Miao Yi countered with a question, "Am I really that bad in Young Master Yang's eyes? Don't worry, Young Master Yang. I'll be back soon. These few people won't be able to do anything to me! "
"No!" Yun Fei Yang firmly objected. He wouldn't let Miao Yi take the risk.
To him, it didn't matter if he couldn't get a good ranking. As long as he could ensure Miao Yi's safety, someone would go to his grandfather, Yun Aotian, and act like a spoiled brat. If anything happened to Miao Yi, then he would be in deep trouble.
Miao Yi said, "Bai Ziliang and I have a grudge. He wanted to kill me, so how could I let him off easily? Young Master Yang, I cannot retreat from this battle! "
Yun Fei Yang also found an excuse, "No! It's too late now. No one wants to team up with you! "
At this moment, the opponent shouted again, "Why don't you dare to accept the challenge!"
"There's no need to team up to kill a few thieves!" Miao Yi scoffed. He couldn't be bothered to ask for Yun Fei Yang's permission. Spreading his arms wide, a black mist surged out, and the man and steed donned their armor, with the Inversed-Scales Spear in hand.
When Yan Beihong saw that he was determined to go, he said, "I'll go with you!"
"No need! I'll be back soon! " He then quickly transmitted his voice over, "Big Brother Yan, allow me to borrow your name for a moment!"
Borrow my name? Yan Beihong was taken aback. What did he mean by that?
When Yun Fei Yang saw the situation, he knew that this person was determined not to listen to his advice! He immediately said angrily, "I won't allow it!"
Miao Yi knew he wouldn't be able to reason with him, so he didn't waste any more words. His mount shot out like an arrow released from a bow!
"You …" Yun Fei Yang pointed at Miao Yi, who had left without permission. He was so angry that he started laughing. 'I've spent so much effort to protect you, yet you insist on throwing your life away. What do you take me, Yun Fei Yang, for? Immediately, he gritted his teeth and said, "You treat my kindness as ill intent. Go to hell! If you die, then so be it. I'm not going to serve you anymore!"
What he said was purely out of anger.
Yan Beihong and Miao Yi were close friends, so there was no way he would let Miao Yi fight alone. Holding the saber in his hand, he was about to charge forward!
The roar of a dragon resounded through the air. Miao Yi halted his steed and suddenly pointed his spear at Yan Beihong with a cold gaze. He stopped him and sent a deep voice transmission, "Big Brother Yan! Even though Miao Yi was useless, he didn't want to be looked down upon by his younger sister who had been separated from him for so many years! I, Miao Yi, am fighting for my honor. My death is not to be regretted. I beg Big Brother Yan to grant my wish! "
Yan Beihong glanced at Yue Yao, who was watching the battle in a daze. Suddenly, he let out a heavy "hai" and flipped the saber in his hand. Shua! He stabbed the saber into the ground. Holding the saber hilt, he tilted his head and closed his eyes, not saying a word!
The leader of the other party shouted, "Who are you?!" He also wanted to know who the person Bai Ziliang wanted to kill was.
Miao Yi turned around and shouted, "Yan Beihong is here!"
Charcoal excitedly kicked its four hooves in the air. Every time this happened, it was when it was the most excited.
The moment the name 'Yan Beihong' was uttered, Bai Ziliang, Yue Yao, Kong Zhi, and the others committed it to memory. So this person was called Yan Beihong!
"Yan Beihong?" Yun Feiyang, who was panting with rage, was taken aback. He asked around in surprise, "What did he say his name was?"
Yan Beihong abruptly opened his eyes. At first, he didn't understand why Miao Yi wanted to borrow his name. But now, he seemed to have understood something.
Taking a deep breath, he softly helped Miao Yi resolve the situation. "He has a grudge against Bai Ziliang. He doesn't want to reveal his real name to Bai Ziliang in case Bai Ziliang takes revenge on him."
"Will that work?" Yun Feiyang was confused.
In the Celestial Nation's camp, Gu Sanzheng and the others exchanged glances. What was going on? How did Miao Yi become Yan Beihong? Could it be that we really got the wrong person?
"Zhao Fei, what is the meaning of this? It should be Miao Yi! The sound of the spear in his hand is enough to prove it! "Situ Wuwei transmitted his voice to Zhao Fei.
Zhao Fei replied, "Brother Miao must have his reasons for doing this. Let's not expose him!"
As he said this … At the same time, he looked around to see if there were any familiar faces from the Red Scarves Alliance. Fortunately, there wasn't a single one. He had already noticed this when he was looking for people to form a team with. Still, he couldn't help but take a look out of concern for Miao Yi.
Miao Yi had sacrificed his life. In this cultivation realm where everyone was wary of him, he had finally found himself a few friends.
"Why aren't your teammates coming out to fight? Could it be that the Devil Nation is filled with cowards?"
"There's no need to muster so many people just to kill a few scumbags. I alone am more than enough!" Miao Yi shouted in reply, then quickly charged forward on his steed.
The crowd was instantly in an uproar. They had only just entered the arena, and everyone was still trying to figure out the situation. But in the end, a single person had appeared in the first round. This caused everyone to hold their breaths as they stared at the arena with widened eyes.
The challenger had been forcefully pointed out by Bai Ziliang, so they were still a little worried at first. However, when they saw that only one person was participating, they immediately perked up.
"You're courting death. Don't blame us for this. Attack!" the leader shouted. The ten riders immediately split into two groups and charged forward.
