"Hehe...
Boy, you dare to provoke our Zhao Family? Do you truly think the Ji Family can protect you?
Besides, a nobody like you—do you think the Ji Family would even protect you?
Boy, you're dead!"
Not far away, a dozen or so Zhao Family disciples were glaring at Ye Yunfei. One of them spoke with a cold laugh.
As he spoke, the dozen Zhao disciples had already stealthily encircled Ye Yunfei, forming a tight ring around him.
"I have no need for the Ji Family to protect me.
Your ilk are not enough to kill me."
Ye Yunfei swept his gaze over the Zhao Family youths and gave a faint, disdainful smile.
"Hmph!
Truly you won't regret it until you're staring at your own coffin!"
One of the Zhao disciples growled.
"Do it! Finish him!"
a different Zhao disciple whispered.
Immediately, three Zhao disciples began to creep closer to Ye Yunfei.
All three had cultivation at the late stage of the Dao Transformation Realm.
"Since you've come to provoke me, I won't stand on ceremony."
Ye Yunfei chuckled coldly, his thoughts stirring.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
The three advancing Zhao disciples screamed in unison, were thrown violently backward, and slammed onto the ground—already three corpses.
With Ye Yunfei's current level of Soul Power, using a Heaven Soul Sword to kill a few Dao Transformation Realm martial artists was far too simple!
"That's a Soul Power combat technique!
It seems this brat has cultivated some incredibly potent Soul Power technique!"
The onlookers were shocked, scattering away from Ye Yunfei in alarm.
"Brat, you're courting death!"
The remaining Zhao disciples were furious. Over a dozen of them rushed at Ye Yunfei simultaneously.
Ye Yunfei's thoughts stirred again.
Ah...
Six Zhao disciples' bodies were hurled back, falling dead on the spot.
"Brat, you're ruthless!"
The remaining Zhao disciples were both horrified and enraged.
"Brat, you've killed disciples of our Zhao Family. This is a capital offense!"
A middle-aged man appeared, walking towards Ye Yunfei and unleashing a powerful aura that crashed down upon him.
A Heavenly Sea Realm expert!
Ye Yunfei's expression darkened as he prepared to act.
"Zhao Xian, what are you trying to do? This youth is a guest of our Ji Family! You cannot touch him!"
At that moment, a somewhat corpulent middle-aged man suddenly materialized in front of Ye Yunfei, shouting coldly.
This was a Heavenly Sea Realm expert from the Ji Family!
"Hmph! Ji Bo, our Zhao Family wishes to kill this brat. Your Ji Family cannot shield him!"
Zhao Xian snorted.
"Young Master Su is also a distinguished guest of our Four Directions Trading House. No one may harm him!"
Suddenly, another old man appeared beside Ye Yunfei, speaking placidly.
An expert of the Four Directions Trading House!
"Both the Ji Family and the Four Directions Trading House want to protect this kid. He certainly has good fortune!"
The surrounding people could not help but exclaim.
Zhao Xian halted his step.
Because the Four Directions Trading House was more powerful than the Zhao Family!
The Zhao Family did not wish to offend the Four Directions Trading House.
"Brat, you have luck on your side this time. For the sake of the Four Directions Trading House, I shall spare you for now.
However, you have killed so many of my Zhao clansmen. Our Family will certainly settle this score with you."
Zhao Xian said with a darkened expression, then flicked his sleeve and left.
"Your Zhao Family is welcome to come and settle it."
Ye Yunfei replied blandly.
Meanwhile, on the arena stage, Ji Yue had been comprehending the true essence of the Thousand Purple Sword Art. Sensing someone approaching, her eyes snapped open, locking onto the yellow-robed man drawing near.
This yellow-robed man was at the middle-stage of the Destiny Realm. So was Ji Yue!
"Ji Yue, I am from the Zhao Family..."
the yellow-robed man sneered.
However, before he could finish his sentence, Ji Yue suddenly erupted into motion. Her hand flipped over, a long sword now gripped as she stabbed towards him.
Shiii!
An overwhelmingly sharp sword light instantly pierced through the yellow-robed man's right shoulder.
Ah!
The man screamed as the force blasted him flying backward.
