. We need to join forces,” he added.
Upon hearing this, many people around them exchanged complex glances. Xie Yunxu’s eyes flickered towards the palace behind the arena, revealing a hint of hesitation.
Ye Wushuang, Qin Muyu, Li Wenqing, and Liang Sirui also observed the groups of people at the entrance of the arena. In addition to the Xie family from Yongzhou, the Shi family from Yongzhou also had two individuals leading more than a dozen disciples, all frowning as they stared at the arena.
“Shi Guangren!” “Shi Guangyi!”
Liang Sirui, acting as the voice of Yuan Tianzong, explained, “These two are even more formidable than Shi Wenbo…” She mentioned them specifically because she knew Ye Wushuang had killed Shi Wenbo.
Liang Sirui continued to scan the surroundings.
“Huh!”
Suddenly, she leaned closer to Ye Wushuang and whispered, “Several members of the Chao family from the Great Dynasty have arrived…”
Chao Tianque had also been killed by Ye Wushuang. If the Chao family members saw Ye Wushuang, they might very well attack.
Previously, Chao Wensheng had been alone and perhaps lacked the confidence to defeat Ye Wushuang, which was why he hadn’t acted. But now…
“Besides Chao Wensheng, the two women, Chao Yun’er and Chao Hongye, are also formidable,” Liang Sirui added.
The group turned their attention to the two women. Chao Yun’er appeared to be in her late teens, with a slender and agile figure. Chao Hongye, on the other hand, seemed to be in her early twenties, with a fuller and graceful figure.
Liang Sirui then pointed to another group.
“Wang Pengfei!”
Wang Pengfei had also arrived outside the Qinglong Hall earlier, but he hadn’t made a move against Ye Wushuang. Although both he and Ke Liangjing were from the Silver Moon Alliance, and Ke Liangjing had been killed by Ye Wushuang, Wang Pengfei didn’t seem to have any intention of seeking revenge.
“Be wary of the man beside Wang Pengfei,” Liang Sirui warned seriously. “His name is Cao Wenbin, another top talent from the Silver Moon Alliance.”
As she spoke, Liang Sirui couldn’t help but feel a sense of helplessness. Ye Wushuang had obtained the Undying Fusang Tree. If anything happened to him, she might not get a single Undying Fusang Fruit. Yet, Ye Wushuang had a knack for attracting trouble.
Everywhere she looked, there were potential enemies who might target Ye Wushuang.
