Chapter 600
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Chapter 600: No Mercy!
The young man in the yellow robe stared coldly at Su Yi, his expression a mix of arrogance and disdain. He assumed Su Yi had heard the words Sacred Mountain and felt a deep sense of fear.
“Has someone from Sacred Mountain arrived at the Divine Sword School?” Su Yi asked, his gaze fixed on the group of young men. The mention of Sacred Mountain reverberated in his mind, stirring turbulent emotions. Taking a deep breath, he suppressed them, carefully concealing any trace of his feelings.
“Aren’t you a disciple of the Divine Sword School?” one of the young men asked, his tone laced with confusion. They had assumed the arrival of Sacred Mountain’s representatives would be common knowledge among the disciples. Could it be that the man before them wasn’t one of them?
“Who I am is none of your concern,” Su Yi replied, his voice calm yet commanding. “Just tell me—has someone from Sacred Mountain come to the Divine Sword School? And who are they?”
“Do you even know who you’re talking to?”
The group from Sacred Mountain bristled at Su Yi’s dismissive tone. The young man’s unwavering gaze and aloof demeanor left them fuming.
“Answer me,” Su Yi demanded, his voice sharp. “Or don’t blame me for being impolite.”
“Impudent fool! You’re asking for death!”
The young man in the yellow robe could no longer contain his anger. His cold eyes locked onto Su Yi, radiating a deadly intent.
“I’ve always wondered if the so-called disciples of Sacred Mountain have made any real progress,” Su Yi said, his gaze turning frosty. He had planned to leave, but their mention of Sacred Mountain piqued his interest.
“Arrogant brat! You’re courting death!”
Enraged, the young man in the yellow robe lunged forward. On Sacred Mountain, he was a direct disciple of high status, revered wherever he went. No one had ever dared to speak to him with such insolence.
In a flash, he channeled his vital energy, propelling himself forward with explosive speed. His palm glowed with gathered energy, cutting through the air with sharp force as he struck at Su Yi.
The attack was ruthless, aimed to subdue—or even kill. The young man from Sacred Mountain wanted to make an example of Su Yi. Even if this arrogant fool was a disciple of the Divine Sword School, what could the school possibly do in retaliation?
As the palm strike hurtled toward him, Su Yi stood unmoving, his gaze locked on the incoming attack. His expression darkened slightly as he measured the strength of the Sacred Mountain disciple. When the attack was inches away, Su Yi finally moved. His arm blurred as he retaliated with a palm strike of his own.
“Boom!”
The two strikes collided with a deafening impact. Vital energy exploded outward, stirring up a whirlwind of dust and shaking the ground. The gate nearby was blasted apart.
“Pu!”
The young man in the yellow robe spat out a mouthful of blood as his body was flung backward. He crashed onto the road several meters away, the force of the impact splitting the ground beneath him.
Su Yi stood motionless, his robes and hair barely ruffled. His eyes glinted coldly, like shards of ice.
From the moment the young man had attacked with such ferocity, Su Yi had decided to show no mercy. His disdain for Sacred Mountain’s disciples only deepened in the face of their arrogance and bloodlust.
“Agh!”
The young man in the yellow robe screamed in agony as he writhed on the ground. Blood poured from his mangled palm, the bones shattered and protruding through torn flesh. His entire arm hung limp, crushed beyond recognition. The excruciating pain was almost unbearable.
In the tavern nearby, a lone figure raised his gaze. Hidden beneath his cloak, his eyes briefly gleamed with interest before returning to calm indifference.
The entire scene was steeped in shock. Initially, everyone believed that, when faced with a supposedly legendary disciple of the Sacred Mountain, the young man would meet a grim fate, either perishing or suffering severe injuries. No one could have anticipated the current turn of events.
The three remaining disciples of the Sacred Mountain stood dumbfounded, staring at Su Yi in disbelief. Some struggled to regain their composure. The young man before them appeared to be roughly their age, perhaps even slightly younger. As disciples of the Sacred Mountain, they had dismissed him as unworthy of their attention, never imagining he could be this formidable.
Su Yi ignored the yellow-robed youth writhing in agony on the ground. Instead, his cold gaze swept over the remaining three disciples of the Sacred Mountain.
“Who… who are you?”
The three youths shuddered under Su Yi’s piercing stare, an inexplicable fear gripping their hearts and sending chills down their spines.
“Since you’re from the Sacred Mountain, let’s see how far your skills go!”
A cold glint flickered in Su Yi’s eyes as he stepped forward. With a surge of Qi beneath his feet, his figure seemed to vanish and reappear like a ghost before the three youths.
These disciples were among the Sacred Mountain’s elite—direct disciples with extraordinary strength and undeniable talent. Each of them stood out among their peers. Yet, against Su Yi, their cultivation levels were at the Yuan Soul Realm at best, with the strongest just barely stepping into the Yuan Spirit Realm.
Their youth and cultivation levels would normally astound the outside world, but compared to Su Yi in this moment, they were woefully outmatched.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
In mere moments, Su Yi unleashed a devastating barrage of attacks, sending the three disciples flying. They didn’t even have time to employ their trump cards before suffering severe injuries.
“Ahhh!”
Their agonized screams pierced the air as they were thrown far away, blood spilling from their battered bodies. One had a broken arm, another was coughing up fragments of internal organs, and the third lay incapacitated.
When facing the disciples of the Sacred Mountain, Su Yi showed no mercy. His strikes were ruthless and deliberate, inflicting heavy damage.
In the blink of an eye, all four disciples of the Sacred Mountain were gravely injured, leaving the onlookers stunned and speechless.
The commotion had already drawn a crowd, and gasps of astonishment rippled through the gathering spectators.
Su Yi glanced around at his surroundings. This was Forging Sword City, just a hundred miles from the Divine Sword School. He noticed the presence of individuals from the school and, wary of trouble, decisively searched the four fallen disciples, confiscated their spatial bags, and departed without hesitation.
Having learned of Yun Lingfeng’s punishment, Su Yi had already resolved to avoid any encounter with the Divine Sword School. Now that people from the Sacred Mountain had appeared at the school, he made a point of steering clear of them.
Su Yi was acutely aware that, despite his progress, he was still insignificant compared to the mighty Sacred Mountain—a mere ant incapable of resistance.
If he were to cross paths with someone from the Sacred Mountain at the Divine Sword School and his identity were exposed, the consequences would be disastrous.
Su Yi had no faith that the Divine Sword School could protect him.
