Chapter 421: Not My Fault. He Was Too Weak!

Chapter 421: Not My Fault. He Was Too Weak!

THUD! Huyan Qing opened his arms wide, tilting his head back as he fell. Streams of black blood flowed out from the back of his head.

The martial competition had just begun, the atmosphere intense, yet in less than three breaths' time, silence reigned once again.

Tens of thousands of academy disciples were still immersed in the virtuous image portrayed by Yun Xiao's five essays... But before them now, was a butcher who had pierced a head with a single sword!

"Murder in the selection for a new Crown?"

In unison, the crowd turned their gaze towards the red-robed woman and the seven Crowns.

"Huyan Qing!" Can Nian emerged in the arena.

Huyan Qing's eyes widened in shock, dying with disbelief, unable to close his eyes in death.

Can Nian's pale eyes surged with black and gold sword light! He had ordered Huyan Qing to deal with Yun Xiao directly in the martial competition, but to his surprise, Huyan Qing was the one who was dealt with in the blink of an eye.

This was the Mystic Zenith Temple! The stronghold of the Three Immortals Lineage in the Primordial Academy! How could they just let it go?

Can Nian abruptly turned, his gaze sternly fixed on Yun Xiao.

Yun Xiao acted as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing with Lian Xi in the crowd.

"Not going to deal with it?" Can Nian looked towards the elders.

"Temple Head." At that moment, the dignified and elegant woman, Tian Yulan, asked in a soft voice, "Is it permissible to kill at will during the Mystic Zenith Temple's Crown selection?"

"I'll answer that." Before the red-robed woman could speak, Yun Xiao, upon hearing her voice, turned towards this noble woman and said, "The selection for a new Crown, as an official contest of the Primordial Academy, naturally entails risks. Swords and spears do not have eyes; injuries and deaths are common. If one fears death, they are free to withdraw from the contest and not compete."

Tian Yulan did not expect such a junior to publicly respond to her inquiry. She stood above, her gaze pressing down upon Yun Xiao from high to low. Her red lips parted slightly, her voice turning cold as she said, "But everyone can see, you were not simply dueling. You intentionally killed him."

"Heh." Yun Xiao chuckled lightly. "You are mistaken. I simply didn't expect this so-called genius of the Pathseeker Society to be so weak that he couldn't even catch a single sword strike."

Such bold words! With the mention of the Pathseeker Society, the expressions of the hundred top disciples of the Primordial Academy darkened further.

And upon the platform, a layer of frost seemed to form over Tian Yulan's noble visage.

Yun Xiao knew who this great beauty's son was.

"A mother and son, huh? Ling Chen's favorite."

Alas, Ling Chen was no more.

"Temple Head," Tian Yulan, no longer addressing Yun Xiao, turned to the red-robed woman. "This insolent fool cannot be educated, stirring up discord within the Primordial Academy. If he is not dealt with, it will be hard to command respect."

"Yuxue, you might as well leave him to me. You're too kind; you don't play dirty," Can Nian whispered nearby.

"No! I can't stand to see that scoundrel's smug face for another moment!" Tian Yuxue felt maddened. Why did she ever find someone like him handsome?

The 30 descendants of the Three Immortals participating in the martial competition were all holding back their frustration.

The tens of thousands of academy disciples watching felt the solemn atmosphere and grew tense as well.

Then, the remaining battles of the round of 32 proceeded in quick succession. The focus was all on Yun Xiao, so these top disciples of the Pathseeker Society fought carelessly, and more than a dozen battles ended in a short while.

Immediately, the round of 16 began!

As expected, the first to battle were Yun Xiao and Tian Yuxue.

"Brother, it's my turn," Tian Yuxue said, looking back at the indifferent young man.

"You should forfeit. Let Can Nian handle it," Tian Zhixiu seriously suggested.

"No! He disrespected our mother. I want to teach him a lesson!" Tian Yuxue stubbornly shook her head.

"You've made your choice," Tian Zhixiu said.

"Don't underestimate me!" Tian Yuxue, also a Martial Cultivator from the Sky Source Ruins, landed in the arena like a colossal beast of ice, her body surging with frost.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! As she stepped onto the ground, the entire battlefield's surface froze over with thick ice, sending a bone-chilling cold toward Yun Xiao.

The Temple Head, Crowns, guests, Pathseeker Society members, and tens of thousands of disciples all stopped their discussions to watch them.

"Why do you have to kill in the Crown selection? How did Huyan Qing offend you?" Tian Yuxue stared at him.

"He called me uneducated, a barbaric brute," Yun Xiao said.

"Just for that, you take his life? Are you an unforgivable murderer?" Tian Yuxue's anger made her nose turn red.

Yun Xiao glanced at her, amused, "You're a flower surrounded by sin; of course, you wouldn't understand."

"Surrounded by sin? To hell with that, my family is happy! You are the embodiment of sin!" Unable to tolerate any more, Tian Yuxue suddenly produced a long spear in her hand, longer than her petite frame, entirely in ice blue with snow-like flames burning on it, exuding a terrifying divine might.

This was the Burning Snow Jade Spear, rumored to be of the Upper Yin grade, the strongest level of treasure that the youth could wield.

Tian Yuxue, at the Establishment Saint Wheel Realm, was just a step away from the Five Decays Realm. Her Saint Wheels revved into motion, and it seemed as if a giant wheel of ice and snow appeared behind her, devouring the Immortal energy of the world and surging into her body!

"Despicable fugitive! Meet your demise!" Grasping the Burning Snow Jade Spear, integrating ice and fire, Tian Yuxue moved swiftly, turning into a streak of cold light gliding on the ice, thrusting the spear towards Yun Xiao with astonishing force!