Chapter 1469

Chapter 1469: The Order From the Sacred Mountain

"Such a magnificent armor?" a disciple surnamed Cheng stared at the armor on Su Yi’s body, glowing with a divine light, and couldn’t help but feel excited, his eyes sparkling.

"I never expected that a small Chaos Realm would harbor someone with such a treasure!" The two disciples were also astonished. They sensed that Su Yi’s cultivation was only at the ninth level of the Yuan Void Realm, and they looked down on him dismissively.

"Kid, take off your armor and leave you in one piece!"

As early as when the three arrived at the shore, Ling Qianxue sensed and informed the focused Su Yi that a Yuan Emperor Realm had arrived.

Su Yi was completely immersed in repairing his soul, constantly condensing the Heavens Taming Incantation in his mouth. Mysterious runes surrounded Su Yi’s body like a divine halo, shimmering with an ancient and brilliant glow.

Sensing that the disciple in front of him only had a third-grade cultivation in the Yuan Emperor Realm, Su Yi didn’t pay much attention. He didn’t expect these few people to come and try to steal his treasure, shaking his head inwardly.

"Wait a moment, let’s see what they can do!" Su Yi transmitted his thoughts to Ling Qianxue. Su Yi’s super Heavenly Grade soul recovered rapidly, and in just a few moments, it had already recovered half.

Disciple Cheng studied Su Yi carefully. How could someone with a cultivation as profound and ancient as the ninth level of the Yuan Void Realm exist? A cold gleam flashed in his eyes.

"This kid is a bit strange! You two, go and take off the armor on him! He doesn’t deserve such a treasure!"

Seeing that Su Yi didn’t respond for a long time, the two disciples who wanted to flatter their senior brother looked at each other, becoming angry. As direct disciples of the sect, their status was revered. It was unreasonable for others not to reply when spoken to, and a cold and arrogant feeling suddenly arose.

"Let me see what kind of background you really have. If you’re mute, I’ll tear your mouth apart!" one disciple said fiercely.

Just as the words fell, two disciples dressed in red and golden robes rushed out from the Yuan Emperor Realm, their hands turning into claws as they reached out towards Su Yi.

From the palm of their hands, a tremendously holy and powerful force gathered, forming a fierce wind that swept directly towards Su Yi.

Watching Su Yi sitting and meditating, the disciple named Cheng’s expression turned cold and proud. Even though the Chaos Realm was considered lower, it still had many incredibly strong warriors who were feared by others.

As a direct disciple of the sect, he knew that someone like Su Yi, who had made a name for himself in the Chaos Realm, was definitely extraordinary. But he couldn’t believe his luck, encountering Su Yi right after arriving in the Chaos Realm.

Therefore, killing an unknown soldier was a simple task for them. In the next moment, he could already imagine the miserable fate of Su Yi.

"Bang! Bang!"

With two clear explosions, the two figures in red and gold swept through the air in a long arc. The impact of their attacks from the Yuan Emperor Realm hit Su Yi directly, but he was able to withstand it. The disciples were sent flying like cannonballs, several tens of meters away.

Su Yi remained motionless in his seated position, as if nothing had happened. Only his hair showed a slight movement, and the surrounding space rippled for a moment before disappearing.

The disciples who were sent flying crashed heavily onto the beach, blood spurted out, and a deep pit with sides measuring three meters suddenly appeared, seemingly bottomless.

"Ah!"

Two disciples held their heads and rolled on the ground, spitting blood from their mouths. They felt a strong suppression on their souls.

"Something’s not right!" The disciple named Cheng raised an eyebrow, condensed his energy in his hand, and swung it with a burst of phantom images in the air. He rapidly approached Su Yi.

The young boy in front of them was very strange. Not daring to hold back his cultivation at the Yuan Emperor Realm third grade, he swiftly unleashed a palm print in the air.

"Boom!"

Another earth-shattering explosion echoed, without any hesitation. It felt like it landed on a mountain, but Su Yi didn’t move an inch. On the other side, Cheng, resembling a torn cloth bag, was sent flying backward by the tremendous impact.

With his cultivation at the Yuan Emperor Realm third grade, Cheng quickly adjusted his body movement. After several spins in the air, he managed to dissipate all the force, firmly planting his feet into the ground to reduce the impact.

"Poof!"

Trembling hands, the right hand hanging loosely indicating a dislocation. Cheng covered his chest with his left hand, and a mist of blood couldn’t help but spew out.

Three disciples were dumbfounded at the strange sight of Su Yi. His strength in the Yuan Void Realm was astonishing.

"Hoo!"

After a short while, Su Yi opened his eyes and exhaled a deep breath. A beam of light shot from his eyes, and his powerful aura caused the surrounding dust to rise.

Slowly standing up, Su Yi lazily stretched and noticed three middle-aged men wailing in a sand pit. Su Yi approached them slowly, appearing like a god of death, making the three disciples tremble with fear at every step he took.

"To reach the Yuan Emperor Realm before the age of forty is impressive. Wu Jiuyou and the others are only at the Yuan Void Realm. The cultivational aura of these three disciples feels somewhat familiar," Su Yi pondered in his heart.

"Did you guys attack me?" Su Yi asked calmly.

The three disciples saw Su Yi approaching, fear evident on their faces. Under Su Yi’s icy gaze, they couldn’t help but tremble involuntarily.

"Indeed, who… who are you?"

Su Yi coldly examined the attire of the three disciples, then quickened his pace and suddenly appeared in front of them like a ghost.

"Tell me first! Who are you?" Su Yi said in a low voice, a sense of maturity that was different from his age emanated from him, as he gazed at the three disciples.

"Hmph!"

When it came to their sect, the three disciples seemed to gain confidence and courage, and they said with determination.

"My sect, what a joke! Do you really think a lowly piece of trash like you deserves to know? I’m afraid it would scare you to death!" the disciple named Cheng said arrogantly.

"Disciples of the Sacred Mountain, always so annoying no matter where they go!" Su Yi said softly, with regret in his eyes as he looked at the three disciples.

"Who are you, after all! Hmph! Since you know, why don’t you kneel down and beg for mercy?" Cheng, looking at Su Yi, had a flickering gaze, somewhat unpredictable.

"It seems that it has been a long time since I last encountered someone from the Sacred Mountain, and now they have chased me here. I’ve said it before, don’t let me meet another person from the Sacred Mountain!"

"Boom!"

Energy surged beneath Su Yi’s feet, and the fiery energy of the fire element suddenly circulated, the scorching breath causing the temperature of the beach to rise continuously. The three disciples quickly began to sweat profusely, their eyes dull, and the scene before them resembled the appearance of Su Yi that was passed down in the Sacred Mountain.

"You…You are Su Yi!"

The three disciples immediately froze, as if they had seen the Grim Reaper. Su Yi’s name had long been spread among the master of the Saint Martial Assembly.