The person who just asked the question shook his head and said, “If you ask , Anling Yao is being foolish. It’s just a spot in the examination, not even a guaranteed entry to the inner sect. Could it be worth more than his own life?”
“Exactly,” another chid in with a sigh. “Chen Jian is at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, just a step away from the Soul Splitting Stage. anwhile, Anling Yao is only in the early level of the Nascent Soul Stage. Even if they’re both doctors, neither particularly skilled in swordsmanship or combat arts, Chen Jian could still cripple or kill him without breaking a sweat. Such a sha—Anling Yao had such a promising future.”
“Are you talking about Anling Yao?!”
As he was lanting, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out beside him—a young man’s voice, sharp with shock, like a sudden clap of thunder right by his ear.
The person in question was startled. When he turned around, he saw a handso young man looking straight at him with a frown.
He quickly replied, “Yes, Anling Yao agreed to a life-or-death duel with Chen Jian to reclaim his spot in the examination. By now, he’s probably already…”
Before he could finish speaking, Xi Yue had already disappeared in a flash.
The crowd gathered around the Destiny Arena suddenly felt a powerful force surge through them, pushing them back uncontrollably.
Soon there was a slender young man agilely weaved through the crowd.
As Xi Yue reached the edge of the arena, her gaze quickly fell on Anling Yao, who lay beaten and bloodied. His face was so bruised that it was barely recognizable.
With Anling Yao pinned under his foot, Chen Jian burst into loud laughter. “Anling Yao, don’t bla —bla that brat Xi Yue. Just so lowly warrior from the Dark Cloud Realm, thinking he can throw his weight around because he’s got a Divine Doctor’s title, daring to sha the Chen Family? Who do you all think you are? Even a dragon would have to bow low in the territory of Heavenly dical Valley, let alone insects like you.”
“Let this be a lesson for you,” Chen Jian sneered. “This ti, I’ll settle for just your hands. But next ti, I won’t leave a single mber of the Anling Family alive. Make sure you pass this ssage on to Xi Yue!”
As he spoke, he kicked Anling Yao hard in the abdon.
By now, Anling Yao could no longer even scream. His body was kicked into the air, blood spurting from his mouth and painting a crimson arc as he flew.
Chen Jian’s sword shot upward again, whistling through the air as it flew toward Anling Yao. He poised to sever his hands in a final, brutal strike.
Suddenly, a figure streaked through the air like a gust of wind, catching the bloodied Anling Yao mid-fall. With a swift motion of their hand, Chen Jian’s flying sword clattered to the ground with a faint tallic ring.
Everyone was shocked by this sudden turn of events.
A strikingly handso young man descended slowly to the ground, carrying the unconscious Anling Yao gently in his arms.
Many in the crowd looked on, uncertain and curious, trying to guess the young man’s identity. anwhile, Chen Jian gritted his teeth and blurted, “Xi Yue!”
But soon, he burst into a wild laugh. “You actually show up in the end.”
That letter had been sent to Xi Yue on his orders, ant to provoke him into showing up for Anling Yao’s sake. If Xi Yue hadn’t co, Chen Jian would have crippled Anling Yao out of spite and then gone after Xi Yue later.
To his surprise, fate seed to favor him. Not only had he crippled Anling Yao, but Xi Yue had shown up as well.
On that day, he would reclaim the Chen family’s lost honor and dignity.
Xi Yue landed swiftly, gently laying Anling Yao on the ground. With lightning speed, she inserted silver needles into Anling Yao’s body, relentlessly pouring her spiritual energy through them.
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