Chapter 822
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Wang Bo Kun abruptly stood up, his voice cold and indifferent: “Mu Qiqi, if Lv Qing Song and Lv Qing Yan were simply outmatched and deserved their deaths, how did my son, Wang Teng, offend Ye Wushuang?”
Hearing this, Lv Shan Hai felt a pang of discomfort and let out a cold hum, choosing not to respond.
Mu Qiqi, meeting Wang Bo Kun’s gaze head-on, spoke directly: “On that day, Ye Wushuang was severely injured. It was Li Wenbo who took him in and protected him.”
“Wang Teng challenged Li Wenbo to a duel and lost. However, instead of accepting defeat, Wang Teng bullied him, demanding that Li Wenbo hand over a treasured item in exchange for Ye Wushuang’s life, and he humiliated Li Wenbo in every possible way!”
“Later, Ye Wushuang did not seek revenge on Wang Teng. It was actually Wang Teng who provoked Ye Wushuang, along with Tian Zhi Hen and Xu Qing Tian. Wang Teng insisted on fighting Ye Wushuang and was ultimately slain by him.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Bo Kun’s face turned pale, then flushed with anger.
Lv Shan Hai sneered, “My son was outmatched and killed, but your son was practically begging for death!”
“Lv Shan Hai, what nonsense are you spewing!”
Wang Bo Kun coldly retorted, “Do you want to test whether my sword is sharp enough?”
“Do I fear you?”
Both enforcers had lost their beloved sons and were harboring a burning rage within.
They were like two kegs of dynamite, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.
Seeing this, Mu Junli quickly intervened, “Gentlemen, please calm down. We, the Giant Sword Sect, are the hosts of this Hundred Nations’ Martial Contest!”
“We still need to present Ye Wushuang with his rewards…”
At these words, Lv Shan Hai and Wang Bo Kun’s expressions turned even colder.
To present rewards to their enemies?
They would rather die!
“Mu Junli, your precious daughter has returned safely and seems to have a close relationship with this legendary figure who has shattered all records.”
“Rumors say he even saved your life. Why don’t you go and bestow the treasures upon him?”
Lv Shan Hai and Wang Bo Kun’s faces remained cold and distant.
At this moment, Mu Junli also felt his temper rising.
“Gentlemen!”
Mu Junli said sternly, “We represent the Giant Sword Sect. It is our turn to be the hosts this time, and I will not have you make us appear petty!”
“This is not just about the top seven receiving treasures. It is also our responsibility to attract the young prodigies from the various empires into our Giant Sword Sect!”
Mu Junli’s words left Lv Shan Hai and Wang Bo Kun feeling very uneasy.
“Enforcer Mu is right!”
A voice slowly echoed at this moment.
The three of them turned their gazes to the source.
At some point, an additional person had appeared on the stone platform.
This man, with his temples slightly graying, appeared to be in his early forties. His every movement exuded a powerful aura of dominance.
“Brother Qing!”
Mu Junli quickly greeted the newcomer with a respectful bow.
Zhuge Qing!
The chief among the ten enforcers of the Giant Sword Sect, he was an extremely top-tier figure not only within the sect but also throughout the entire Qingzhou region.
“Uncle Qing…” Mu Qiqi bowed respectfully.
Zhuge Qing nodded in acknowledgment.
“Wang Bo Kun, Lv Shan Hai, deaths are inevitable in the Hundred Nations’ Martial Contest, but rules are rules.”
“If we, the Seven Great Sects, do not abide by these rules, how can we expect the Hundred Nations to continue participating with us? How can we temper our disciples?”
“If we were to act as you two suggest, and simply quit whenever our disciples die, wouldn’t the Hundred Nations have withdrawn long ago?”
Zhuge Qing’s words left Lv Shan Hai and Wang Bo Kun speechless.
In reality, as the chief enforcer, Zhuge Qing held an extremely high status within the Giant Sword Sect, surpassing the other nine enforcers.
“Thank you for your guidance, Brother Qing!” Lv Shan Hai bowed and said, “I, Lv Shan Hai, have been narrow-minded.”
Wang Bo Kun also bowed at this moment.
Zhuge Qing looked at the three of them and smiled faintly, “This Ye Wushuang is a prodigy. If he were to rise with the wind and ride the waves, he might one day become a patriarch-level figure!”
What!
A patriarch-level figure?
That statement… seemed overly exaggerated!
After all, within the Seven Great Sects, each of the patriarchs and leaders was nearly a quasi-immortal figure, with a few having already entered the quasi-immortal realm.
Could Ye Wushuang truly possess such potential?
