Chapter 422

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Chapter 422: Reunion Amidst Turmoil

As Su Yi, Zhang Qing, and Xu Jiahui arrived, they immediately sensed the tension in the air, leading Su Yi to quickly grasp the situation at hand.

The trio of young men rushed toward them, their faces alight with relief and joy, as though they had just found long-lost family.

“Liu Ji, Wang Fan, Qin Chao!” Zhang Qing and Xu Jiahui called out in surprise, momentarily startled by their exuberance before sharing in their joy.

“We’ve been searching everywhere for you! Finally, we meet again!” The three young men were overwhelmed with excitement, their emotions barely contained as they joined Su Yi and his companions.

Having become acquainted with Liu Ji, Wang Fan, and Qin Chao before, Su Yi knew they were also outer disciples of the Thirty-Sixth Sword Peak.

“Are you all unharmed?” Su Yi asked, his sharp gaze scanning their surroundings. Everything appeared to be in order, suggesting that whatever had happened had only just concluded.

“We’re fine,” Liu Ji responded, his posture straightening slightly. Taller than Zhang Qing, his sharp eyes glimmered with lingering unease. “The inner disciples of the Thirteenth Sword Peak tried to rob us and force us into their service. We refused, and they resorted to threats.”

The air shifted as murmurs spread among the gathered disciples.

“It’s Su Yi!”

“Su Yi is here!”

“He’s one of us!”

The outer disciples whispered fervently, their excitement growing as they instinctively moved behind Su Yi, as if seeking his protection. Without any effort on his part, Su Yi found himself naturally positioned as their leader.

On the other side, the inner disciples fixed their gazes on him, their expressions riddled with uncertainty.

The name Su Yi carried weight—a name that inspired both awe and fear. His victory over Jian Shiyi alone had cemented his fearsome reputation.

More than that, they had heard of his ruthless encounters with Huo Dongqiu, Ba Yi, and Wang Qin. Just the thought of his past feats was enough to send chills down their spines.

The leader of the inner disciples took a deep breath before speaking. “Su Yi, this matter has nothing to do with you. The disciples of the Thirty-Sixth Sword Peak are free to leave.”

He had no desire to provoke Su Yi, and with so many witnesses present, making a move was out of the question.

Su Yi’s lips curled into a faint smile. “I appreciate your understanding.”

The inner disciples were taken aback. They had anticipated hostility, yet here Su Yi was, speaking to them as though they were old friends.

“No need to thank me,” the inner disciple said hesitantly, glancing at his peers, who seemed equally baffled.

Su Yi’s expression remained warm and affable, as if he were greeting close family members. The inner disciples, despite themselves, felt a peculiar sense of flattery.

This was the same man who had defeated Jian Shiyi? The same one rumored to be ruthless and unforgiving? Yet here he was, speaking with them so amicably.

Zhang Qing and Xu Jiahui exchanged wary glances. Seeing Su Yi act this way, they immediately knew what was coming. Trouble was about to unfold, and the inner disciples had no idea what they were walking into.

“The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords is treacherous,” Su Yi remarked, his voice tinged with concern. “You all should be careful. Stay safe.”

The outer disciples blinked, exchanging confused looks. Was Su Yi not going to stand up for them? Was he actually siding with the inner disciples? A wave of disappointment washed over them.

Meanwhile, the inner disciples felt a surge of relief. Making friends with Su Yi? What a stroke of luck!

“Yes, we’ll be more cautious,” one of them responded quickly, eager to maintain this unexpected harmony.

Su Yi nodded approvingly before adding with a genial smile, “Since the battlefield is so dangerous, I have a suggestion—why not hand over your space bags to me for safekeeping? That way, you won’t have to worry about losing them. A precaution, you see.”

Silence blanketed the area.

The inner disciples’ smiles faltered, their expressions darkening as realization struck.

“Su Yi, you’re messing with us, aren’t you?!” The leader’s face twisted in anger. Only now did they understand—Su Yi had never intended to let them go unscathed.

He was here to rob them.

Once the predators, now they were the prey.

“You misunderstand,” Su Yi said lightly. “But I don’t blame you. In time, you’ll come to see my perspective.”

His smile remained unchanged as he stepped toward them.

“Fight him!” the inner disciples roared, drawing their weapons in unison. A storm of energy erupted as they launched an all-out attack against Su Yi.

A sigh escaped Su Yi’s lips. Then, he moved.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

“Argh!”

“Pfft!”

In a blur of motion, the battlefield erupted into chaos.

Blades shattered, bodies were flung aside like fallen leaves, and pained cries echoed through the air. Dust swirled as the force of Su Yi’s strikes sent his opponents sprawling.

Within moments, it was over.

Groaning in pain, the inner disciples lay sprawled across the ground, their faces drained of color, their bodies battered. None could stand.

Casually, Su Yi dusted off his hands. “I did warn you that this battlefield is perilous. But you didn’t listen. Now, let me help you safeguard these space bags.”

He moved efficiently, retrieving each fallen disciple’s space bag and stuffing them into his own robes until they bulged.

The defeated inner disciples could only watch in stunned silence, fury and humiliation burning in their eyes. But none dared to resist further.

They had witnessed it firsthand—behind Su Yi’s seemingly kind smile lurked an unyielding ferocity. Mercy had no place here.

And struggling would only make things worse.