Devouring Soul Emperor

Chapter 322: Chapter 322: Yang Zhibai?

"Hmph. What’s the matter? No one’s talking? Weren’t you a bunch of sharp-tongued little scumbags just a moment ago? Cat got your tongue now?"

Dong Jingshan said with a smug sneer.

Chu Qingyun and the others could only grit their teeth and glare furiously at Dong Jingshan.

The oppressive aura of a Celestial Spirit Realm expert forced them to focus all their energy on resisting it. They didn’t even have the strength to speak!

"Hahaha! Just a few Level One Martial Spirit whelps, and they dare provoke our Patriarch? They’re simply courting death!"

"Look at this pathetic lot. They can’t even speak, yet they dare come to the Great Xia Martial Palace for a life-and-death challenge. Do they even know what death means?"

"Fuck, you still dare to glare at us? Believe it or not, I’ll gouge your eyes out and stomp on them like grapes!?"

Seeing Chu Qingyun and the others in such a sorry state, the men Dong Jingshan had brought with him all roared with laughter and began to mock and insult them relentlessly.

However, none of them noticed that the look in Chu Qingyun’s eyes was growing colder and colder.

Before arriving, Chu Qingyun had even considered that the Small Spirit Realm cultivator the Dong Family would send to the stage might not be a volunteer, but someone forced into it against their will. He had even thought about whether he should show them mercy and let them live.

But now, it seemed that wouldn’t be necessary.

’They all deserve to die!’

"Dong Jingshan, what are you doing!?"

Just as Dong Jingshan and his men were gloating, an angry shout erupted from behind them. It was Elder Qin, who had arrived backstage with Qin Ya.

Seeing Elder Qin, Dong Jingshan no longer dared to be so audacious and sullenly withdrew his aura.

As the pressure vanished in an instant, Chu Qingyun and the others couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan. They all staggered back two steps, the Qi Blood churning violently in their chests.

The weaker of the group, Sun Daxiong and Huang Yinghao, even coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Applying the pressure so suddenly and then withdrawing it just as abruptly—one had to admit, this Dong Jingshan was utterly shameless!

"Hmph, you little beast. You’re lucky this time. But once you’re on that stage, there will be no one left to protect you!" Dong Jingshan snorted, then turned and walked to the side.

"Chu Qingyun, are you all right?" Qin Ya walked over, asking with concern.

Chu Qingyun shook his head and discreetly activated the Profound Celestial Divine Pattern to stabilize the Qi Blood within his body. "It’s nothing serious."

Elder Qin followed behind her. Facing Chu Qingyun, he discreetly pulled a small jade box from his sleeve, handed it over, and said in a low voice, "Young Master Chu, take this..."

Seeing this, a peculiar look appeared in Chu Qingyun’s eyes.

He knew without even thinking that what Elder Qin was giving him had to be an elixir. The two of them had actually had the same idea...

Chu Qingyun smiled, gently pushing Elder Qin’s hand away. In a hushed voice, he said, "Ahem, no need to trouble yourself, Elder. I’ve already prepared such things."

Elder Qin was stunned for a moment before he understood.

’Chu Qingyun inherited that senior’s Alchemy Dao legacy. He must know plenty of pill formulas. How could he not have prepared by refining some combat-enhancing elixirs beforehand?’

Instantly, his confidence in Chu Qingyun’s victory grew.

"Haha, that’s even better. It seems I was being meddlesome," Elder Qin laughed, withdrawing the elixir.

Meanwhile, Yang Zhibai, who had previously been scared off by Xiao Feng and his friends, found Dong Jingshan. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"Uncle, let me fight the first match! That little beast dared to cripple my cousin’s eyes, and he had the gall to look down on me! I must personally crush him to death!"

Yang Zhibai’s face was twisted with malice as he looked at Dong Jingshan.

But Dong Jingshan just glared at him. "Hmph, you think you can crush Chu Qingyun? He’s a Great Xia Dragon Guard genius who mastered Sword Qi and was once invincible in the Martial Master Realm. Who the hell do you think you are, spouting such nonsense when you’re at the same level? Get lost!"

Dong Jingshan felt helpless when it came to this nephew of his.

He had just arrived from a lesser city and had only been in the County City for two days.

In his hometown, he had been force-fed resources to become a Level One Martial Spirit at a young age. As a result, he was praised to the heavens by everyone, and over time, he developed a conceited and arrogant personality, looking down on the whole world.

Even after arriving in the County City, where his strength was nothing special, that personality of his was difficult to change overnight.

Dong Jingshan sent Yang Zhibai away with a curse, then turned with a dark expression and said in a low voice, "The plan remains unchanged. Dong Yaoming will go first. Yaoming, this is a battle to the death. Are you confident?"

"Rest assured, Patriarch," Dong Yaoming said with complete confidence. "That Chu Qingyun has only just advanced to the Martial Spirit Realm. This time, I will definitely cut him down on the stage and avenge Young Master Fan!"

"Good!" Dong Jingshan nodded in satisfaction. "Yaoming, if you can kill Chu Qingyun this time, I will reward you handsomely. I will make sure you take that final step and advance to a Level Three Martial Spirit!"

"Thank you, Patriarch!"

Dong Yaoming’s face flushed with excitement.

However, Yang Zhibai, who had been cursed out and sent to the side, was filled with unwillingness and resentment. His eyes darted back and forth as he was clearly scheming something.

Amidst the ceaseless roar of the crowd, the life-and-death challenge officially began!

Chu Qingyun was the first to step onto the stage. The Thundercloud Sword hung at his waist, and his expression was indifferent, showing little emotion. However, anyone who looked closely would have seen the frigid chill deep in his eyes.

This time, he had come to kill!

From Dong Jingshan’s despicable tactics to the provocations and insults from the Dong Family’s Small Spirits, he had no intention of holding back whatsoever!

Next, a Small Spirit from the Dong Family ascended the stage from the other side.

But, unexpectedly, it wasn’t Dong Yaoming, whom they had just agreed upon. It was... Yang Zhibai! frёewebηovel.cѳm

When he saw Yang Zhibai on the stage, Dong Jingshan’s eyes flew wide in shock. He whipped his head around to look at Dong Yaoming, who should have been on the stage but was now standing idly below it.

Meeting his Patriarch’s questioning gaze, Dong Yaoming looked completely helpless.

Just a moment ago, Yang Zhibai had rushed over. Invoking his status as the Patriarch’s nephew, he had pressured Dong Yaoming, insisting on taking his place to fight Chu Qingyun on the stage.

"That imbecile! That animal! That worthless piece of shit!"

Watching Yang Zhibai on stage, smugly waving to the audience below, Dong Jingshan was so furious he couldn’t help but start screaming curses.

’Does he think this is his backwater hometown? Does he think he’s facing some ordinary Level One Martial Spirit? Does he think this life-and-death challenge is a game?’

’This is the County City! He’s facing the top genius of the Lianshan County Great Xia Dragon Guards! This is a life-and-death challenge—every fight ends in a death!’