Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 508: Fighting for a Place to Stand Together (Reunion)

"You little bastard, how dare you destroy Chen Er's cultivation? Who gave you the guts?"

In the stands, Venerable Huang Quan's eyes were bloodshot, and he immediately slammed the table and stood up. His angry roar mixed with fighting spirit instantly exploded in everyone's heart.

Wang Chen was abolished?
As soon as these words were spoken, not only the people in the stands, but even the three venerables on the seats all turned solemn, obviously knowing very well the impact this matter would bring.

The independent cultivator completely defeated the chief of Sifang Pavilion and even crippled him with ease. This was not only a great shame for Huangquan Pavilion, but even Fenglei Pavilion, the organizer, would be accused of incompetence!

"How is this possible?!"

Lin Yan and the others, who were originally worried about Xiao Yan, felt as if something was stuck in their throats and couldn't utter a word for a long time. They were almost driven crazy by the scene before them.

Without using any cultivation, just by stimulating the qi and blood, he blew Wang Chen alive and turned him into a cripple?
Did he treat the chief of Huangquan Pavilion as a stray dog ​​on the roadside?
"This guy, after only a few years of not seeing him, has become so terrifying. His physical body is so terrifying that even Senior Sister Zi Yan can hardly compare to him, right?"

Lin Yan knew that Xiao Yan had a strong body, so he was the only one among the crowd who could still barely maintain his sanity. His vision was hazy, and finally focused on the position on the stands.

He knew that if he just defeated Wang Chen, there was still a chance of recovery. But now, Wang Chen was in a state where he was worried about his life, not to mention his cultivation. It was definitely a fight to the death.
Facing the wrath of Dou Zun, even staying alive would be a luxury for him!
"Damn it! It's only the first day I've been with you, and you're already trying to kill me!"

Lin Yan's lips trembled, but he took stiff steps and slowly walked to Xiao Yan's side. "Let me make it clear, you die first, I want to live a little longer."

Although he complained, Lin Yan had no intention of distancing himself from it, and stood in front of them with his head held high.

Seeing Lin Yan's fearless look, Xiao Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked curiously:

"Who told you I had to die? I haven't even had time to shine yet and you're already discussing who will die first. Let me make it clear, if you're in a hurry to die, then go ahead and I won't accompany you."

Seeing the other party's calm demeanor, Lin Yan was shocked and opened his mouth wide: "But that Huang Quan Zun?"

Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Reverend Huang Quan will definitely not give up. However, he is not the only one who has the final say in the Sifang Pavilion."

As expected, Venerable Huang Quan's face was as gloomy as water at this moment. If the other three venerables had not stopped him, he would have killed Xiao Yan in an instant and turned him into one of the wronged souls of Huang Quan.

His tone was cold and stern as he asked, "Venerable Lei, your Fenglei Pavilion is the organizer of the competition. Now that my disciple Wang Chen's cultivation has been crippled, don't you intend to give an explanation?!"

Upon hearing this, Venerable Lei's face twitched, and he was also very annoyed by the black-robed man's impulsive behavior.

To be honest, he was quite impressed by the strength displayed by the man in black robe, and even intended to recruit him into Fenglei Pavilion after the competition.

But who could have imagined that although this boy was powerful, his character was so perverse and violent that he dared to beat the chief of a pavilion into a cripple in public!
With the cunningness of Lei Zun, it was naturally impossible for him to choose to protect the other party, so he could only symbolically smooth things over:
"Huang Quan, you should know that in a competition, swords and knives have no eyes, and that black-robed man has concealed his cultivation level. Even if my Fenglei Pavilion wanted to protect Wang Chen, I'm afraid it would be difficult for us to react instantly."

Huang Quan's gaze suddenly turned cold: "What is your attitude?"

Lei Zun's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a forced smile, "Haha, since this is a feud between Wang Chen and the black-robed contestant, there is naturally no need for my Fenglei Pavilion to get involved. You two can handle it between yourselves."

As soon as these words were spoken, a trace of contempt flashed through the hearts of both Sword Venerable and Wind Venerable.

Although Venerable Lei appears to be doing his job impartially, anyone with a discerning eye can easily see the hidden meaning of shielding in his words.

The entire Huangquan Pavilion was behind Wang Chen. How could the black-robed man, a casual cultivator without a sect or school, stand in the way of the other side? It was clear that they wanted to sacrifice him to appease the Huangquan Pavilion's wrath.

After hearing what Venerable Lei said, Venerable Huangquan's gloomy face looked much better.

"You little bastard, since you destroyed Chen'er's cultivation, you will replace him and become the new chief of my Huangquan Pavilion." He smiled grimly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Given the black-robed man's talent, it would be a pity to kill him like this. If he were to use secret techniques to transform him into a puppet, Huang Quan Zun could be sure that this boy would become a far superior helper than Wang Chen.
With this thought, Venerable Huangquan shook his sleeves and instantly appeared above the sky. A huge wheel as bright yellow as gold slowly took shape behind him.

In an instant, the pressure from the Venerable covered the entire Fenglei Pavilion. Countless people who were filled with awe knelt on the ground like bamboo poles, looking at the figure in the sky with great fanaticism.

