Chapter 58

Chapter 58 - I'll Take Your Life!

No one had expected Shen Hui to be so daring.

What was even more astonishing was that for years, Shen Hui had claimed to be a Mid-Green Rank Spiritualist, but his current clear display of Early-Blue Rank spiritual pressure indicated that he had been concealing his true strength all along!

At this moment, Shen Hui exerted all his power and appeared in front of Ye Xiyao in the blink of an eye. Ye Xiyao's face turned grim, but she had no way to dodge. She could only raise her ancient sword, Zhan Fei, and block with all her might!

"Clang!"

A resonant sound echoed on the Lingyun Platform, causing everyone's eardrums to vibrate slightly. Ye Xiyao stumbled back ten steps, feeling a piercing pain in her chest and abdomen. A surge of blood rushed upward, and a vivid scarlet stain seeped from the corner of her mouth!

However, Ye Xiyao managed to withstand Shen Hui's fatal strike with all her might!

One should know that a Blue Rank Spiritualist's deadly blow could flatten an ordinary house, let alone a Crimson Rank Spiritualist. Even a Green Rank Spiritualist would suffer severe injuries from such an attack. Yet, not only did Ye Xiyao endure it, she... she was still alive? !

But wasn't she supposed to be a good-for-nothing? How could this be...

For a moment, everyone present was stunned. Shen Hui, in particular, widened his eyes in disbelief. He quickly regained his composure and gathered his strength again, planning to take advantage of the opportunity to eliminate Ye Xiyao once and for all.

But the Ye family wasn't made of paper. After allowing Shen Hui to launch a surprise attack, they wouldn't tolerate a second one! Without waiting for Shen Hui to make another move, the enraged Old Marquis Ye Hong launched his full power and pounced directly at Shen Hui.

"Shen cur, you dare lay a hand on Yao'er? I'll take your dog life!"

As a Mid-Stage Green Rank martial artist, Ye Hong was only one level higher than Shen Hui, but his spiritual pressure was more than triple that of Shen Hui's. In an instant, Shen Hui sensed danger and tried to dodge, but Ye Hong's palm already struck towards his chest!

Ye Hong's eyes were bloodshot. Even if this palm didn't kill Shen Hui, it would surely leave him severely injured, damaging his spirit root. However, just as the situation became critical, a black figure flashed past, blocking Ye Hong with a single move.

"Hold on, Marquis Ye."

The man spoke calmly. Everyone focused and realized that the one who had intervened was Lingyun Hall's envoy, Zhang Yunhai, overseeing the initial selection of the Gu Ma competition in Li Kingdom.

Zhang Yunhai was almost seventy, short in stature with white hair and beard. Since the beginning of the Gu Ma preliminary, he had kept his gaze lowered, sitting silently in the audience. If not for his green-robed envoy attire of Lingyun Hall, no one would have paid attention to him.

Yet, with a single hand, he had stopped Old Marquis Ye Hong's furious blow, revealing that he was at least a Blue Rank Spirit User!

With the Lingyun Hall envoy stepping in, the Shen and Ye families naturally didn't dare cause further trouble. Although Ye Hong halted his attack, he showed no intention of backing down, clearly determined to confront the Shen family to the end.

"Marquis Ye, the Gu Ma preliminary has yet to conclude. Please prioritize the bigger picture," Zhang Yunhai said again. Upon hearing this, Ye Hong, still seething with anger, reluctantly held back. He snorted coldly and returned to his seat.

The contest continued. On the Lingyun Platform, Ye Xiyao couldn't help but scoff. She immediately wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and without another word, she approached Shen Feiyan once more.

By now, Shen Feiyan had already fainted from the excruciating pain of having her limbs severed. But how could Ye Xiyao possibly let her off so easily? She raised her hand and slapped her across both cheeks, left and right.

The pain roused Shen Feiyan back to consciousness. As she opened her eyes, they instantly met Ye Xiyao's cold, merciless gaze...