Chapter 560
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Liu Yi Yu’s hands clenched tightly, the sound of his knuckles cracking echoing through the air. He looked at Ye Wu Shuang, enunciating each word with a cold, steely determination: “I, Liu Yi Yu, challenge you!”
A roar of commotion erupted within the Zangcai Valley.
Qin Wenjun, Chu Yaqin, Xiao Ruonan, and Shang Gufeng—scions of the five great families and paragons of their generation—stood there, their eyes wide with astonishment. The top ten geniuses of the Tianyuan represented the most powerful disciples of the entire Qingyun Academy. These four, despite their burning desire to teach Ye Wu Shuang a lesson, had always been held back by considerations of face. They were already at the eighth or ninth tier of the Yuanfu realm; killing Ye Wu Shuang would hardly be a remarkable feat and might even be ridiculed.
Thus, Ye Wu Shuang had been allowed to flaunt his dominance time and time again. But now, with Liu Huan Yu’s death, Liu Yi Yu could no longer contain his fury. As the foremost genius of the Liu clan and a master at the eighth tier of the Yuanfu realm, he was beyond angry.
It had to be said that Ye Wu Shuang was exceptionally adept at provoking the wrath of the descendants of the five great families. From killing Xiao Jin and Xiao Quan, to slaying Shang Shenyan, Qin Ming, Chu Budong, and now Liu Huan Yu, he had been systematically trampling on the dignity of the five great families and fanning the flames of their anger. Now, he had finally ignited Liu Yi Yu’s fury to the point of no return.
Inside the arena, the remnants of spirit trees lay scattered across the ground. Beside Liu Huan Yu’s fallen body, a large pool of blood had formed. Even in death, her eyes remained wide open, as if she could not accept her fate.
The barrier was now lifted, and Liu Yi Yu stepped forward, approaching Liu Huan Yu’s lifeless form. Gently, he lifted her body. Several members of the Liu clan quickly came forward to take her from him.
“I should have left her body mutilated,” Ye Wu Shuang said with a tone of feigned regret.
His words were met with a wave of furious glares from the descendants of the five great families. If those gazes could turn into a sea of fire, they would have incinerated Ye Wu Shuang hundreds of times over.
Without a word, Liu Yi Yu clenched his hands again, and a powerful aura of spiritual energy began to gather around him. Eight spirals of energy emanated from his body, exuding an overwhelming pressure. He was at the eighth tier of the Yuanfu realm—just one step away from the ninth tier. He was truly one of the top ten geniuses of the academy.
“Ye Wu Shuang…” Liu Yi Yu’s voice was nearly distorted with rage.
“Very angry?” Ye Wu Shuang smiled, his mind drifting to the visions he had seen after fusing with his ninth primordial spirit. The dilapidated Ye family, the helpless Liu Yu Mei, Ye Fei Fei, the half-crippled Ye Qingfeng, all subjected to endless humiliation. He thought of the deceased Li Yun Mo and Xu Wenxuan, whose residual souls he had seen, even though they were separated by life and death. But what about Yu Ke Wen, Su Shi Shuang, Wang Ming, Wang Jing, Tang Wenchuan, Nan Gong Yan, Nan Gong Qing, and the others? Of the eighteen Ask-the-Heavens Guards of old, only Yuan Peng Wang and Xu Yuntian remained alive, and they had been tormented into living corpses, enduring five hundred years of pain and endurance!
His second brother, Ye Fu Shan, was dead. His third brother, Ye Yun Zhe, had been tortured for centuries, living a half-dead existence for hundreds of years. Thousands of clan members had been reduced to just thirty-six, all treated like livestock by their captors. Who could fathom the depth of his hatred?
Facing Liu Yi Yu’s bloodshot eyes, Ye Wu Shuang’s voice was chillingly calm, almost indifferent: “Your pain and anger are not even a fraction of mine.”
A single murmur could not express the myriad of grievances in his heart.
“The downfall of the Ye clan?”
Liu Yi Yu sneered at Ye Wu Shuang, “The mighty Ye clan, without Ye Wentian, was nothing but a piece of fat in others’ eyes. I only regret that I was born too late and did not witness that night when the hundred-acre Ye mansion was set ablaze.”
“I did not see that night, when in the sea of fire, thousands of the old, the weak, women, children, servants, and slaves within the Ye clan screamed and wailed, turning into dry bones!”
“Ye Wu Shuang!”
Liu Yi Yu’s voice suddenly turned stern and cold: “The downfall of the Ye clan in the past will be replayed today. Your Ye family will surely perish!”
His roar echoed throughout the Zangcai Valley, reminding everyone present of that night when the once-mighty Ye clan was completely destroyed by fire…
As Liu Yi Yu finished speaking, he clenched his hand, and a spear gleaming with a blue luster, carrying a sharp and sinister aura, pointed directly at Ye Wu Shuang.
“Once I kill you, the Ye family will be finished!”
