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Iron Curtain exchanged glances, all falling silent.
Li Gang remained silent.
Wang Zhou's slender eyes flashed with a hint of joy.
"Master, may I ask what crime Brother Wang has committed to warrant his expulsion from the Kaiyang Sect?" Jin Qinghan stepped forward, staring directly at Liu Bei, speaking in a cold voice.
"Master, Brother Wang is a rare talent in our Kaiyang Sect. Just recently, he won two competitions for the sect. Now, instead of being rewarded, he is being expelled. This contradicts the rules of the Kaiyang Sect," Chu Yixuan's expression flickered uncertainly. Finally, gritting his teeth, he stepped forward.
"Hmph, this is a joint decision made by our sect and the elders. You have no right to question it," Liu Bei said coldly. "Let me reiterate: from today onward, Wang Yi has no ties with my Kaiyang Sect. Anyone who dares to object will share the same fate." His voice was low but carried an unfathomable terrifying authority that startled everyone present.
"Disciples obey." The crowd stood up in response.
"Step back." Seeing that Jin Qinghan and the others were still standing there, Liu Bei waved his sleeve, causing them to retreat hurriedly.
"Liu Zongzhu, I take my leave." Zhou Yan clasped his fists and suddenly lowered his voice, saying, "Liu Zongzhu, whether the Kaiyang Sect can survive depends solely on your decision. Do not ruin the foundation of the Kaiyang Sect built over hundreds of years for a single pawn." With that, he casually glanced at Wang Yi and headed toward the Mountain Base.
Both Yang Shiqi and Zhao Ren showed a hint of joy on their faces as they retreated.
"Wang Yi, you can only stay in the Kaiyang Sect for three days. Take care of yourself afterward," Liu Bei said after a moment of silence.
Yang Kaihe and the others remained silent, knowing that if Wang Yi left the Kaiyang Sect, he would undoubtedly die within moments. However, they had no choice but to leave because they could not afford to offend the people behind Zhou Yan.
"Master, who are the people behind the Zhou family?" Wang Yi asked boldly. A true man stands firm; if one must die, it is better to die fighting than to shrink back like a turtle.
"Prime Minister of Song, a powerful figure who is even beyond my capabilities. If he wants to destroy the Kaiyang Sect, it would only take a single word," Liu Bei's gaze flickered with a hint of fear—an expression of respect for a strong opponent.
"Prime Minister of Song." Wang Yi's pupils constricted slightly. Knowing that Liu Bei was a Breakthrough Expert, yet this person could destroy the Kaiyang Sect with just one word speaks volumes about how powerful he is. No wonder Chu Yixuan and others warned him not to offend Zhou Yu.
Thinking of this, Wang Yi revealed a faint bitter smile.
"Go down the mountain, die!"
"If I don't go down the mountain, I'll die anyway!"
"Am I just going to die like this?"
"No."
"Absolutely not."
"What if it's the Prime Minister of Song? What if it's a Breakthrough Expert?"
"If you want to kill me, Wang Yi, I will make you pay a heavy price."
"From today onwards, within three days, no disciple of Kaiyang Sect is allowed to go down the mountain. Those who violate this order will be expelled from Kaiyang Sect." Yang Kaihe's gaze was sharp and filled with intimidation as he scanned everyone and said in a deep voice.
"The disciples obey." Everyone replied in unison.
Liu Bei waved his sleeve and walked into Kaiyang Palace.
"What happened to Brother Wang?" Chu Yixuan hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
"I am no longer a disciple of Kaiyang Sect, and you need not ask about this matter any further," Wang Yi said calmly.
"Did they do this?" Jin Qinghan said coldly.
"Brother Chu, please do not tell Niu Meng about this. Wait until I leave Kaiyang Sect before informing him." Wang paused for a moment, knowing that Niu Meng valued righteousness. If he found out that he had been expelled from Kaiyang Sect, he would surely follow.
"Alright, I promise you," Chu Yixuan said.
"Master, I leave Niu Meng in your hands," Wang Yi said as he approached Zhou Deyu and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.
"I agree to take him on," Zhou Deyu nodded in response.
Wang Yi gazed up at the vast sky, where not a single bird was seen. The expansive Deep Forest was eerily silent, as if it harbored a terrifying crisis.
"Farewell," Wang Yi said, cupping his fists. With that, he turned and descended the mountain without looking back.
"Wang brother," Chu Yixuan and Jin Qinghan called out urgently.
"Remember what you promised me," Wang Yi's voice echoed through the air.
Zhou Deyu watched as Wang Yi's figure gradually faded into the distance, a cold glint flashing in his eyes before he left Martial Arts Plaza.
On the stone steps, Wang Yi walked step by step toward Mountain Base, the sun shining down on him and elongating his shadow.
A gentle breeze swept through the air, stirring up a cloud of dust. The atmosphere gradually thickened with a heavy aura; Wind and Rain were approaching.
A cold smile crept onto Wang Yi's lips as he spread his fingers, and the Azure Flow Sword appeared in his hand. The breeze dispelled the silence in the air but could not dissipate the killing intent on the sword; today was destined to be filled with slaughter.
Standing at Kaiyang Sect's Mountain Base, Wang Yi glanced around at the official road on both sides before mounting his horse.
Go!
Wang Yi spurred his horse onward.
Before long, dozens of figures emerged.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
A crossbow bolt pierced the sky with a sharp sound, followed by countless bolts shooting out from the dense forest on both sides, sweeping through the air like a swarm of locusts.
"Wow!"
