Chapter 673
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“**But we cannot afford to do that!**” Chu Gongyao continued, his voice heavy with concern. “The Ye Clan may appear glorious now, but in reality, there are only a mere thirty to forty clan members left alive. In contrast, our Chu Clan has tens of thousands of members.”
“Ye Wushuang has already proven that he is capable of madness—madness that would drive him to defy the Five Great Clans and even attempt to annihilate the Shang Clan.”
“On that day, on the Life-and-Death Platform, if you had refused to kneel, then there would have been no choice but to fight!”
“If war were to break out again, even if the Qin, Liu, and Xiao Clans were to fight with all their might and ultimately destroy the Ye Clan, our Chu Clan would undoubtedly suffer the greatest losses!”
Upon hearing these words, Chu Tianshen’s eyes were filled with reluctance and frustration. He had merely closed himself off for a few months of seclusion, and in that time, the world outside had undergone earth-shattering changes. The name Ye Wushuang had suddenly emerged like a bolt from the blue.
After learning everything, Chu Tianshen was consumed with a burning desire to kill Ye Wushuang immediately. But his father, Chu Gongyao, had stopped him.
“As your father, I do not want you to engage in this battle!” Chu Gongyao sighed deeply. “I am afraid that if you lose, it would mean certain death!”
At these words, Chu Tianshen’s body trembled violently, shattering the iron chains that bound him. He stood up abruptly and growled, “I cannot possibly lose to him!”
“But I will not gamble with my son’s life!”
Chu Gongyao looked into his son’s eyes, which blazed with fury, and continued, “The information about Ye Wushuang has already been taken by the Holy Dan Sect and the Heavenly Fate Mansion. In this upcoming Hundred Nations Martial Contest, the most outstanding disciples of these two dominant powers will hunt down Ye Wushuang.”
“There is no need for you to take such a risk. He will not survive the Hundred Nations Martial Contest.”
Chu Tianshen retorted indignantly, “Father, you still think I am not as good as him!”
“These concerns are no longer important,” Chu Gongyao said once more. “You have been suppressing your ninth-tier Yuanfu Realm for this very Hundred Nations Martial Contest—that is your true battlefield. As for Ye Wushuang and the current Ye Clan, by the time you return from the contest, they will have vanished into thin air!”
However, Chu Tianshen responded coldly, “If I am so afraid of a mere Ye Wushuang that I need to avoid him, how can I compare with the geniuses of the Seven Great Sects?”
“Father, in this Hundred Nations Martial Contest, I will definitely kill Ye Wushuang with my own hands and compete with the top talents of the Seven Great Sects. One of the top seven spots will undoubtedly bear my name, Chu Tianshen.”
Seeing his son’s unwavering determination, Chu Gongyao could only sigh and say no more.
At the same time, the outstanding geniuses from the various great clans and the exceptional disciples from the Tianyuan of the Qingyun Academy were all eagerly preparing for the upcoming Hundred Nations Martial Contest.
Five days passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, in a courtyard of the Ye Mansion, Ye Wushuang opened the gate and stretched languidly.
“What are you all doing here?” he asked, startled to see a crowd gathered in front of his courtyard.
Ye Yunzhe, Ye Qingfeng, Yuan Pengwang, and others were all present.
Ye Yunzhe stepped forward with a smile and said, “The Hundred Nations Martial Contest is no ordinary event. You must be careful when you go.”
“Do you not trust me?” Ye Wushuang teased. “Compared to me being careful, you all should be the ones to be cautious.”
Yuan Pengwang stepped forward and said, “Young master, go ahead. If anyone dares to harm the Ye Clan, I, Old Yuan, am not just a decoration!”
“Deal!” Ye Wushuang nodded in agreement.
With Ye Yunzhe, Yuan Pengwang, and the three Wanfa Realm masters of Chi Yuan, as well as Yun Xingjian and Qing Muyuan, the four great clans would not dare to make any rash moves during this period.
“Well, stop surrounding me. I’ll be back in just two or three months,” Ye Wushuang said, striding confidently toward the gate of the Ye Mansion.
“Big brother, good luck!” Ye Feifei squeezed through the crowd, her small fist clenched in encouragement.
“I am always number one, and this time will be no exception!” Ye Wushuang laughed heartily as he walked away. “When I return next time, the name of Big Brother will spread throughout Qingzhou. Little Feifei, you must work hard too!”
In the capital, at the Qingyun Academy, within the Tianyuan, a martial arena had already gathered dozens of figures.
The academy’s principal, Yun Xingjian, the four vice-principals, including the two senior council members Mu Qianqian and Wei Tongtian, were all present. In addition, there were high-ranking members of the four great clans and their young disciples.
At this moment, the Qingyun Academy’s senior officials, including Yun Xingjian, were accompanying a middle-aged man dressed in a blue robe.
