Her originally red lips were now a little pale. She seemed a little tired, but no one thought that she was weak. It was as if her sword was quietly placed by her side, but it had already said a thousand words.
The battle had shocked everyone. They looked at the blood-red Divine Sedan of Judgment and did not speak for a long time. The front yard of Peach Mountain was silent.
Ye Hongyu's swordsmanship was completely different from the sacred sword style of Haotian Taoism. It was cold and murderous. The most shocking thing was her style in this battle.
The skinny old man was second only to Zhao Nanhai among the Divine Priests of the South Sea. His West-Hill Divine Skills were profound and exquisite. Even if he was not as good as Wei Guangming, he was definitely better than Ye Hongyu.
Before her sword pierced the middle-aged man's heart, the skinny old man had already stretched out his finger. At that time, if she had ignored him or stabbed the middle-aged man and returned, she would not have been forced into a desperate situation by the tall and thin old man. If it was anyone else in that kind of dangerous situation, they would probably have made the same choice.
But Ye Hongyu did not care. She killed the middle-aged man in front of her. She used her body to block the skinny old man's finger. Then she cut off the old man's finger in a strange way that no one could have imagined.
The strong willpower and absolute confidence in her choice sent a chill down everyone's spine. The Great Divine Priest of Judgment had used such a dangerous method to kill!
It was not until then that people remembered that before she became the ruler of the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade, she was the Tao Addict who was famous for her fighting skills. She was the Tao Addict who had killed countless people.
The result of this battle was beyond many people's expectations.
People knew Ye Hongyu's talent in cultivation and her strength. But cultivation always depended on time. After all, she was too young. Therefore, after she became the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, people in the cultivation world had always suspected that if the former Great Divine Priest of Judgment had not been injured in the battle of Wei Guangming's escape from the You Prison, she would not have been killed by the young Ye Hongyu.
Because of this, after the middle-aged man who ranked fourth among the South Sea Divine Priests displayed the demeanor of a grandmaster, people in the front yard of Peach Mountain no longer thought highly of her. When she condensed a thousand swords to break out of the chariot and break out of the Confinement, people's opinions changed a little. However, when the thin and tall old man stretched out his finger, people still thought that she would fail.
She didn't lose. Even when the two experts from the Southern Sea joined forces, she still won cleanly and cleanly. In the battle, she displayed the power and killing intent of the current Adjudicator. She believed that after today's battle, no one in the world would dare to question her qualifications to sit on the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade, and no one would dare to disrespect the Adjudicator.
Xiaoyu, the girl from the South Sea, looked at the Divine Sedan of Judgment with a pale face. She had noticed Ye Hongyu's emotionless look when she returned to the sacred sedan.
Ye Hongyu was looking at her father, not her, because there was no proud girl from the South Sea in her eyes. If it had been a moment ago, the South Sea girl would have felt that this was contempt and humiliation. She would definitely have been enraged, but now, she had to admit that this was the truth.
She was also a cultivation genius. She had reached the Knowing Destiny State at the age of seventeen, which was extremely rare in the history of cultivation. However, she lived in the remote and barren South Sea and had no reputation in the cultivation world. Every time she thought of the so-called Three Addicts of the cultivation world of the Central Plains, she felt contempt and injustice, thinking that they were just lucky people.
Since she came to the Central Plains from a small town in the South Sea, what she wanted to do most was to defeat the Three Addicts, the most famous in the cultivation world. She wanted to tell everyone that only she and her cousin were the real cultivation geniuses.
That was why when she passed by Mogan Mountain, she wanted to meet the legendary Calligraphy Addict in the Black Ink Garden. That was also why she challenged Ye Hongyu after coming to Peach Mountain.
However, the Calligraphy Addict did not even fight with her. Ye Hongyu killed her Fourth Uncle in front of her, and then cut off one of the fingers of the Uncle-Master whom even she respected.
If the Tao Addict was so powerful, how weak could the Calligraphy Addict be? The girl from the South Sea looked at the sacred sedan with a pale face. She thought that the cultivation world of the Central Plains was indeed a terrifying place. No one could be famous because of luck.
Everyone in the front yard of Peach Mountain was surprised by Ruling Sword's imposing manner. Only two people had already guessed the result of this battle, because they were very familiar with Ye Hongyu.
It was interesting to say that Ye Hongyu was the Great Divine Priest of Judgment of the West-Hill Divine Palace. But the people who were really familiar with her and knew her to the bone were the two disciples of the Academy.
Chen Pipi had lamented before the battle that the people from the South Sea were courting death by provoking that crazy woman. Ning Que, who was hiding in the crowd, had been smiling without saying a word.
