Ye Futian's voice and the guqin music fell at the same time. Everyone's hearts trembled.
Zhou Mu, who was painting, raised his head and saw the musical storm descending. His Life Spirit roared and a terrifying spiritual energy surged forward. However, it was useless. The spiritual storm descended and everything was destroyed.
His painting was immediately swallowed up, and the Spiritual Qi in the air became chaotic. Then, Zhou Mu was engulfed by the guqin storm. He had a pained expression on his face, as if he was a lonely soldier on the battlefield, and what was coming for him was an army of thousands.
Puff … Zhou Mu spat out a mouthful of blood. He was sent flying and fell to the ground.
Everything happened too fast. Everyone was caught off guard. After Ye Futian's arrogant words, he stood up as if the battle was over. He was so confident.
Everyone finally came back to their senses. They stared at the handsome figure in front of them. The wind blew and his white robe fluttered. The quiet and elegant young man was now showing off his abilities.
The battle between the Guqin Devil and the Art Saint's disciples had been decided.
The Art Saint had crippled the Guqin Devil. Now, his disciple had been crushed. It was not an evenly matched battle like everyone had imagined.
Moreover, Ye Futian's plane was lower than Zhou Mu's.
Also, what did Ye Futian's words mean?
There had been many rumors in Donghai Academy. The Guqin Devil's disciple, Ye Futian, had barged into the Luo Palace arrogantly and was defeated by the Art Saint's disciple, Zhou Mu. The news had spread like wildfire. Before, no one would have believed Ye Futian's explanation. But now, the truth was right before their eyes. Everyone had to doubt the authenticity of the rumors, just like the rumors about Hua Jieyu a few months ago.
Zhou Mu's face was pale. After a while, he stood up and stared at Ye Futian coldly. "It's just a defeat. It doesn't decide anything. What's the point of denying the previous battle?"
Everyone's eyes flashed. Zhou Mu was not going to admit defeat.
"Ridiculous." Ye Futian looked at him mockingly. "Do you really think you defeated me in the Luo Palace? Did you know that when I was about to finish you off, a senior who specialized in spiritual attacks attacked me secretly? That's why you didn't embarrass yourself. "
Ye Futian's words caused an uproar. A senior had attacked Ye Futian and Zhou Mu in the Luo Palace? Isn't this a little too despicable?
It was said that the Art Saint, Lord Luo, and the Vice Headmaster of the School of the Emperor Star were present at that time. If something like that really happened, wouldn't those three be the biggest suspects?
In that case, Ye Futian had to leave even if he didn't want to.
"You're slandering me." Zhou Mu's face darkened when he heard Ye Futian's words. He did not believe it.
"How dare you!" An elder from the School of the Emperor Star stepped forward. It was the Vice Headmaster of the School of the Emperor Star, Han Mo, who had been present that day.
"Ye Futian, it's fine that you've won today. How dare you slander your seniors? You have no respect for your elders," Han Mo said coldly.
Ye Futian looked up at Han Mo. Had this old guy finally put away his hypocrisy?
"Of course I know that the person who made a move that day was not Senior. However, just because Senior didn't make a move doesn't mean that others won't. How can you say that I'm slandering you?" Ye Futian said with a smile. The expressions of the surrounding people changed. Ye Futian's words seemed to be implying something.
Hearing his words, Han Mo stared daggers at Ye Futian. Ye Futian raised his head and looked at him calmly. He was very unhappy with the School of the Emperor Star. He felt that the School of the Emperor Star was fake, domineering, and cold.
From allowing Mu Yunxuan to hurt Fox with rumors, to not allowing him to set foot in the School of the Emperor Star. Back then, he stood on the Art Saint's side and wanted to arrange a marriage, which led to his teacher's tragedy. Now, he was ambitious and wanted to take control of Donghai Academy alone, which led to Yu Sheng's injury.
Although he did not say anything, he had been accumulating anger in his heart for a long time. It exploded today. That was why he was standing in front of the School of the Emperor Star, challenging Zhou Mu, and playing the General's Command. It was as if he was venting his anger.
"Lord Luo and the Art Saint are both respected seniors. Everyone present at the time was also people of status. How could they attack an arrogant junior like you?" Han Mo said coldly.
"There were many people present at the time. I don't know who it was," Ye Futian said coolly. "However, the School of the Treasury Star is one of the seven schools of Donghai Academy. If two Eight-starred Glory Plane cultivators could work together to attack a Five-starred Glory Plane disciple of the School of the Finance Star, what's so strange about an attack?"
This guy … Everyone stared at Ye Futian. He was stirring up trouble and dragging the School of the Treasury Star into this.
"Your School disciple was arrogant enough to block the gate and provoke us. The School of the Treasury Star naturally taught him a lesson. What's so strange about that?" Han Mo continued coldly. "You, on the other hand, slandered your senior today. If you don't explain yourself, you won't be able to explain yourself."
