Upon seeing this scene, all the Elders and personal disciples present were completely dumbfounded. From their point of view, as the last disciple of the Patriarch, Feng Yunyang's talent was definitely the best in the Calm Sea, making him invincible among his peers.
Previously, Feng Yunyang had easily defeated the two personal disciples. Many people believed that he had not used his full strength, but now, how could he be defeated by Yi Yun in one strike?
A few days ago, Yi Yun had defeated Song Bowen in one move. Now, he had defeated Feng Yunyang in one move as well! There was almost no difference!
What sort of strength did Yi Yun have? The patriarch might as well take Yi Yun in as his last disciple.
"Didn't you hear what I just asked you?"
Following Yi Yun's question, Mirage Snow's blade constantly sliced into Feng Yunyang's cheek. The entire right side of Feng Yunyang's face froze. It felt like needles were stabbing into it.
At this moment, his heart was filled with extreme fear. Coupled with the bone-chilling cold, he trembled and said, "I … I'll speak …"
"My strength is inferior … inferior to Bai Shanhe, and … Lin Xintong …"
"Who is Lin Xintong? What is her background?"
Yi Yun asked again.
However, Feng Yunyang had no idea that he was only a disciple of a tiny sect in the Seven Desolates ancient continent. He was not a member of the White Lunar Divine Empire. He shook his head in a daze. "I … I really do not know. I only know that she is the last disciple of the White Lunar Goddess Empress."
Upon hearing Feng Yunyang's answer, Yi Yun frowned. He was not satisfied with the answer.
He was not a hundred percent certain that Lin Xintong was his wife, but on careful thought, he had heard from Princess White Fox that Lin Xintong had a fortuitous encounter that greatly increased her strength. He also knew that Lin Xintong had come to the Sinkhole.
There were as many Sinkhole warriors as there were grains of sand in the Ganges River, so it was not strange for there to be people with the same name. However, if they were top geniuses, the number would be greatly reduced. The chances of them having the same name were very small.
"Yi Yun! What are you doing? Quickly release Junior Brother Feng Yunyang! "
Seeing that Feng Yunyang's head was about to be sealed in ice, Cang Wu bellowed.
Yi Yun turned around and looked at Cang Wu. This glance made Cang Wu feel a little weak.
Yi Yun was too odd. Why was he so powerful? Feng Yunyang was already a fourth-storey Dao Palace warrior. Furthermore, he had excellent talent. Yet, Yi Yun had easily defeated him. Didn't that mean that Yi Yun had strength that neared that of an ordinary Supremacy?
This thought alarmed Cang Wu. In that case, wouldn't the sect master be taking Yi Yun in as his last disciple? Could it be that he would be the Myriad God Ridge's sect master in the future?
It was not only limited to Cang Wu. Many people shared the same thought. Yi Yun's brutal beating of Feng Yunyang might seem like an affront to the patriarch, but according to the Myriad God Ridge's tradition, he would be rewarded and trample Feng Yunyang beneath his feet.
Once Yi Yun's status skyrocketed, would they have a good time offending him?
It was especially so for Zhang Tianxing and Song Zhanchen. The color in their faces had drained from their faces. If Yi Yun were to gain the upper hand, it would no longer be a problem of them suffering. Perhaps, their entire family clans would be wiped out of the Myriad God Ridge! At that moment, Zhang Tianxing and Song Zhanchen were in no mood to care about their juniors being killed.
"Junior Brother Yi, it's best you leave Feng Yunyang to me. He's the Patriarch's disciple after all."
Cang Wu knew that he could not repress Yi Yun, so he mentioned the patriarch.
Yi Yun furrowed his brows. He had not managed to get the question he wanted to ask, and there was no value in keeping Feng Yunyang alive. Furthermore, he did not know what the Myriad God Patriarch was thinking. Feng Yunyang was probably of great use to him, so Yi Yun naturally would not kill Feng Yunyang at that moment.
Yi Yun kicked Feng Yunyang's body, sending him tumbling and spinning a few times before landing in Cang Wu's hand.
Touching Feng Yunyang's body felt like touching a block of ice. Cang Wu took a deep breath and took out a pill from his interspatial ring to feed it to Feng Yunyang.
Everyone looked at each other. No one expected that Feng Yunyang would be instantly killed by Yi Yun.
"Young Master Yi, sorry for the offense. Please do not take it to heart."
"Young Master Yi, you have truly broadened my horizons today. I originally thought that Feng Yunyang was a rare genius in the world, but I never expected that Young Master Yi is a monstrous genius that reigns supreme in the Sinkhole."
Many people present spoke in an extremely embarrassed manner, trying their best to redeem their image in Yi Yun's heart.
At that moment, they felt as though they had just swallowed a fly. What the hell was going on today? A group of people had come in high spirits to arrange for Feng Yunyang to stay in Sunken Moon Tower, but in a blink of an eye, Feng Yunyang had been beaten black and blue. Even they had been implicated.
"Let's go. Let's find the sect master."
Cang Wu was extremely depressed. He was a proud person and had previously targeted Yi Yun in all sorts of ways. Now, he could not bring himself to put in a good word for Yi Yun. All he could do was quickly leave.
The group of people left with their tails between their legs. Yi Yun naturally continued staying in Sunken Moon Tower. No one dared to ask him to move out again.
…
Fifteen minutes later, in a dark hall, the Ascending Dragon Cauldron stood in the middle of the hall. Yuan Qi lingered around the cauldron as though it was burning with black flames.
A red-dressed boy stood in front of the Ascending Dragon Cauldron. He faced the Ascending Dragon Cauldron and had his back to the door. Behind the red-dressed boy was a gray-robed elder. He was none other than the Myriad God Ridge's sect master.
"My Lord, Feng Yunyang has been defeated by Yi Yun. Furthermore, he has lost an arm. This arm has been sealed in frost Qi and burned by the black flames. It's not impossible to reattach it, but it will take a lot of time and natural treasures."
"I already know." The red-dressed boy said in a deep voice. His voice was as hoarse as ever. "He is a failure. He only has passable talent. I have spent a lot of resources on him, allowing him to have his present strength. Yet, he is proud of it and thinks highly of himself. He is truly foolish!"
Upon mentioning Feng Yunyang, the red-dressed boy revealed a look of disgust. If not for the fact that he was of great use to his disciple, he would have smacked him to death.
"What do we do about that Yi Yun? He's just too arrogant. Previously, he killed two personal disciples, Song Bowen and Zhang Wuchen. Now, he has severely injured the Feng Yun faction. He thinks nothing of the Myriad God Ridge's rules. If we don't deal with him, he might go from bad to worse. But then again, his talent is the highest I've ever seen in my life.
I don't know how to deal with him either. "Upon mentioning Yi Yun, the red-dressed boy revealed a rare frown. From his point of view, Yi Yun was like an unfathomable pool of water. He did not seem like a young man at all.
"Since this Yi Yun was able to stir the dragon soul in the Ascending Dragon Cauldron, his bloodline must be rather pure. Let's keep him alive for now and monitor his every move. I do not wish for any accidents to happen at the final juncture."
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