Chapter 728
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Chapter 728: Shaking the Four Corners!
“Snicker…”
Ouyang Jinwei’s body was immediately propelled backward and crashed several meters away, falling into a pile of shattered rocks. Covered in dirt and with a pale complexion, her face turned ashen.
Blood poured from her wounds, and Ouyang Jinwei coughed violently, spitting out blood. The golden glint that once gleamed in her eyes, full of coldness and pride, was now completely replaced with shock and disbelief!
She couldn’t believe it—she had actually been defeated!
She had intended to defeat the young man decisively, to humiliate him and show that in her presence, he was nothing more than a frog in a well gazing at the sky.
But now, how could she accept this? She had lost—miserably and decisively!
Despite using all her strength, she had been defeated so swiftly, so utterly. It was a total and complete failure!
The surrounding area fell silent. The wind whispered softly, the roar of tigers faded away, and the sky, filled with lightning and thunder, seemed to dissolve into nothingness.
The square, however, froze in place.
Suddenly, everything around fell into a stunned silence. People stood with their mouths agape, eyes wide in astonishment at Su Yi’s unbelievable presence.
Ouyang Feng, Kuang Guilan, Elder Bing Fu, and others from the Sacred Mountain and the City Master’s residence were so stunned that they looked like they might faint. Their eyes were bulging with disbelief as they stared at Su Yi.
Ouyang Jinwei, known as a representative of the younger generation of Sacred Mountain, was famous for her extraordinary strength. She had even invoked the power of the Holy King, releasing an overwhelming aura and immense battle prowess. She had unleashed her most powerful card, but in the blink of an eye, she was utterly crushed.
This was the exhilarating prelude to the official start of the Saint Martial Assembly—an awe-inspiring opening that made everyone’s blood surge with excitement.
But no one expected the spectacle to take such a turn. Just as anticipation reached its peak, Ouyang Jinwei was suddenly and decisively defeated, crashing to the ground.
If anyone were to speak of a defeat, they would have assumed it was Yi Su from the Overlord Sect.
Although Yi Su was a strong dark horse from the Overlord Sect, how could he possibly compare to the exceptional disciples of Sacred Mountain?
But now, the outcome was so unexpected, it froze everyone in place, as if time itself had come to a halt.
With a single move, Ouyang Jinwei had unleashed her full combat potential, hoping to regain her dignity, only for the once unknown Yi Su from the Overlord Sect to counter with a single strike that defeated her decisively and cleanly. Like an unstoppable force, his display of strength overpowered all opposition, showcasing his unparalleled brilliance.
Many people had heard rumors that Yi Su was a Soul Tamer, possessing a rare and legendary soul quality that only a few could claim. It was said that the most powerful techniques belonged to Soul Tamers.
However, Yi Su didn’t defeat Ouyang Jinwei through some terrifying Soul Tamer technique. Instead, he relied solely on his overwhelming direct combat prowess. To achieve such a result with just one strike was astonishing, and the speed at which he overwhelmed Ouyang Jinwei left everyone in awe.
Countless onlookers stared in disbelief, their jaws dropping, unable to process what had just occurred.
“How powerful!”
Among the group of young disciples from the Divine Sword School, shock and disbelief were visible on the faces of Situ Muyang, Liu Yunchuan, Ou Luo, Gu Chenyou, and others.
The expressions of astonishment also appeared on the faces of Mu Yao, Ying Qianqian, Gong Qi, and the other beautiful women.
In the midst of it all, stood a seemingly unremarkable young man from the Overlord Sect. His black hair fluttered in the breeze, exuding an aura of quiet arrogance. His entire presence radiated unmatched dominance and ferocity.
“He’s actually quite handsome!”
Inside and outside the square, many young women were looking at him, their eyes shimmering with admiration, deeply moved by him.
“Did you notice that when Yi Su took action, he looked a bit like Little Teacher Uncle?”
Situ Muyang spoke in a hushed voice, with a stunned expression. The way Yi Su had moved seemed to remind him of his little Teacher Uncle, someone he had fought against personally before.
“Do you think…?”
Gu Chenyou and Liu Yunchuan contemplated, pondering his words.
“Seems like there are some similarities!” Gong Qi said, her lips parted slightly. She had also sparred with Su Yi before, and upon closer inspection, she too felt a striking similarity between Yi Su’s aura and the one she had experienced with Su Yi.
Immediately, many gazes turned toward Mu Yao, knowing that if anyone truly understood Su Yi, it was her.
“It does seem similar,” Mu Yao nodded in agreement.
On the weathered faces of Old Man Gu Yue, Deputy Palace Master Guan Lan, and others, their expressions mirrored the same astonishment.
They were more familiar than anyone with the terrifying aura of the Saint King, yet the young man before them had defeated it with even greater power.
Su Yi stood in the middle of the field, his hair slightly disheveled and his face pale. As he unleashed the power of the Tiger of Heaven technique, its might was colossal—stronger even than the Scarlet Ancient Seal. However, the energy expenditure was extraordinary.
Su Yi estimated that if it weren’t for his twice-refined Void God Sea, the swirling vortex of Yuan Qi in his dantian would have been much weaker compared to a typical cultivator at the ninth level of the Yuan Spirit Realm. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to sustain such an expenditure of energy.
“Shall we fight again?”
Su Yi maintained a calm and composed expression as he glanced at Ouyang Jinwei, who lay just a few meters away. An air of dominance and pride surrounded him, and a faint coldness gleamed in his eyes.
Ouyang Jinwei struggled to get up but found it difficult. Her light golden eyes had dimmed, and blood stained her lips, dripping down in slow, steady streams, giving her a melancholic beauty.
Ouyang Jinwei opened her mouth as if to say something to Su Yi, but she couldn’t. Her mouth was filled with blood.
In her eyes, a mixture of astonishment, shock, humiliation, and resentment twisted into a single expression.
She refused to accept it. She had been one of the most outstanding disciples of Sacred Mountain’s younger generation, just a step away from joining the Holy Maidens’ ranks.
Though she was so close to achieving this, infused with the Sacred King’s aura and ranked among Sacred Mountain’s strongest disciples, she had been utterly defeated by an unknown disciple from the Overlord Sect in such a humiliating way.
“It seems that you’re unable to continue. You’ve been defeated!”
Su Yi looked directly at Ouyang Jinwei, his calm voice echoing through the square.
“Hahaha, indeed a young hero, uniquely talented!”
Elder Bing Fu laughed, his astonished expression softening into a smile. The cold, icy aura around him seemed to lessen, and he made an effort to appear less imposing as he looked at Su Yi. However, his smile held an awkwardness, a sense of discomfort.
He addressed Su Yi, saying, “Yi Su has won. According to the agreement, he will be betrothed to Ouyang Jinwei. It’s said that before the Saint Martial Assembly, Jinwei managed to find such an extraordinary fiancé. This will surely make for a wonderful story.”