With a swing of a sword, a white sword aura surged forth, accompanied by continuous cracking sounds. The Lingjian Technique was unleashed, flowing smoothly and seamlessly, as the sword aura soared with murderous intent.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
As the crossbow bolts fell, dozens of Blood-Clothed Men suddenly charged out from the dense forest on both sides, each one a Earth Spirit Realm Martial Artist, exuding overwhelming momentum.
On a nearby mountain peak, two young men were observing with faces full of murderous intent. These two were none other than Zhou Yu and Zhao Shanyu. Besides them, Lin Wanfeng and the Su Hai Brothers were also present.
"This time, we Four Great Families will join forces against him. No matter how powerful he is, he won't be able to escape," Zhao Shanyu said coldly.
"Brother Zhao is absolutely right. This person has gone against us multiple times; he truly deserves to die," Su Ming said, a flicker of murderous intent flashing across his face, his voice devoid of emotion.
"He has entered the Deep Forest," Zhou Yu said calmly.
"Hmph, Brother Zhou, don't worry. We have already set up a net in the forest; this time he won't be able to escape," Su Hai said with a hint of malice at the corner of his mouth. "I want him to die slowly and painfully so he can taste what death feels like."
"And then we'll feed him to the dogs," Zhao Shanyu added with a venomous expression.
"Alright, let's watch this thrilling chase unfold," Zhou Yu said calmly.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The killing intent of Wang Yi spread throughout the Deep Forest as he swiftly drew his sword, instantly slaying two Yuanjing Warriors. With the You Li Body Technique in play, these Yuanjing Warriors were no match for him.
"Come on, come at me! Today, let me, Wang Yi, unleash a massacre!"
Wang Yi's gaze was piercing, radiating murderous intent. The Azure Flow Sword was indeed an Earth-Level Divine Weapon; the blades in the hands of the Blood-Clothed Men were utterly ineffective against it. The sound of clashing metal echoed continuously as streaks of green sword light shot forth from the blade like azure lightning. Leaves that brushed against it were instantly pulverized.
Screams filled the air as severed limbs, heads, and blood flew everywhere, staining the sky and the ground red.
"Step back." Four Blood-Clothed Men swooped in, surrounding Wang Yi—four Yuanjing Warriors.
Rumbling!
One Blood-Clothed Man struck out with a palm, unleashing a blood-red hand infused with immense Vital Energy aimed directly at Wang Yi's chest.
At the same time, the other three Yuan Realm warriors executed the same move. In an instant, Wang Yi was enveloped by four blood-red palms. This was a coordinated set of Martial Arts techniques, far more powerful than any ordinary Martial Arts of the same level. The combined strength of four was at least equivalent to that of eight Yuanjing Warriors.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Rumbling!
The force of their palms surged like a raging tide crashing against the shore, an overwhelming momentum that left nearby Yuanjing Warriors unable to withstand it, causing them to collapse to the ground.
"Pfft!"
Wang Yi's Azure Flow Sword danced furiously in his hands. Caught off guard, he staggered momentarily and blood spurted from him. The four men rejoiced at this sight, but little did they know that Wang Yi didn't even let out a sound. He lunged toward one Blood-Clothed Man and with a swift thrust, blood sprayed into the air as this Blood-Clothed Man's abdomen burst open, spilling blood everywhere.
The remaining three Blood-Clothed Men were taken aback and immediately unleashed all their skills: fierce palm strikes, powerful punches, and leg techniques from Zongheng. Their Vital Energy surged wildly like crashing waves against cliffs. With a resounding rumble, Wang Yi was sent flying backward.
Puff!
In the moment of being sent flying, Wang Yi's Azure Flow Sword pierced through the air with a whoosh, and two Blood-Clothed Men fell to the ground, their throats gushing blood.
With a thud, Wang Yi collapsed to the ground, letting out a muffled groan as a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"He is already severely injured, kill him!" one of the Blood-Clothed Men shouted angrily while swinging his blade.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The cries of killing echoed as dozens of Blood-Clothed Men surged forward.
Cloud Manipulation Palm!
Wang Yi stomped the ground, and with a powerful thrust of his palms, two terrifying whirlwinds of air immediately appeared. Hissing sounds filled the air as a dreadful suction enveloped the Blood-Clothed Men, causing blood to shoot out from their pores like arrows.
Ahhh!
Screams erupted as in the blink of an eye, over ten Blood-Clothed Men had their clothes torn apart, drenched in blood, collapsing to the ground, their breaths already gone.
Roar!
Wang Yi let out an angry roar as the supreme power of Cloud Manipulation Palm descended upon the world. Dozens of Blood-Clothed Men were engulfed in the whirlwinds, with Stagnation Force, Suction, and gravity combining their strange powers. No one could resist; a rain of blood fell as chunks of flesh flew across the battlefield, staining the earth red and dyeing fallen leaves with blood.
In an instant, figures flew through the air, corpses littered everywhere, and blood flowed freely on the ground.
Wang Yi leaned against a tree trunk and slowly stood up, his Azure Flow Sword planted into the ground. A trickle of blood flowed down from the sword's body, resembling a Blood Sword.
Run!
Wang Yi immediately plunged into the Deep Forest, leaving without looking back.
Although he was not afraid of death, he wanted to live. Living meant hope, living meant success. As long as he gave himself time, Zhou Yan and Zhao Ren would all die.
I want to survive!
"Damn it," Zhou Yu said coldly.
"Activate the second plan immediately. Be sure to bring me Wang Yi's head; otherwise, you don't need to come back," Zhao Shanyu said in a cold voice.
"Yes," the two Gray-Robed Elders bowed.
With that, they transformed into two shadows and vanished into the vast mountains.
"Brother Zhou, there's no need to be angry. Wang Yi is already seriously injured; I believe he won't get far," Su Ming said ominously.
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