One rider clashed with the other ten riders.
As though he was cleaving through the waves, the rider charged forward with a cacophony of clanging noises as he instantly pierced through the ten riders.
The spear thrust was like a dragon, and the cold glints of light instantly blew past like a blizzard. The speed of the spear thrust was dazzling to the eyes.
"Harrumph …" Charcoal came to a sudden halt and let out a violent neigh. Miao Yi brandished his spear with one arm, the spearhead dripping with blood as he pointed it at Bai Ziliang with a cold gaze.
The draconic roar of the Inversed-Scales Spear was still echoing in the arena, but the battle was already over!
The ten riders that had crossed paths with each other ran far away. However, the ten riders on their steeds had all fallen to the ground. Their final instinctive movement was to cover their necks, which were bleeding profusely. Their necks had exploded, and all ten heads had been sent flying. Their bodies were still twitching on the ground, but they weren't dead yet.
The speed of the spear thrust was too fast, too sharp, too steady, and too accurate. It was as though it could even destroy a mountain in front of it.
No one could see the exact details. All they saw was Charcoal charging forward faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, he had already pierced through the enemy's ranks. They couldn't see the movements of the dazzling spear, but they could vaguely see that every movement of the spear was accompanied by a spray of blood.
It was as though he was cleaving through the waves. In the blink of an eye, the rider had pierced through the enemy's ranks, and the ten riders were instantly blown away by a gust of cold wind.
The twenty thousand spectators at the scene were eerily silent. They were either watching with widened eyes, or their pupils were abruptly contracting.
It wasn't just the spectators. Yue Yao, Hei Wuya, Feng Ruxiu, Kong Zhi, and Ba Jie were all stunned as well. Even these experienced and knowledgeable people were stunned by this spear thrust. That spear thrust, which seemed like an illusion, was so breathtaking that it made their hearts tremble!
They asked themselves, 'If I didn't have a transcendent artifact, would I be able to block this spear thrust?' The answer was no!
With the spear pointed at him, Bai Ziliang felt as though his heart was being pierced by a needle. As he stared at the spear thrust coming at him, he felt as though a heavy boulder was pressing down on his body, making it hard for him to breathe.
Beside him, Lan Susu couldn't help but reveal a look of fear in her eyes. That spear thrust was simply too terrifying. The reverberating roar of a dragon was enough to make one tremble in fear.
In the Celestial Nation's camp, Gu Sanzheng, Zhao Fei, and the others were dumbfounded. Even though they already knew that Miao Yi's spear art was powerful, they never imagined it to be this terrifying!
Yan Beihong was a little stunned as well. He slowly turned to look at the large saber in his hand. He was rather proud of his own saber art, and only now did he realize that Miao Yi hadn't used his full strength when they fought before.
However, he believed that he could understand why Miao Yi would do so. That breathtaking spear thrust just now wasn't meant to be held back. Once it was unleashed, it would be fatal. Clearly, Miao Yi wasn't going to use this kind of spear art against him, because Miao Yi had never intended to kill him!
Yun Feiyang's face was still filled with anger as he glared at Miao Yi. However, his expression froze, and his mouth gradually widened to the point where one could stuff an egg inside. His face was gradually filled with disbelief!
'Little Brother! Did you see that? Did Big Brother's spear strike still catch your eye? Did it embarrass you? '
Miao Yi asked in his heart as he pointed his spear at Bai Ziliang. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. It was a dizziness that made it hard for him to breathe. All of his energy and transcendence energy seemed to have been sucked dry in that instant.
He felt like he was about to fall off his horse, but a single thought kept him hanging on.
Charcoal's front hooves landed on the ground, and he slowly retracted the spear he was pointing at Bai Ziliang. He really couldn't hold it for much longer. He slowly placed it on Charcoal's back, trying his best to keep himself from passing out. He tried his best to take in air, trying his best to maintain his composure.
His consciousness gradually returned to him, and he slowly recalled what had just happened.
Just now, he had only unleashed a single spear strike at the ten people charging at him. However, that single spear strike had transformed into ten spear strikes. This was the culmination of ten years of painstakingly practicing spear arts on the island, as well as dozens of years of usage.
When he unleashed his spear strike, all of his willpower had condensed into a single point, condensing into a single and exclusive wish. He didn't have any other thoughts, and his entire being had reached the true realm of emptiness. He only wanted someone to see that he, this Big Brother, wasn't so useless!
Thus, this one and only belief had fused dozens of years of spear arts into this single spear strike. This spear strike had ten transformations, and each transformation had fused his essence, Qi, transcendence energy, spear, and person to the pinnacle, reaching a realm that he had never touched before.
When he unleashed his spear strike, he even ignored the attacks from the ten people. He allowed his body to crash into the weapons that he hadn't been able to withdraw in time to defend himself, and used his protective armor artifact to forcefully ram his way through.
When Miao Yi woke up, he felt his entire body go limp. This spear strike had truly exhausted him, but there was an indescribable excitement hidden in his heart. In the past, he had always felt that his spear arts had reached the limit of what he could display, even if his cultivation had increased.
It was only at this moment that he knew that he had broken through the shackles, and allowed his spear arts to reach a new realm. In the past, he only knew that man, arts, and spear were one, but now he had comprehended the fusion of essence, Qi, and spirit.
However, the consequences of this kind of advanced comprehension were severe. This spear strike of ten transformations had already far surpassed the limits of his cultivation, and almost drained his entire being.
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