"So the Thousand Purple Sword Art can be this powerful!"
Having defeated her opponent in one move, Ji Yue was ecstatic.
Same cultivation realm, an enemy defeated in one move!
This was the first time she realized the Thousand Purple Sword Art could display such might!
It seemed even her Ji Family's ancestral sword arts were no match!
"Everyone, keep going!
Even if it's exhausting, we must wear that cheap hussy down!"
Not far from Ye Yunfei, a Zhao Family disciple said coldly.
"Ji Yue, I am Zhao Xin of the Zhao Family. I challenge you!"
Another man leaped onto the stage and strode towards Ji Yue.
"Get lost!"
Ji Yue was fierce as well, immediately thrusting with her sword.
Shii shii...
Rippling sword gleams cascaded from the long blade, actually forming a sword formation that hacked towards the man.
Feeling the sharp, violent sword aura, the man paled in fright, forced to retreat repeatedly.
Only three exchanges later.
Pfft!
A sword light pierced through the man's abdomen, blood spurting out.
"How is this possible? That cheap woman seems to have suddenly gained a massive boost in strength!"
The Zhao Family disciples' expressions were all changing.
"Ji Yue, I challenge you! Let's see how long you can stay arrogant!"
Soon, yet another man walked towards Ji Yue.
This man possessed late-stage Destiny Realm strength!
"Zhao Tianyu, what is the meaning of your Zhao Family members challenging Ji Yue one after another?"
At this point, Ji Yan sensed something amiss.
The Zhao Family was clearly targeting Ji Yue intentionally!
"Hehe, Ji Yan, what do you mean by that?
This is the Lesser Lantai Gathering. Anyone holding a position within the top 300 of the Freak Minor Ranking may be challenged."
Zhao Tianyu sneered.
Ji Yan was now seated cross-legged on the cushion representing the 28th rank—she had just succeeded in her challenge!
Zhao Tianyu sat on the cushion representing the 30th rank, quite close to Ji Yan.
"If anything happens to Ji Yue, I won't let your Zhao Family disciples off!"
Ji Yan raged.
"Ji Yan, do you think our Zhao Family fears you?"
Zhao Tianyu retorted with a cold laugh.
"Look!
The Zhao Family and the Ji Family seem to be clashing."
Others also noticed, and discussions sprang up around them.
Of course, at this moment, Ji Yue wasn't the only one being challenged on the arena stage. Many other people were as well, with at least several dozen simultaneous battles occurring, massive waves of combat energy constantly erupting—it was a lively scene.
The so-called Lesser Lantai Gathering was essentially a process where the top 300 young talents sat on the arena stage, accepting challenges from everyone.
This method might be somewhat unfair to these young elites, as one particular genius might be challenged continuously by many warriors.
But to earn a ranking on the Freak Ranking, one had to accept these rules!
Right now, Ji Yue and the late-stage Destiny Realm Zhao Family disciple were locked in intense combat.
Having just comprehended the key principles of the Thousand Purple Sword Art Ye Yunfei had imparted, Ji Yue's execution of the sword art now seemed divinely aided, its power soaring dramatically. She even forced her opponent into continuous retreat.
"What sword art is this?
When did Ji Yue cultivate such a powerful sword technique?
It shouldn't be a Ziwei Sect sword art, could it? Ziwei Sect sword arts couldn't be this formidable!"
Watching this scene, Ji Yan felt both astonishment and joy.
"Hmph!"
Zhao Tianyu's face was stormy dark.
He also couldn't understand why Ji Yue's combat strength had suddenly increased so drastically.
"Ji Yue can win."
After watching for a moment, Ye Yunfei smiled.
Although the Thousand Purple Sword Art was not created personally by the Ziwei Great Emperor but by an ancestor of the Ziwei Sect based on the sword dao essence left behind by the Great Emperor, tracing back to its source, it still belonged to an imperial inheritance lineage. It was far superior to the Zhao Family's martial heritage!
After some fifty or sixty exchanges.
Pfft!
Ji Yue's sword pierced through the man's chest, narrowly missing his heart. The man was terrified out of his wits, clutching his bleeding chest wound as he desperately fled down from the arena stage.