Chapter 784
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Chapter 784: It’s Unfair for Many to Oppress the Few!
Su Yi stepped forward, a surge of power rising within him, and made his way toward the expansive area of Dushan.
There, the air crackled with fluctuating auras, as the disciples of Sacred Mountain gathered atop the mountain.
At the mountain’s base, Su Yi raised his gaze slightly, pausing for a moment to observe.
Xu Chen trailed closely behind Su Yi, scanning the area and offering a cautious reminder. “Be careful, there may be traps ahead.”
“Let’s end this quickly!”
Su Yi’s eyes were filled with resolve. After a brief pause, he advanced with unwavering determination, focused on claiming the Sanctified Martial Platform of the Void. He was ready for a swift, decisive clash.
With the use of a disguise technique, Su Yi’s appearance blended in. His black hair cascaded loosely around his shoulders, but a deep, innate arrogance and malice flowed through his being. At this moment, it radiated outward, unhidden, filling the air with a quiet pressure that made hearts quiver.
“Swoosh…”
Figures rushed toward the area, appearing all around him.
“It’s him, Yi Su from the Overlord Sect, I recognize him!”
In the distance, someone instantly identified Su Yi and exclaimed in surprise.
It was clear that something significant was about to unfold. It appeared Yi Su from the Overlord Sect and the Sacred Mountain disciples had crossed paths here.
Outside the City Master’s mansion, Yi Su had boldly injured Ouyang Jinwei, a key disciple of Sacred Mountain, severely damaging the reputation of the sect. This news had spread far and wide.
People had long speculated that within the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, if given the chance, the disciples of Sacred Mountain would seek revenge on Yi Su.
Now, they were fortunate enough to witness the unfolding drama.
Su Yi ascended the mountain, a faint red aura surrounding him. Luck flowed within him, and his power radiated outwards.
Xu Chen, too, followed Su Yi up the mountain, but he maintained a steady distance, calm in demeanor.
“Swoosh…”
Soon, figures descended swiftly from the mountain, each one exuding an impressive aura.
One after another, they appeared, surrounding Su Yi in moments.
“Ding ding…”
Weapons were unsheathed — swords, spears, halberds — their sharp gleams cutting through the air, creating a powerful, echoing symphony of metal.
Su Yi surveyed the scene with calm eyes, his gaze sweeping across the group. To his surprise, the intense murderous intent in his eyes diminished. There were about forty individuals in total, half of whom were Sacred Mountain disciples, with the rest coming from sects like Xuanyuan Sect, Tiangang Sect, and Tianyang Sect. Their cultivation levels were significantly weaker than those of the Sacred Mountain disciples.
As Su Yi observed, he realized the Sacred Mountain disciples had set up a carefully planned trap. They had strategically chosen the path he needed to take, preparing to eliminate him.
Su Yi glanced around before slightly lifting his head to look toward the mountain peak.
Under a towering tree in the distance, a figure in a familiar purple robe stood. His posture was tall and graceful, exuding a noble and otherworldly presence.
“Chu Changhuan!”
Su Yi immediately recognized him. Rumors had it that Chu Changhuan ranked second among the younger generation sent by Sacred Mountain to participate in the Saint Martial Assembly, with cultivation strength far exceeding Ouyang Jinwei’s.
With this lineup, especially with Chu Changhuan at the helm, it was clear how determined Sacred Mountain was to eliminate him.
A cold gleam flickered in Su Yi’s eyes. Among these disciples, those who were participating in the Saint Martial Assembly were undoubtedly some of Sacred Mountain’s most important figures. If they suffered heavy losses in the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, it would undoubtedly be a painful blow to Sacred Mountain.
“Yi Su, you have repeatedly challenged our Sacred Mountain. Today, you will pay the price!”
Among the Sacred Mountain disciples, a young man in elegant clothing stepped forward. His imposing aura was undeniable. He wielded a three-foot-long sword, pointing it into the air. The sword’s radiance blazed, humming like thunder.
This young man was indeed impressive, but when standing next to Chu Changhuan, his brilliance was overshadowed. Nevertheless, among the other disciples, he stood out, his eyes sparkling and his demeanor extraordinary.
“Indeed, these are Sacred Mountain disciples. They’re targeting Yi Su!”
“Many disciples from Sacred Mountain seem prepared to deal with Yi Su from the Overlord Sect!”
“Yi Su has humiliated Sacred Mountain several times, and now they are seeking revenge!”
“But isn’t it a bit excessive for so many of them to target just one unknown disciple from the Overlord Sect?”
“This is the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm. If Yi Su dies, who’s to say what others will think?”
“Wait, it seems there are two people named Yi Su. Who’s the other person? Are they together with Yi Su?”
“Does that person intend to join Yi Su? How could they dare to challenge Sacred Mountain?”
Soon, a crowd gathered, whispering among themselves.
Some even took note of Xu Chen, surprised. Could someone else be accompanying Yi Su in defying Sacred Mountain?
Su Yi glanced at the young man in fine clothes who had spoken, his eyes narrowing. With a barely noticeable glance, he remained silent, as if disinterested in the chatter, seemingly paying it no mind.
“Whoosh…”
In the distance, a figure darted toward them. Their face was completely obscured by a cloak and hat, and they focused solely on the scene atop the mountain. Their speed quickened, closing the distance rapidly.
In just a few swift movements, the newcomer emerged outside the circle of Sacred Mountain disciples surrounding Su Yi.
“Do you want to die?”
A disciple of Sacred Mountain shouted with hostility, his eyes flaring with anger. They had surrounded Su Yi from the Overlord Sect, and yet someone dared to interfere.
Su Yi and Xu Chen sensed the presence of the newcomer and turned in surprise.
The figure revealed themselves, and it was none other than Flame Scale.
“You all bully the fewer. It’s not fair!”
Flame Scale glared at the Sacred Mountain disciples surrounding Su Yi, his brows furrowing slightly before shifting his gaze to Su Yi and Xu Chen, offering a smile — not a pleasant one, but one that seemed genuine.
“Half-human, half-beast. So it’s a mixed creature!”
“It’s just a half-wild being!”
Upon seeing Flame Scale, many onlookers immediately recoiled in disgust, their faces twisted with disdain. A half-human, half-beast like him was often regarded as little more than livestock.
Flame Scale’s face fell as he saw those looks and heard those harsh words. He had once believed that Sacred Mountain would be different, a place where martial artists could rise above petty prejudices. But now, he felt disillusioned, realizing that even the disciples of Sacred Mountain were not immune to such cruelty.
“We have no connection. You should leave now!” Su Yi said, turning his head toward Flame Scale.
“That’s not fair! They have more people, I can help you fight some of them!” Flame Scale hesitated briefly, then spoke, a hint of determination in his voice.
He had followed them because he felt it was right. Yi Su and Xu Chen were good people, and he didn’t want to stand idly by while they were attacked.
“It’s fine. These insignificant foes are not worth my time. You can go!” Su Yi smiled lightly, shaking his head. He hadn’t expected Flame Scale to follow, and was surprised, not wanting to burden him further.
