Chapter 420
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Chapter 420: It’s Just to Entrust You With Belongings Beyond Personal Care
On the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, some actions are overlooked by the school.
As long as it’s not excessively extreme, most things are allowed.
The elders of the school typically turn a blind eye to such matters.
The primary goal of disciples on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords is to sharpen the younger generation without too many restrictions.
Their reason for being here involves obtaining medicinal herbs and dealing with the outer disciples.
The shift has been quick: they were once the hunters, but now they find themselves as the prey.
“It seems you don’t fully grasp my intentions, but that’s fine. If everyone in this world understood me, what kind of person would I be?”
Su Yi muttered to himself before addressing Jian Yue and the others, walking slowly toward them.
“What do you intend to do?”
As Su Yi moved closer, Jian Yue and the others became alarmed, stepping back while keeping their eyes fixed on him. Their bodies tensed, and they instinctively drew their swords.
“I’m merely assisting you in safeguarding your belongings,”
Su Yi said softly, continuing to move forward without halting.
Honestly, Su Yi had no personal attachment to Jian Yue. However, given his age and youthful spirit, he wouldn’t simply yield.
“Let’s fight together! We’ll give it everything we have!”
Jian Yue gritted his teeth, his voice resolute. With no retreat, he decided to fight with full force.
As an inner disciple, and with the passion of youth, he refused to admit defeat. At the very least, he would fight back.
“Let’s join forces and fight!”
“Buzz…”
In an instant, the group of inner disciples formed a swift encirclement, their swords flashing in unison. A powerful Yuan Xuan Realm aura surrounded them, displaying their combined strength.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…”
The sound of swords clashing filled the air as a fierce energy surged. Over a dozen people launched their attacks at Su Yi simultaneously.
The sword energy from all directions collided at once, completely enveloping the area.
These disciples, aware of Su Yi’s strength, did not hold back. They attacked with all their might from the start.
Su Yi stood tall, his shoulder-length black hair flowing in the wind.
At that moment, his gaze shifted, his feet igniting with power as his figure blurred, leaving behind afterimages.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
“Boom!”
The air reverberated with loud explosions, and the energy emitted around them caused a cacophony of noise.
“Splat…”
“Ahhhh…”
Screams echoed, blood splattering as figures were sent flying and crashing into the ground. The outer disciples, watching in shock, saw blood pour from their mouths.
“Bang bang bang!”
Waves of force erupted, accompanied by figures being hurled backward, their swords flying from their hands.
Suddenly, sword lights shattered, and figures were sent flying.
“Plop plop,” blood was spit out, hair disheveled, clothes torn.
Bodies were slashed open, blood flowed freely, and in some places, bones were exposed.
Staggering figures, drenched in blood, tried to retreat.
These were the inner disciples of Jian Yue and his group.
Painful cries filled the air as they suffered severe injuries.
Each disciple struggled to breathe, screaming in agony as blood poured from their wounds.
In mere moments, over thirty inner disciples were defeated with ease, unable to mount any resistance. They all lay injured.
Everyone was stunned, unable to comprehend the scene before them.
Xu Jiahui and Zhang Qing were particularly shaken, trembling uncontrollably.
They had initially thought Su Yi wouldn’t interfere, but who could have predicted he would take such action?
Su Yi’s body radiated a red glow, exuding an aura of coldness. Without even sparing a glance at the wounded disciples lying on the ground, he calmly collected all their belongings, storing them in his space bag.
Though these inner disciples possessed impressive strength, they stood no chance against Su Yi.
Given his cultivation level, no one could oppose him.
Even those at the Yuan Spirit Realm would fail to match his power.
Several figures struggled to rise, gazing at Su Yi in awe.
They had initially thought their combined efforts would inflict significant damage, but they were swiftly and decisively overpowered.
Swords dropped to the ground, figures spitting blood as they fell.
Su Yi, standing alone, had overwhelmed nearly thirty inner disciples.
The once-confident inner disciples now lay broken and battered.
These inner disciples were strong, each with an average cultivation level of the fourth or fifth Yuan Xuan Realm, a terrifying feat.
“Space bags.”
“Here are some spirit medicines; they are quite effective.”
Su Yi muttered to himself as he began collecting all the pills, spirit medicines, and space bags from the fallen disciples.
This is the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords. Even though these outer disciples weren’t directly involved with him,
Su Yi still took all the items from the inner disciples.
Su Yi had no intention of intervening on anyone’s behalf, but in the end, he had no choice.
These inner disciples, rich in resources and backed by direct disciples, had come into his path.
Amidst the chaos, bodies littered the ground, but Su Yi wasted no time and seized everything, taking all the space bags for himself.
Outer disciples rarely possess space bags, but of the hundred inner disciples in Divine Sword School, about eight or nine out of ten own one.
Space bags are quite valuable, and few people outside of the Divine Sword School can afford one.
However, for these inner disciples, possessing a space bag is far from unusual.
The mistake here is that this is the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, where dozens of inner disciples were left severely wounded and near death, and Su Yi showed no mercy.
In terms of cultivation, these inner disciples, with their average strength of the fifth or sixth Yuan Xuan Realm, had no chance against Su Yi.
Even though Su Yi is at the fourth level of Yuan Spirit Realm, his combat ability far exceeds this.
Although Su Yi was alone, the inner disciples he faced were so far behind in strength that they posed no real challenge.