Chen Pipi only knew that Ye Hongyu was cruel, crazy, and powerful. Ning Que also knew why she was so powerful. Just as Ye Hongyu had said, in the cultivation world where cultivation states and manners were so important, only she and Ye Hongyu were the ones who truly knew how to fight. They had risked their lives for each other several times. She knew his shamelessness and cruelty, and he also knew that there was a cold golden thread in her body. They were truly on the same path.
Apart from the people, there was also a sword that was watching the battle. The sword had been floating quietly in the air in front of the altar. It belonged to Liu Bai and was the most powerful sword in the world. However, since Liu Bai did not come to the Peach Mountain personally, the sword was just an inanimate object in the eyes of the crowd. They did not pay much attention to it. In the fierce battle, they had even forgotten about the existence of the sword. Therefore, no one saw that when Ye Hongyu flew out of the sacred sedan and stabbed the middle-aged man with her sword, the sword nodded slightly in the autumn wind, showing its approval. Because that sword was the Great River Sword Style, and the foot in front of her was the secret art of the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom.
"The Great Divine Priest of Judgment is indeed the youngest Great Divine Priest of West-Hill in a thousand years." Zhao Nanhai looked at the blood-red sacred sedan and spread his hands. He said solemnly, "I, Zhao Nanhai, the descendant of Light, challenge you."
Zhao Nanhai was the most powerful cultivator from the South Sea. Even though he did not gain the upper hand in the battle of Psyche Power with the national master of the Golden Tribe, his true strength was the Divine Skills of West-Hill. To be able to stand as still as a Peach Mountain before the Psyche Power of the national master of the Golden Tribe, one could imagine how terrifying he would be if he went all out.
In terms of seniority, he was of the same generation as the Hierarch Master. He was Ye Hongyu's Uncle-Master. That was why he had spoken rudely to the Divine Sedan of Judgment earlier. However, he addressed Ye Hongyu respectfully now. This meant that he recognized Ye Hongyu's right to be the Great Divine Sedan of Judgment.
This showed his respect for the Divine Hall of Judgment and his determination to defeat Ye Hongyu.
After six hundred years, the South Sea returned to the Divine Halls of West-Hill with great determination and hope. In Zhao Nanhai's eyes, the South Sea could definitely shock Peach Mountain in terms of cultivation state. Moreover, after the war with the Academy, the Divine Halls of West-Hill had suffered great losses. Most of the Divine Talisman Masters were wiped out, the Great Divine Priest of Revelation was dead, and the Hierarch was seriously injured. The only one left to support the Divine Halls was the Tao Addict, Ye Hongyu.
Who would have thought that when they came to Peach Mountain, they would find that the Hierarch, who was rumored to be seriously injured and on the verge of death, had actually fully recovered. It seemed that he was even more powerful than before. And the young Great Divine Priest of Judgment, who they thought had an undeserved reputation, had completely suppressed the momentum of the South Sea lineage by himself!
Zhao Nanhai could not allow this situation to continue. Otherwise, he would not be able to overthrow the Hierarch and take back the Divine Hall of Light that once belonged to him. That was why he did not hesitate and challenged Ye Hongyu again in the sacred sedan.
The young Great Divine Priest of Judgment was indeed powerful, but he was still confident that he could defeat her.
In the sacred sedan, Ye Hongyu rested her chin on her hand and closed her eyes, as if she did not hear what Zhao Nanhai said.
She did want to fight with Zhao Nanhai before because she was very interested in the Divine Skills of West-Hill of the South Sea. But now she did not want to because she was tired. Besides, many things would happen in the Rite to Light today. The people from the Academy had not arrived yet. She had already shown her power with the Sword of Judgment. She did not want to waste more energy.
The inheritance of the Great Divine Priest of Judgment relied on killing and blood. But this did not mean that the person sitting on the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade had to accept endless challenges. If that person did not want to accept challenges, then those who wanted to seize the position of the Great Divine Priest of Judgment must first kill a bloody path to the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade.
She raised her right hand. The divine priests and black-robed deacons of the Divine Hall of Judgment outside the sacred chariot were ready for battle. Hurried hoofbeats came from the front yard. More than two thousand Papal Cavalrymen began to gather, ready to charge. Even the big array in Peach Mountain began to show its power.
She was the current Great Divine Priest of Judgment, so she had the right to fight if she wanted to. If Zhao Nanhai did not want to fight, then he could kill everyone from the Divine Hall of Judgment first. She never cared about dignity on the battlefield, nor did she respect courage. As mentioned before, she and Ning Que were different in the cultivation world. When needed, they would never hesitate to send a group of subordinates to fight a single enemy.
