"Senior Brother Pang died just like that?"
"To think that Senior Brother Yang's combat strength would be this terrifying. He killed Senior Brother Pang with a single move!"
"I reckon that Senior Brother Yang's current combat strength is comparable to Senior Brother Fang's!"
A disciple who had just joined the academy could not help but ask, "Which Senior Brother Fang?"
"Of course, it's the current number one of the inner sect, Fang Qingyun."
"Just Now, I wonder what's the name of the supreme mystic power that Senior Brother Yang used. To think that it could deplete Senior Brother Pang's lifespan of hundreds of thousands of years! How terrifying!"
"I didn't hear it clearly. I think it's called Instant or something."
The surroundings of the Sword Discourse Arena were bustling.
Some cultivators had already rushed to the inner sect to inform them of this matter.
Life and death were not determined on the Sword Discourse Arena. However, two people had died in succession today. One was the disciplinary elder and the other was a Rank 9 Heavenly Immortal of the inner sect. This would definitely cause an uproar in the academy!
Su Zimo had a calm expression.
Elder Teng and Pang Yu were the ones who were unreasonable in the first place and he was only forced to retaliate. As long as the academy was fair, he would not be punished.
Instant Youth was created through the comprehension of the two mystic powers – Barren and Saber of Time – to the extreme.
The flow of time was completed in an instant with the support of that mystic power. Instant Youth was gone!
No matter how much lifespan Pang Yu had, even if he had a lifespan of 300,000 years, it would be difficult for him to survive Instant Youth.
Of course, there would be no effect if Instant Youth was slashed on a Perfected Immortal.
Perfected Immortals had condensed their Dao Fruits and their Quintessential Essence would protect their bodies. The power of Instant Youth could not penetrate them at all.
If Pang Yu was prepared and used another supreme mystic power to resist Instant Youth, he would not have died.
Unfortunately, Pang Yu did not take Su Zimo seriously at all.
He had not expected that Su Zimo would be able to release a power that could threaten him!
All his attention was on Yang Ruoxu.
His sharpness and strength were all gathered on his sword fingers as he unleashed an earth-shattering clash against Yang Ruoxu!
Right at this moment, Instant Youth descended.
Of course, Su Zimo was clear about one thing.
Although Pang Yu had fallen to Momentary Youth, it did not mean that he could kill a Level Nine Heavenly Immortal head-on.
The difference in strength between the two sides was too great.
Not to mention a Level Nine Heavenly Immortal, even a Level Three or Level Four Heavenly Immortal would be hard for him to withstand.
He was aware of his own limitations.
If Yang Ruoxu had not appeared at the end and attracted all of Pang Yu's attention and strength, he might not have been able to succeed.
Pang Yu's death could be said to have been at the hands of Su Zimo.
However, there were also many coincidences and coincidences in between.
Just as Su Zimo was deep in thought, he suddenly sensed something and looked up.
Yang Ruoxu, who was in front of him, had turned around and was looking at him meaningfully. There was a complicated look in his eyes.
Some were shocked, some were enlightened, and some were emotional …
Everyone thought that Pang Yu had died at Yang Ruoxu's hands.
However, Yang Ruoxu knew that Just Now, the strength of his punch was not enough to kill Pang Yu, nor could it achieve such a terrifying effect.
If it wasn't him, then who could it be?
There were only three people on the Sword Discourse Arena.
Pang Yu was already dead. If it wasn't him, then it could only be a third person.
This matter could be hidden from everyone except Yang Ruoxu.
"It was me …"
Su Zimo had just opened his mouth and said two words when Yang Ruoxu suddenly frowned slightly and waved his hand, interrupting Su Zimo's words.
"Don't admit to this matter."
Yang Ruoxu said in a low voice with a grave expression.
Su Zimo was about to ask when a soft shout sounded from afar.
"What's going on!"
From the direction of the inner sect, a few figures tore through the air at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, they had already arrived and descended slowly.
The leader was dressed in a dark green robe with auspicious clouds embroidered on it. His black hair was tied up and he had a dignified appearance. He had a calm expression and a long sword hung at his waist.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Fang!"
The surrounding cultivators cupped their fists and bowed.
Fang Qingyun, the number one of the inner sect!
Behind Fang Qingyun, there were four other cultivators, a man and a woman. All of them were refined and had outstanding auras, comparable to Yang Ruoxu!
The man and woman were called Tang Peng and Yan Bingying. They were extremely famous in the inner sect and could be ranked in the top ten in combat strength!
Among them, Yan Bingying was even known as the number one fairy of the inner sect and had many rumors about her with Fang Qingyun. However, neither of them had announced it publicly.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Tang and Senior Sister Yan."
Many cultivators bowed once more.
Fang Qingyun's gaze was sharp and he caught sight of Pang Yu who died on the Sword Discourse Arena right away.
However, his expression did not change as he narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Ruoxu who was not far away without any emotions.
"Senior Brother Pang!"
When Tang Peng saw Pang Yu's corpse, his eyes widened as he exclaimed and rushed up the Sword Discourse Arena.
Yan Bingying also reached out and covered her cherry lips as she exclaimed.
"You did it!"
Tang Peng raised his head and glared fiercely at Yang Ruoxu opposite him, saying coldly with a ferocious expression.
"It was me."
Yang Ruoxu did not hesitate and agreed immediately.
"Hand over your life then!"
Tang Peng was murderous as he hollered. Slapping his storage bag, he withdrew a pair of shimmering golden gloves and wore them on his palms.
The pair of gloves covered Tang Peng's palms completely.
Furthermore, his fingernails were as sharp as knives. When they collided with each other, they let out clanging sounds and sparks – they resembled a pair of sharp eagle claws!
Swash!
In a flash, Tang Peng vanished from the spot.
Teleportation!
Yang Ruoxu frowned slightly.
If it was a normal fight, he should have teleported away by now as well.
However, Su Zimo was right behind him. If he left, there was a high chance that Su Zimo would be killed on the spot by Tang Peng who was in a frenzy.
At that thought, Yang Ruoxu remained still and swiped his storage bag. Suddenly, a long sword appeared in his hand and he stabbed towards the void behind him!
Initially, there was nothing there.
However, right after Yang Ruoxu's sword stabbed out, Tang Peng's figure suddenly appeared and extended his sharp golden claws, grabbing down.
Yang Ruoxu's sword met it at the right time.
Clang!
When the sword and claws collided, an ear-piercing sound of metal could be heard.
Tang Peng shuddered slightly and left once more in a flash.
He was extremely fast and was only a streak of light left on the Sword Discourse Arena. The outer sect disciples could not catch up to his movement technique at all!
Even with Su Zimo's vision, he could not lock onto Tang Peng and could only see afterimages.
Su Zimo only looked at it for a short while before he felt dizzy!
He was secretly shocked.
The inner sect disciples of the academy were way too strong!
If Pang Yu had not been distracted by Yang Ruoxu and was not prepared for Momentary Youth, he would not have been defeated in a single strike.
Tang Peng obtained a great opportunity when he was young and managed to change his bloodline with his marrow. With the bloodline of the Great Roc race flowing through his body, he was born with shocking speed!
Within the inner sect, Tang Peng's movement technique was number one!
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