Chapter 363

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Chapter 363: Huo Dongqiu!

“Let’s go and take a look!”

Su Yi turned and spoke calmly to Zhang Qing, whose face had gone pale.

“I hope it’s not someone from the Court of Justice,” Zhang Qing muttered, his voice tinged with worry.

Zhang Qing could only pray that the situation didn’t escalate further. Even an inner disciple would face dire consequences if caught acting recklessly in the Sword Hall by the Court of Justice.

More importantly, Zhang Qing was fully aware that the young man before him wasn’t even an official disciple of the Divine Sword School. This fact alone left him deeply concerned.

“Let’s go.”

Su Yi, however, didn’t seem the least bit worried. With a wave of his sleeve, he strode confidently out of the Sword Hall.

Zhang Qing had no choice but to follow closely behind. The other disciples in the hall, sensing the brewing excitement, immediately rushed after them, unwilling to miss the spectacle.

Outside the Sword Hall, the small square was already bustling with activity.

Figures swarmed in from all directions, while ferocious flying demon beasts hovered menacingly in the sky, their massive wings stirring up clouds of dust.

The energy radiating from the crowd was palpable, and the atmosphere in the square seemed charged with power.

At the center of the square stood a group of about twenty young men and women, all clad in distinct attire.

Each of them bore the emblem of the Divine Sword School, but their insignias were different from those of the outer disciples, signifying their status as inner disciples.

The powerful aura emanating from this group was overwhelming, creating a suffocating atmosphere that enveloped the entire square.

The intensity of their presence kept the other disciples—both inner and outer—from venturing too close.

Among this group, the twenty or so inner disciples were the most eye-catching. Their expressions were uniformly cold and indifferent, as if they were waiting for something.

“Has Su Yi really come to the Sword Hall?”

“Su Yi’s in big trouble now—he’s going to pay for this!”

“Humph. Stripping Ba Yi and his group and leaving them humiliated like that was bound to provoke the entire Fifteenth Sword Peak. Su Yi is way too arrogant!”

“Look, that’s Senior Brother Huo Dongqiu! He’s come in person!”

“…”

Around the edges of the square, whispers rippled through the crowd. No one dared to speak loudly, but their curiosity was evident as they watched the scene unfold.

When Su Yi finally emerged from the Sword Hall, his gaze swept over the square, lingering briefly on the twenty or so inner disciples in its center.

These young people, all in their early twenties, exuded powerful auras. Su Yi’s eyes flickered slightly as he noted the presence of three cultivators at the First Grade of the Yuan Spirit Realm among them.

At such a young age, reaching the Yuan Spirit Realm was a remarkable achievement, a testament to their extraordinary talent.

Su Yi estimated that these individuals likely possessed cultivation talents at least on par with the King Grade.

Finally, Su Yi’s attention fell on the young man standing at the forefront of the group. He wore a long robe, had a slender build, and exuded an icy demeanor.

Unlike the others, the emblem on this young man’s chest was unique. Though no aura emanated from his body, his mere presence compelled Su Yi to look at him a few times more.

“He’s here!”

“Which one is Su Yi?”

As Su Yi walked out, followed by the disciples from the Sword Hall, murmurs broke out among the crowd.

Zhang Qing, walking just behind Su Yi, immediately scanned the square. Upon realizing that no one from the Court of Justice had arrived, he let out a brief sigh of relief.

But his relief was short-lived.

Moments later, Zhang Qing’s expression froze, his face draining of color. His body trembled involuntarily as he leaned toward Su Yi and whispered, “Not good—it’s Huo Dongqiu!”

“Who is Huo Dongqiu?” Su Yi asked, his voice calm but curious.

Su Yi looked down and asked Zhang Qing, “Who is he?”

“He’s the Fifteenth Sword Peak’s direct disciple!” Zhang Qing replied, his body trembling slightly with fear.

A direct disciple wasn’t just a symbol of status but also represented unparalleled strength and talent.

Inner disciples were those who had been accepted by elders and other powerful figures for training. However, to be formally acknowledged as a personal disciple—forming a true master-apprentice relationship—meant becoming a direct disciple.

A “direct disciple” also enjoyed significant advantages, such as access to abundant training resources and personalized guidance from the school’s elders.

In the Divine Sword School, anyone receiving personal instruction from an elder was considered to possess absolute strength.

“The Fifteenth Sword Peak’s direct disciple…” Su Yi muttered as he frowned, his gaze once again landing on Huo Dongqiu.

From what Su Yi could tell, Huo Dongqiu was undoubtedly one of the most outstanding figures among his peers in the Divine Sword School. His status as a direct disciple and his evident talent spoke volumes.

Although Huo Dongqiu appeared to be slightly older than individuals like Xiong Zhan and Hu Chi, his cultivation had already reached the Yuan Spirit Realm. Su Yi estimated that Huo Dongqiu was at least at the Second Grade of the Yuan Spirit Realm, if not higher, placing him on par with Xiong Zhan and Hu Chi.

However, Su Yi understood that Huo Dongqiu’s current strength could only be compared to the Xiong Zhan and Hu Chi of the past—before they had completed their training in the Mighty Desolate Verse and Heavenly Tiger Art.

It wasn’t hard for Su Yi to deduce why these people were here. The disciples from the Fifteenth Sword Peak clearly had no other business in this place.

As Su Yi stepped into the center of the square, Huo Dongqiu’s piercing gaze locked onto him. His cold, sharp eyes seemed to freeze the air around them, making it difficult for anyone to meet his stare directly.

“Who is Su Yi? Step forward!”

Behind Huo Dongqiu, a young man of similar age but with a robust build—similar to Zhang Qing’s sturdy figure—spoke loudly, his voice booming across the square like thunder.

“What do you want?” Su Yi replied in an unfriendly tone, his voice calm but carrying a faint edge.

“It’s him! He’s Su Yi!”

As soon as Su Yi spoke, the crowd buzzed with excitement. Curious gazes fell on him, sizing him up as they whispered among themselves.

In just a short span of time, Su Yi’s name had become widely known within the Divine Sword School.

His reputation had surged rapidly, especially among the inner and outer disciples.

Earlier that morning, the incident involving Ba Yi and his companions had shaken both the inner and outer circles of the Divine Sword School. Su Yi’s actions had sparked heated discussions, and news of his feats was spreading like wildfire.

“Is this really Su Yi? The one who defeated Ba Yi and humiliated the inner disciples of the Fifteenth Sword Peak by putting them on public display?”

More inner disciples had gathered in the square, eager to witness the unfolding drama.