The Divine Hall of Judgment was ready to crush the South Sea. Previously, the South Sea could enter the front yard of Peach Mountain because they were all orthodox Taoism. Now that the Great Divine Priest of Judgment had raised her hand, they could not care less about Taoism.
Listening to the dense hoofbeats from afar, Ye Hongyu closed her eyes and thought, "Two thousand Papal Cavalrymen can kill all of you. Do you think you are Jun Mo?"
The people of the South Sea looked at the two thousand cavalrymen who had appeared in the front yard. They sensed the hidden power of the matrix on Peach Mountain and their expressions became extremely ugly.
They had been drifting in the South Sea for hundreds of years, cultivating day and night. Although they had reached a high state, their thinking was still rigid. They did not expect Ye Hongyu to ignore the dignity of the Divine Hall of West-Hill and choose the most domineering way to deal with the challenge of the Great Divine Priest.
"It has been six hundred years. Is Taoism going to kill each other again?"
Zhao Nanhai stared at Ye Hongyu in the blood-colored sacred sedan and said in a low voice.
The Divine Hall of West-Hill held the Rite to Light today. Only the Hierarch knew the secret behind it. Everyone else thought that the Rite to Light was an ambush against the Academy. No one expected that the successor of the South Sea's Light would suddenly return to Peach Mountain and cause such a stir.
Although the Great Divine Priest of Judgment had shown great power in the previous battle, no one dared to underestimate these people who had cultivated in the South Sea for many years. They thought that even if the Divine Hall of West-Hill could crush these people to death, they would have to pay a heavy price, which would affect the Divine Hall's arrangements for the Academy.
Even though the Rite to Light had already begun and Chen Pipi was almost purified by the Divine Light falling from the sky, the people from the Academy had yet to appear. However, everyone present firmly believed that the people from the Academy would definitely appear. It was just that they did not know when they would appear.
Because of this, the Divine Hall of West-Hill did not want to start a full-scale war with the South Sea. The Dean of the Revelation Institute looked at Zhao Nanhai and said coldly, "The Great Divine Priest of South Sea's memorial tablet is still in the side hall of the Divine Hall of Light. The Divine Hall of West-Hill has never denied that you are the orthodox Taoism. The fact that you could enter Peach Mountain means that Haotian recognizes your piety. But if you dare to disrupt the sacred Rite to Light, don't blame the Divine Hall for punishing you for your disrespect!"
"The Great Divine Priest of Revelation has returned to the Divine Kingdom and there is no successor. Who dares to talk about Heaven's will!"
Zhao Nanhai ignored him and turned to stare at the Hierarch's tall figure in the sedan. He shouted, "The mortals may not know, but everyone in the Divine Hall of West-Hill knows that the Zhishou Abbey is the Tianshu of Taoism. The man on the altar is the only child of the abbey dean. How dare you sacrifice him to Haotian. Aren't you afraid of Haotian's wrath?"
It was very quiet around the altar. Many people already knew about Chen Pipi's background, but no one dared to say it. To them, it meant that the internal strife within Taoism had reached the point of no return. They did not expect the people from the South Sea to point it out. The expressions on the faces of the dozen or so old divine priests became complicated.
The Dean of the Revelation Institute saw the change in the atmosphere and knew that he could not let this man continue. Otherwise, no one knew what the people in the Divine Hall who still respected the Zhishou Abbey would do.
He shouted, "This man is indeed the abbey dean's son, but he has become a disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy and a student of the Second floor of the Academy. This alone makes him a traitor. What right does he have to live?"
The South Sea girl Xiaoyu heard this and realized that the Divine Hall of West-Hill really wanted to kill Chen Pipi. It was not entirely a trap to ambush the Academy. Her face turned pale and she shouted, "Who dares to kill my man!"
Chen Pipi did not feel close to his mother's family from the South Sea, nor did he like Ye Hongyu. Therefore, he had been watching the show with great interest. The West-Hill Divine Guard guarding him could not stand his pestering. Even though they could not really bring him melon seeds, they poured him a bowl of water.
He was drinking water from the bowl and happily watching the Divine Hall of West-Hill and the South Sea quarrel. He thought to himself that he had not lived in vain to watch such a show before he died.
However, he didn't expect to hear the South Sea girl's loud shout immediately afterwards … Men? Whose man? I'm your man?
With a puff, Chen Pipi spat out all the water in his mouth. The front of his academy uniform was wet.
He looked at the girl in front of the altar and felt sad. It was fine if she wanted to recognize him as her relative, but how could she be so reckless? What kind of show was this when he became the male lead in the end?
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