Chapter 625: The Son of Heaven (2/2)
In this life, Nan Tiandu had cultivated in Cloud Mist Sect most of the time. He had never been to many places. But, after fusing with an evil dragon Meng Ao at the bottom of Evil Dragon Abyss, he inherited a section of Meng Ao’s memories and experiences, coupled with the guidance of cyan robed Seventh Elder, his vision already far surpassed the disciples of the same generation.
“White Haired Heavenly Empress Zhao Tianbi has already broken through to Peak Half Sage realm several thousand years ago, so using an ordinary method to save a person by breaching her obstruction, how can it be so easy?”
Ye Chuan paused and added, “If you wish to accomplish something, you naturally have to pay a certain price. Moreover, this price is also not necessarily a bad thing. Returning to Cloud Mist Sect after saving Zixia, I can just refine the best medicinal pills for nurturing the body. Tiandu, you can rest assured. Today, you have crippled Ouyang Huo and provoked them in public. Elder Tianqing must be furious. He will not let the matter drop. This competition will be harder and harder, are you prepared?”
“Big Senior Apprentice Brother, rest assured, there is no problem in my side. Heavenly Yao Sect is filled with experts, but the younger generation is just so-so.” Nan Tiandu was very confident with his strength. Even when he was fighting against Ouyang Huo today, he was far from using his full strength. He was still disguised as a Daoist Master realm expert.
“That’s good, now, we just need to wait for the final match. As long as you successfully lure out White Haired Heavenly Empress and peak experts of Heavenly Yao Sect, we can…”
Ye Chuan nodded his head, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly sensed something and looked towards the window.
Bang, the courtyard’s door was kicked flying, and along with chaotic footsteps, a large group of people rushed in with killing intent. The guards who originally were strictly guarding the entrance ducked to one side and didn’t dare to utter a voice like a mouse in the presence of a cat.
“Over there, those disciples of Bellowing Waves Sect live here.”
“Come out, all people of Bellowing Waves Sect, roll out!”
A large group of Heavenly Yao Sect’s disciples shouted from outside the door.
After a few screams, Old Demon of Mount Yin, Plague Archfiend and others rushed out in succession, blocking the door of Ye Chuan’s room.
“Nan Batian, call him out.”
A lazy voice resounded and everyone immediately shut up. It seemed that this person was the leader. “Didn’t you provoke us in public? Didn’t you say our Heavenly Yao Sect has no decent opponent? How come you are hiding in a room now?”
Ye Chuan and Nan Tiandu looked at each other and walked out. Nan Tiandu just coldly snorted and his killing intent soared. Ye Chuan, however, was calm and maintained low-key. He walked behind wearing a big bamboo hat and a dark robe, looking like an unassuming footman.
Outside the door, there were over a hundred murderous looking Heavenly Yao Sect’s disciples. The leader of this group was a tall and big handsome youth wearing a cyan robe. He was dignified in appearance with a sturdy figure, merely, he had a hooked nose, making him look somewhat sinister and ruthless. Behind, there was a stretcher. Ouyang Huo who had lost both legs was lying above it. His injuries were already bandaged with a thick gauze, but he was still bleeding and he looked deathly pale. After losing his legs, even a higher realm cultivator would become a cripple. Without legs, how could he work together with other people?
Ouyang Huo who previously used to tear off his opponent’s legs at every turn finally tasted the flavor of not having legs. Moreover, without legs, in Heavenly Yao Sect where only the fittest survived, his days of hardship had just begun.
“Who are you? I, Nan Batian, don’t kill nameless nobodies, speak now, or you will not have any change to speak later.” Nan Tiandu coldly looked at that leader youth and said. Upon seeing over a hundred disciples of Heavenly Yao Sect rushing in, the people of other sects in this courtyard shut their doors and windows, not daring to come out. Nan Tiandu, however, was fearless.
“Hahaha, kid, are you Nan Batian? You really are arrogant enough!”
The leader youth laughed heartily, but in the next moment, his complexion suddenly turned cold and said, “Listen, this lordship is Heavenly Yao Sect’s Big Disciple, Son of Heaven Jin Hong!”
An ice-cold killing intent suddenly burst out from this cyan robed youth, Jin Hong.
Many disciples who had rushed over to watch the bustling upon hearing the news, hearing the title “Son of Heaven”, their complexion changed and didn’t dare to approach.