"Since when does the School of the Finance Star need to explain anything to you?" Someone said coldly. In the crowd, Yi Xiang had appeared out of nowhere. He looked up coldly at Han Mo and said, "Han Mo, you're the vice headmaster of the School of the Emperor Star. How dare you bully a disciple of the Finance Star school? How arrogant. "
Seeing Han Mo and Yi Xiang appear one after the other, the crowd couldn't help but tremble. Things seemed to have gotten out of hand.
"Headmaster Yi, didn't you hear that your School of the Finance Star is slandering your senior?" Han Mo was not afraid of Yi Xiang and replied coldly.
"Are you slandering me?" Yi Xiang asked Ye Futian.
Ye Futian smiled and said, "It's easy to see if it's slander. When I fought against Zhou Mu that day, I was forced back by the summoned beast that Zhou Mu drew. I was at a slight disadvantage, so I'll try again today."
With that, he looked at Zhou Mu and said, "Even though I've improved a lot in the past few months, I'll give you enough time to draw your strongest summoned beast. I won't release my Life Spirit and will only attack with pure martial arts. If I can't defeat you in one move, then I'm slandering you."
"How arrogant." Everyone looked at Ye Futian. He let Zhou Mu draw his strongest summoned beast and release his strongest attack. Ye Futian attacked with pure martial arts and wanted to defeat Zhou Mu in one move. This was insane. If Zhou Mu lost, he wouldn't be able to show his face in Donghai Academy anymore.
After all, many people claimed that Zhou Mu defeated Ye Futian. Zhou Mu didn't deny it either. It was as if he agreed.
"What do you think?" Yi Xiang looked up at Han Mo.
Han Mo's face darkened. What else could he say when Ye Futian was so arrogant? He looked at Zhou Mu.
Zhou Mu's face was dark. Ye Futian's words were an insult to him.
"Okay." Zhou Mu stepped forward and stood in front of Ye Futian. He released his Life Spirit and squatted down to draw.
Yi Qingxuan walked up and took the guqin in front of Ye Futian. Thus, Ye Futian faced Zhou Mu, who was painting, calmly.
Looking at Ye Futian's calm expression, the crowd couldn't imagine why he was so confident. He wanted to defeat Zhou Mu with pure martial arts and even let Zhou Mu paint.
Spiritual Qi gathered around Zhou Mu's brush. He was extremely serious. It was as if all his energy was focused on his painting.
Gradually, the crowd saw a life-like golden dragon appear on the ground. It seemed like it could leap into the sky at any time.
This golden dragon contained a frightening amount of Spiritual Qi. The dragon's scales were life-like. No one knew how strong its defense would be. Many people were worried for Ye Futian. Just with martial arts?
Zhou Mu didn't care about what the crowd thought. He focused and made every detail perfect. As the Art Saint's disciple, his talent was undeniable. It was only because he was facing Ye Futian that he couldn't do it.
Finally, when Zhou Mu finished his last stroke, the gigantic Golden Dragon circled around his body and moved upwards. The light of Zhou Mu's Life Spirit enveloped the Golden Dragon, causing its eyes to look extremely demonic. It stared at Ye Futian.
"So powerful." The crowd watched from afar. They could feel how terrifying the golden dragon was.
Ye Futian's expression was as calm as ever. He reached out and golden Spiritual Qi gathered in his palm. The Spiritual Qi solidified and turned into a huge golden rod. He wasn't using Spiritual Qi to cast spells. Instead, he was forming a spiritual weapon. This was considered martial arts.
When Ye Futian clenched his fist, a strong battle intent exploded from his body. The battle intent was shocking. An invisible force gathered around his body and grew stronger. The battle intent seemed to merge with the heavens and the earth. The crowd felt that Ye Futian had turned into a young god of war. He was unparalleled.
Zhou Mu moved. He stepped forward. The golden dragon seemed to be attached to him and moved forward with him.
With a loud roar, Zhou Mu roared in anger. The holy golden dragon went berserk and attacked Ye Futian with unparalleled power.
"Boom." Ye Futian moved. He took a step forward, and the ground shook. A terrifying force seemed to gather on his body.
"Die!" Zhou Mu roared. The golden dragon pounced. Ye Futian waved the golden rod in his hand. His spiritual force merged with the heavens and earth and he smashed it towards the golden dragon.
The first strike of the Nine Heavenly Attacks, Split the Heavens and Earth.
The golden rod landed on the golden dragon's head. It turned into the sharpest weapon in the world. It split the dragon's body in half and continued forward.
Everyone's hearts trembled. The young god of war was unstoppable. He split everything in his way. Even if it was a real dragon, he would split it in half.
"Boom!" The dragon's body exploded and the golden rod disappeared. However, Ye Futian's hand grabbed Zhou Mu's neck and lifted him into the air.
Zhou Mu's face was ashen.
Ye Futian lifted his head slightly and looked at Zhou Mu. "How did you defeat me last time?"
Zhou Mu didn't reply. He couldn't.
Ye Futian looked at Han Mo and said calmly, "The so-called genius of the School of the Emperor Star is only so-so. After today, there will be no more battles for the Qin Devil and Art Saint inheritors. Zhou Mu doesn't deserve it."
With that, Ye Futian threw Zhou Mu in the direction of the School of the Emperor Star.
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