Chapter 283

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Shang Tianque’s expression froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. Facing Ye Wushuang’s punch head-on, he clenched his palm tightly, unleashing a burst of spiritual energy from within. With a fierce swing, he thrust his fist directly at Ye Wushuang.

*Boom…*

A deep, resonant sound of impact echoed through the air.

But in the next instant, Shang Tianque realized that the power radiating from Ye Wushuang, who stood before him, was far beyond that of a mere first-tier Condensation Meridian cultivator. It was almost on par with that of a third-tier cultivator.

In that fleeting moment, Shang Tianque felt the force of Ye Wushuang’s punch surge into his palm, shattering his bones instantly.

*Crack… crack… crack…*

Suddenly, his entire arm exploded into a cloud of shattered fragments.

*”Ahh…!”*

A blood-curdling scream pierced the air.

Shang Tianque clutched his shoulder with his other hand, his face pale and twisted in agony. He glared at Ye Wushuang and roared, “You bastard! Do you have a death wish? Do you know who I am?”

“Who you are? I couldn’t care less…”

Ye Wushuang replied with a smile, “My friend offended you, and I’m willing to compensate you with spiritual stones. But if you hit someone, you should expect the same in return. It’s only fair, isn’t it?”

“You…”

Before Shang Tianque could finish his sentence, Ye Wushuang had already lunged forward again. With incredible speed, he grabbed Shang Tianque’s other arm, lifted it up, and kicked out with a powerful blow.

*Boom…*

Shang Tianque couldn’t even speak. He was sent crashing to the ground with a punch to his abdomen.

At this moment, Ye Wushuang grabbed Shang Tianque’s arm and stepped on his back, smiling and saying, “Apologize.”

Ye Wushuang’s actions were decisive and ruthless. Shang Tianque had no means to resist. Lying face down on the ground, his mouth filled with blood, he roared, “Make me apologize? You’re dreaming!”

Ye Wushuang’s smile widened, and he pressed down harder with his foot. The sound of cracking bones filled the air.

Shang Tianque’s spine groaned under the pressure, his face turning ashen as he screamed in pain.

“I apologize, I apologize…”

Shang Tianque turned to the father and son, Qing Zhonghao and Qing Chengtian, and immediately said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t want the spiritual stones anymore, I don’t want them.”

At this moment, Ye Wushuang summoned the hundred-thousand spiritual stone voucher with a wave of his hand, and it returned to his grasp.

“It was your choice. I didn’t force you.”

At this moment, Shang Tianque’s heart was filled with rage, ready to burst.

Who on earth was this person?

How dare he treat a descendant of the Shang clan so openly in public? Did he not know the meaning of the word “death”?

“Oh, right,” Ye Wushuang said with a smile, “My name is Ye Wushuang. I’m also a new student entering the academy this time. If you want revenge, come anytime.”

As he spoke, Ye Wushuang crouched down, looking at Shang Tianque and sneering, “I heard that after the registration ends, there will be a one-month trial for the new students on Lingyun Mountain. There are more than just you from the Shang clan who have been admitted to Qingyun Academy, right?”

“Don’t forget to use your connections to have them come and kill me.”

Looking at Ye Wushuang’s smile, so close and menacing, Shang Tianque felt a chill run down his spine.

Who on earth was this guy?

“What’s going on? What’s happening?”

At that moment, a group of people emerged from the academy’s main gate.

The leaders among them were dressed in the robes of Qingyun Academy’s mentors.

The man at the head, slightly lean in build, furrowed his brows deeply, clearly displeased by the situation before him.

Shang Tianque, who had been helped up by his companions with one arm shattered, saw the leader and immediately brightened.

“Teacher Chu!”

Shang Tianque hurried to the mentor’s side and said viciously, “This fellow Ye Wushuang and I are both new students at Qingyun Academy, here to register. But because of a quarrel, he actually broke one of my arms. Please, Teacher, do something about this!”

“Oh? Is that so?”

The leading mentor, Chu, who appeared to be in his thirties, stood with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed even deeper.

But as he looked at Ye Wushuang, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Was this the Ye Wushuang who had recently become famous in the capital?