The Venerable is like the sky!
A Dou Zun-level expert can easily decide the life and death of hundreds of millions of people in Zhongzhou with just one sentence!
"As a mere casual cultivator, being able to participate in the Four Directions Pavilion Competition is already a blessing. But not only are you ungrateful, but you have also destroyed the cultivation of the chief of the Yellow Springs Pavilion, turning him into a useless beast. Do you know your crime?!"

Reverend Huang Quan seemed to be speaking the divine law, and every word he said contained immense pressure. As the words accumulated one by one, they finally echoed in the hearts of Xiao Yan and the others like a huge bell.

Lin Yan had never felt such pressure before. In a moment, he could no longer bear it. Blood kept flowing out of his mouth and nose, his knees trembled, and he made a loud noise as he could not bear the pressure.

"Is this Dou Zun? He is indeed so terrifying. It is not unfair to die at his hands."

Lin Yan was bewitched and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of awe. The expression on his face gradually turned into the same fanaticism as others.

However, just when he was about to lose control and kneel on the ground, Xiao Yan, who had been silent, suddenly walked forward and put his arm around his shoulders.

"Wake up!" Xiao Yan whispered, and the pervasive Fallen Heart Flame emerged and instantly penetrated into Lin Yan's soul, burning him so much that he shuddered and screamed in pain.

Lin Yan came back to his senses and looked to the side. After seeing the look in Xiao Yan's eyes, he immediately understood the whole story. He touched his body with fear:
"Fuck, this old guy can even bewitch people with his words. Isn't that too scary?"

"When you become a Dou Zun in the future, you will definitely be stronger than this old thing."

Xiao Yan smiled, then turned his head and looked upwards calmly:

"Senior, the competition has a rule that as long as you haven't shouted surrender, you can do whatever you want. This isn't just my opinion; everyone present has heard it."

"The rules were set by you, the Sifang Pavilion. Are you going to go back on your word in public now?"

"Rules?" Huang Quan Zun was unmoved and sneered, "My words are the so-called rules!"

"Oh?"

Xiao Yan turned sideways to look at the stands, clasped his fists in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, and said, "May I ask the three venerables, does Venerable Huang Quan's words represent the opinions of the entire Sifang Pavilion? Does this so-called Sifang Pavilion competition really not allow independent cultivators to win?"

Such heart-piercing words made the three venerables in the stands frown, and the organizer, Venerable Lei, had an even uglier expression. It was obvious that he did not expect the other party to speak so bluntly.

Although strength is respected in the Douqi Continent, credibility and reputation are naturally extremely important parts if a force wants to develop to a certain level.

If we directly admit that what Huangquan Venerable said is true, then not only the reputation of Huangquan Pavilion, but also the reputation of the entire Sifang Pavilion will be greatly damaged!
Venerable Lei's expression changed for a while, but he finally coughed lightly and said to Venerable Huang Quan in a low voice: "Huang Quan, don't go too far!"

This little bastard.
Venerable Huang Quan was even more furious, but he was obviously a little afraid of what Venerable Lei said, so he had to change his words:
"If you can bring up a force that I fear today, then this matter will be over. Otherwise, just surrender. I don't want to embarrass Lord Lei too much."

Although it was less domineering, anyone could tell that what Venerable Huang Quan said was not much different from before.

It is nothing but a pipe dream to expect a casual cultivator to bring forth a force that even Huangquan Pavilion fears. It is not feasible at all.

On the other side, Wang Chen, who had just woken up from a coma, had now realized his current situation. He looked at Xiao Yan with a vicious and ferocious look, wishing he could pull out his tendons and bones.

The pain of having his cultivation abolished tortured Wang Chen to the point of madness. He knew that even if he was lucky enough to save his life, his future status in the Huangquan Pavilion would plummet. Given the temperament of Huangquan Venerable, it was only a matter of time before he was expelled from the sect.

Because of this, when Wang Chen saw Xiao Yan being threatened by Huang Quan Zun, he felt a twisted sense of pleasure in his heart. Vicious words came out from between his teeth, word by word.

"Little bastard, this time, no one can save you!!"

The looks in the crowd were either of pity or confusion, but they all felt a sense of regret - this biggest dark horse in the history of the Sifang Pavilion Competition might only be a flash in the pan.

No one dares to offend the majesty of Dou Zun.

For a moment, Xiao Yan rarely continued to argue, but fell into a long silence.

After confirming his victory, Huang Quan Zun suppressed his anger, showing no sadness or joy: "Since there is no such thing, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for offending someone you shouldn't have offended."

However, at this moment, an extremely discordant and pleasant voice quietly rang out in the silent venue.

"Senior, you are wrong. The Sifang Pavilion Competition was not founded by you alone. You can afford to lose this person, but others may not be able to."

"Who?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the pupils of Venerable Huangquan suddenly constricted. He never expected that someone could escape his soul perception.

In an instant, amidst the scene of tens of thousands of people kneeling on the ground, a floating icy shadow suddenly went against the flow and blocked the invisible pressure coming from the sky.

The girl's long sea-blue hair danced wildly in the wind, her figure swayed, and she appeared beside Xiao Yan like a dream.

"To be honest, I'm a little tired." Xiao Yan said half-jokingly.

"I know." Hun Ruoruo responded softly.

She casually took the black robe that was torn off by the other party, held it in her arms, and then looked at the terrifying figure in the sky that was like a bright sun.

We meet again, sitting side by side.

(End of this chapter)