Moreover, they were outer sect disciples of the 36th Sword Peak that could be bullied by anyone. They were just odd-job workers.
"Tsk …"
Before Zhang Qing could finish speaking, Su Yi's figure had disappeared like a ghost. It was as if he had turned into an afterimage and was already far away.
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
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It was still the connected simple courtyard. The limestone floor was mottled and carried the vicissitudes of time.
Some of the young men and women were lying on the ground and were unable to get up. Their mouths were mottled with blood, their faces were pale, and their hair was disheveled.
There were also a few who were barely supporting themselves with their swords as they supported each other.
Even so, the corners of their mouths were dripping with blood, their hair was disheveled, and their clothes were dyed red with blood. They were in a sorry state and miserable state.
Xu Jiahui was also in the field. She was drenched in blood, and her hair was stained with blood. Her face was as pale as ash, and she was lying on the ground without the strength to get up. However, the stubbornness in her eyes did not diminish.
"Xu Jiahui, you're refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Do you really think that you can sit back and relax just because that fella is here? I've said that I won't let that fella off!"
Teng Ming's resentful voice was ear-piercing. He stood next to Xu Jiahui and looked down at Xu Jiahui with hatred in his eyes.
At this moment, Teng Ming's right hand was tied with a bandage. He seemed to have consumed a healing pill, and his pale face was much better.
Xu Jiahui struggled to sit up. She supported herself with her sword and looked at the 50 over young men in front of her. She glanced at them and said, "You've gone too far. When Elder Su returns, he won't let you off."
"Elder Su will stand up for you odd-job workers? What a joke."
Teng Ming sneered. When he saw his bandaged hand, the hatred in his eyes increased.
"Teng Ming, is that fella here yet?"
Not far away, a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old spoke. His face was quite handsome, and he wore a tight-fitting long robe that accentuated his temperament. He could be considered a handsome young man, but there was a hint of gloominess in his eyes.
Beside this young man, there were seven or eight young men of similar age. They were all dressed differently, but their overall temperament and aura were clearly stronger than the remaining forty or so youths.
Teng Ming immediately turned around when he heard the young man in the tight long robe speak. He squeezed out a smile on his face and said with a hint of flattery, "Senior Brother Wang Qi, that kid should be here soon. Please teach that kid a lesson and avenge me when the time comes!"
"I have a pretty good relationship with Senior Brother Teng Guang, and we're all brothers of the same sect. You're his younger brother, so I'll naturally help you vent your anger when you're bullied."
The young man called Wang Qi nodded faintly, but his gaze towards Teng Ming was filled with disdain.
If not for his brother, Teng Guang, why would he stand up for Teng Ming?
However, Teng Ming was only an outer sect disciple, and it was a piece of cake for him. When the time came, Teng Guang would owe him a huge favor.
Once Teng Guang really became a direct disciple, Teng Ming would naturally benefit from it, and Teng Ming would not suffer a loss.
Teng Ming was even more confident when he heard Wang Qi's words. That fella dared to injure him, which caused him to suffer a huge loss of face this time.
In particular, since his hand was injured, he would not be able to participate in the sect's competition soon. This meant that he would lose the opportunity to become an inner sect disciple, so how could Teng Ming not be resentful!
"Swish …"
The sound of something rushing through the air was heard, and a figure was rushing over from afar.
Everyone's gazes immediately shifted to the front.
That figure was very fast, and he appeared in the middle of the square in a few breaths' time. His black hair was draped over his shoulders, and his figure was thin but tall. His gaze was deep, and he carried a broken sword on his back, which was very eye-catching.
The person who came was Su Yi, who hurried over. When he heard that Xu Jiahui was severely injured and her cultivation base was going to be crippled, he immediately rushed over.
When Su Yi saw everything in the square, his face gradually turned green, and a faint red light flickered in his eyes.
"It's him, it's that fella."
Among the 40 to 50 outer sect disciples who came with Teng Ming, a few of them had just suffered a huge loss in the morning, so they were still fearful when they saw the young man, and they instantly exclaimed softly.
Wang Qi and the other eight to nine older youths immediately looked at Su Yi curiously.
When they saw such a young outer sect disciple, Wang Qi and the others did not take him to heart, and they revealed faint sneers on their faces.
Beside Wang Qi, a few youths had gloating expressions on their faces as they watched the show.
On the other hand, when the severely injured outer sect disciples on the 36th Sword Peak saw Su Yi, their solemn expressions revealed some joy, and their eyes were filled with anticipation.
"Su Yi, leave quickly. They have many people, and there are inner sect disciples. You … can't defeat them!"
When she saw Su Yi, the expression on Xu Jiahui's pale face changed greatly. There were so many inner sect disciples and dozens of outer sect disciples. No matter how strong Su Yi was, how could he be a match for so many people?
An inner sect disciple was already very strong.
Any inner sect disciple had a cultivation base above the Yuan Profound Realm. Xu Jiahui could not help but worry for Su Yi.
"Pfft …"
When her voice fell, the blood in her body surged, and Xu Jiahui spat out another mouthful of blood.
Su Yi slowly clenched his fists and looked at the severely injured Xu Jiahui. The expression on his face became more and more ashen.
When Teng Ming saw Su Yi, his heart instinctively trembled. There was an inexplicable fear in his heart, as though he was a mouse that had seen a tiger.
Teng Ming's heart palpitated for no reason when he saw the invisible aura, especially when he looked into the eyes, and he wanted to retreat.
However, when he thought about how Wang Qi, a few inner sect disciples, and forty to fifty outer sect disciples were present, how could they not be able to deal with this kid with so many helpers?
As he thought about this, he secretly took a deep breath and suppressed the fear in his heart. He sneered and said to Su Yi coldly, "Hehe, kid, you've finally appeared. I've said that I won't let you go. You won't be able to jump around for long!"
Su Yi stared straight at Teng Ming and clenched his fists so tightly that a cracking sound could be heard from his knuckles. He then looked at Xu Jiahui and walked forward step by step. He asked, "Miss Jiahui, how are you?"
"I'm fine. Leave quickly. I don't need you to care about me. They won't dare to do anything to us. After all, outer sect disciples are still disciples. They won't dare to take our lives!"
Xu Jiahui was worried and asked Su Yi to leave.
Xu Jiahui knew that Teng Ming brought Wang Qi and the others here to seek revenge on Su Yi. They would definitely not let Su Yi off easily.
In the morning, Su Yi attacked Teng Ming because of them.
At the end of the day, this was their problem, and it had nothing to do with Su Yi.
"Shut up. You refused a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. B * tch, I don't dare to kill you, but I can cripple you!"
As Teng Ming watched Su Yi walking toward him step by step, an invisible pressure was getting closer. Teng Ming's expression changed, and his heart trembled. When he heard Xu Jiahui's words, he became bolder and kicked Xu Jiahui hard.
Bang!
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