Chapter 349

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Chapter 349: Fear Creeps to the Edge of One’s Courage!

Not to mention, they were just lowly outer disciples of the Thirty-Sixth Sword Peak—anyone could bully them.

“Hiss…”

Before Zhang Qing could finish his sentence, Su Yi’s figure had already disappeared like a ghost. As if he had turned into a lingering shadow, he was already far away.

The same quaint courtyard stood connected, its bluestone floor mottled, bearing the vicissitudes of time.

Dozens of young men and women lay on the ground, too weak to stand. Their faces were pale, their hair disheveled, and blood dribbled from their mouths.

A few barely managed to hold their swords, leaning on each other for support. Even so, fresh blood dripped from their mouths, their clothes were stained red, and their disheveled hair made them look pitiful and miserable.

Xu Jiahui was also present, blood dripping and staining her hair. Her face was pale as ash, and her body lay on the ground, unable to get up. Yet, her eyes were still filled with determination.

“Xu Jiahui, do you really think you can be carefree just because of that kid? I told you before—I will absolutely not let him off!”

The voice, filled with resentment, pierced through the air. Teng Ming stood next to Xu Jiahui, looking down at her with hatred in his eyes.

At this moment, Teng Ming’s right hand was wrapped in a bandage. It seemed he had taken a healing pill, as his previously pale complexion had improved.

Xu Jiahui struggled to sit up, supporting herself with the sword in her hands. Looking at the fifty or so teenagers in front of her, she swept her gaze over them and said, “You have gone too far. Elder Su will not let you off when he returns.”

“With your bunch of misfits, Elder Su would punish us for you? What a joke!”

Teng Ming sneered coldly. Looking at his bandaged hand, the hatred in his eyes deepened even further.

“Teng Ming, has that kid arrived yet?”

Not far away, a young man about eighteen or nineteen years old spoke. He had a handsome face, and his close-fitting long gown accentuated his refined temperament, making him look distinguished. However, a gloomy look lingered in his eyes.

Around him stood seven or eight youths of similar age, dressed in different attires, yet exuding a more prominent aura than the remaining forty-plus young men.

Upon seeing the young man in tight-fitting robes, Teng Ming immediately turned around, his face stretching into a fawning smile as he said, “Martial Brother Wang Qin, that kid should be arriving soon. When he does, please teach him a lesson for me!”

“I have a good relationship with Martial Brother Teng Guang. You are his younger brother, so if you are bullied, I will naturally help you settle the matter.”

Wang Qin nodded slightly, looking at Teng Ming with a hint of contempt.

If it weren’t for his elder brother, Teng Guang, why would he even bother to intervene?

However, the boy who offended Teng Ming was just an outer disciple. Teaching him a lesson wouldn’t take much effort, and it would be a good gesture in front of Teng Guang.

Once Teng Guang became a direct disciple, many benefits would follow. This investment would certainly not be a loss.

Listening to Wang Qin’s words, Teng Ming grew even more confident. That boy had dared to injure him and embarrass him this time.

Especially now, with his hand injury, he would miss the upcoming school competition, losing the chance to become an Inner Disciple. How could he not be resentful?

“Swoosh…”

A gust of wind carried the sound of approaching hooves. A figure galloped quickly towards them.

A row of eyes instantly turned in that direction.

In the blink of an eye, a figure appeared in the field. His black hair floated behind his shoulders. He was slim but tall, with deep eyes and a broken sword on his back—his presence was striking.

Su Yi had rushed over the moment he heard that Xu Jiahui was seriously injured.

As Su Yi took in the scene before him, his face gradually darkened, and his eyes flickered with a faint red light.

“It’s him… it’s that boy!”

Among the group of outer disciples who had sided with Teng Ming, a few had already suffered losses earlier that morning. Upon seeing Su Yi, they couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

The group surrounding Wang Qin, eight or nine older teenagers, curiously examined Su Yi.

After confirming he was just a young boy, they dismissed him, their faces showing faint smiles of ridicule.

Wang Qin was surrounded by several disciples, their faces displaying schadenfreude and excitement.

Among the dozen or so severely injured outer disciples of the Thirty-Sixth Sword Peak, a hint of joy appeared in their eyes as they looked at Su Yi, filled with anticipation.

“Su Yi, hurry and go! There are many of them, and they have inner disciples too. You… you won’t be able to defeat them!”

Seeing Su Yi approach, Xu Jiahui’s pale face changed drastically. With so many inner disciples and tens of outer disciples, no matter how strong Su Yi was, he couldn’t possibly be a match for them all.

A single Inner Disciple was already formidable.

Any inner disciple could have a cultivation level higher than the Yuan Xuan Realm. Xu Jiahui was deeply worried for Su Yi.

“Poof…”

As she finished speaking, blood surged in her body, and she spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.

Su Yi clenched his fists tightly, his gaze fixed on the severely injured Xu Jiahui. His expression grew increasingly solemn.

The moment Teng Ming saw Su Yi again, a shudder ran through his heart. An inexplicable fear crept over him, like a mouse encountering a tiger.

The invisible aura around Su Yi, especially his piercing gaze, made Teng Ming want to retreat instinctively.

But with Wang Qin present, along with several inner disciples and over forty outer disciples, how could they possibly be afraid of one boy?

Thinking of this, Teng Ming took a deep breath, suppressing the fear in his heart. With a cold smile, he sneered, “You finally showed yourself, didn’t you? I told you before—I won’t let you get away. You can’t escape for long!”

Su Yi stared intently at Teng Ming, his fists clenching so tightly that cracking sounds emanated from his joints. He then diverted his gaze to Xu Jiahui, stepping forward.

“Miss Jiahui, how are you?”

“I’m fine. Go quickly! You don’t need to look after me. They wouldn’t dare kill us. After all, outer disciples are still disciples of the Divine Sword School—they wouldn’t dare to take our lives!”

Xu Jiahui, despite her pain, was urging Su Yi to leave.

She knew that Teng Ming and the others were here for revenge. They wouldn’t let Su Yi off easily.

In the morning, it was because of them that Su Yi had beaten Teng Ming.

Ultimately, this was their problem—it had nothing to do with Su Yi.

“Shut up, you shameless slave! I can’t kill you, but I can cripple your cultivation, making sure you never cultivate again!”

As Su Yi walked closer step by step, an invisible pressure loomed over Teng Ming. His face paled, his heart trembling.

Hearing Xu Jiahui’s words, he grew fearful and nervous. In an instant, he kicked Xu Jiahui fiercely.

“Bang!”

Xu Jiahui was sent flying, landing heavily on the ground. Blood spurted from her mouth once more.

Su Yi’s eyes turned ice-cold. The rage in his heart was about to erupt!