Conceited Immortal On Campus

Yun Mobing could not help being stunned when she saw the person who came.    

"Chen Yi?!"    

Her eyes were full of shock. Chen Yi had clearly rejected her earlier, so why was he here now?    

When Liu Changhee saw Chen Yi's figure, he couldn't help but furrow his brows.    

He glanced at Yun Mobing and her sister. "Did you call him here?"    

"Even I was defeated. What can a little brat like him help with?"    

"Moxuan, you should go back to Jinling. I can plead on behalf of the old man!"    

Yun Moxuan smiled bitterly when he heard Moxuan's words. He was also confused when he saw Chen Yi.    

Zhao Zhongyun slowly put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Chen Yi. "Is it the kid who offended Lu Mingkai?"    

He slowly stood up and laughed. "Kid, you still dare to find this place?"    

"Are you not afraid of death?"    

Chen Yi's eyes faintly caused the surrounding temperature to drop. He looked at the laughing Zhao Zhongyun and strode forward.    

"People are so stupid that they don't know respect!"    

His voice was calm, but it caused the temperature in the stadium to drop once again.    

"I originally entered the world as a guest, so I do not wish to bicker with you ant-like existences!"    

"How can I? All of you don't know the difference between life and death!"    

Chen Yi's every sentence caused the expressions of everyone present to change.    

Zhao Zhongyun was even more stunned. Soon after, he understood Chen Yi's words and could not help but become furious, "Little bastard, what a big tone."    

"I, Zhao Zhongyun, have roamed the Zhenjiang for many years. No one has ever dared to treat me as an ant!"    

"Who do you think you are?!"    

"What are you guys waiting for?!"    

At Zhao Zhongyun's order, twenty to thirty men attacked Chen Yi again.    

Chen Yi's eyes were as sharp as blades. As the group of people moved, he suddenly stomped his foot.    

With a single step, the surrounding air was like water, broken by Chen Yi's stomp.    

The twenty to thirty people were sent flying by the rolling Qi waves.    

This scene, not to mention Zhao Zhongyun, even Liu Changhee and Li Ziheng could not help but look at Chen Yi in surprise.    

One step of strength could actually turn Qi into waves.    

Inner Strength Stage, Martial Master!?    

"You're a Martial Master!?" Zhao Zhongyun exclaimed.    

Chen Yi did not even look at those scattered thugs. He just looked at Zhao Zhongyun coldly.    

"Master Li!" Zhao Zhongyun felt a chill in his heart when Chen Yi looked at him.    

"You can actually enter the Inner Strength Stage at such a young age?" Li Ziheng spoke out. He had just defeated Liu Changhee, and he was brimming with energy. "Who is your master?"    

Chen Yi shot a glance at Li Ziheng. "You think you are worthy to ask my master?"    

Li Ziheng's expression immediately darkened. "Brat, don't think that you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth just because you've entered the Inner Strength Stage realm!"    

"I am a Martial Grandmaster disciple of the Southern Mountain Range. Do you think that you can defeat me!?"    

By the side, Liu Changhee could not help but shake his head and sigh as he said, "A Martial Grandmaster disciple of the Southern Mountain Range. His strength is absolutely not something that ordinary Inner Strength Stage can compare to."    

"He's too young. If he can grow for a period of time, he might be able to contend against Li Ziheng!"    

"Now, he's just asking for humiliation!"    

Yun Moxuan looked at Chen Yi. He had seen Chen Yi's strength before, but now, he did not have much hope for Chen Yi.    

Even the Yun Family's martial arts master had been defeated. Chen Yi was a 17-18 year old student. No matter how talented he was, how could he be a match for a martial arts master?    

On the other hand, Yun Mobing stared at Chen Yi with her beautiful eyes. She had a nagging feeling that Chen Yi was not that simple.    

"Martial Grandmaster!?" Chen Yi stood with his hands behind his back, "I have even stepped on the five peaks. Martial Grandmasters are nothing but dust to me."    

"You dare to stop me?"    

Li Ziheng flew into a rage. In his eyes, his master was like a god. His martial arts had long since become profound.    

Even if he didn't leave the Southern Mountain, he would still have to respect the martial arts of China. If he left the Southern Mountain, he would be like a flood dragon going out to sea, and the entire China would be in turmoil.    

Such a figure was actually called dust by Chen Yi?    

A young lad dared to speak arrogantly and humiliate his master?    

How could the name of a grandmaster be insulted lightly!    

"You ignorant brat, you're courting death!"    

"If I don't kill you today, I'll have to make a mistake as a disciple!"    

Li Ziheng stomped his foot and charged towards Chen Yi like a ferocious tiger.    

Chen Yi stared at Li Ziheng coldly. Inside his body, the Elemental Swallowing Spell was circulating slowly.    

He stretched out his hand. Suddenly, the surrounding wind seemed to gather towards his palm, turning into a three-inch blade that rotated in Chen Yi's hand.    

After that, Chen Yi's palm suddenly shook. The blade in his palm suddenly flew out.    

I have a blade that can cut down all enemies in the world!    

As the blade flew out, the air seemed to be torn apart, and it sounded like the cry of a crane in the stadium.    

Even Li Ziheng's expression changed. In his eyes, the blade was gradually magnified. Immediately, the inner energy in Li Ziheng's body circulated and entered his arms, intersecting and blocking in front of him.    

Pu!    

The blade passed through his body. Under everyone's shocked gaze, a bloody hole pierced through Li Ziheng's arms and throat.    

Not only that, the saber was still sent flying dozens of meters back before it turned into a violent wind and dissipated.    

Just a single saber strike had already killed a Martial Grandmaster disciple of the Southern Mountain Range.    

Chen Yi's mysterious technique caused everyone to feel incomparably terrified.    

Catching the Wind Transformation Weapon. What kind of technique was this... No, it was already considered an immortal art divine ability!    

Yun Moxuan, Yun Mobing, and Liu Changhee were already stunned on the spot.    

Zhao Zhongyun's legs trembled even more, and he almost collapsed.    

A dignified Martial Grandmaster and a Martial Grandmaster disciple had died in front of him just like that?    

This boy was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Just who was he!?    

Chen Yi looked at Zhao Zhongyun once more, his pair of cold eyes making Zhao Zhongyun feel as if he had fallen into hell.    

"Master, senior, it's me, Zhao Zhongyun who doesn't know the difference between life and death. I don't know the difference between heaven and earth."    

Suddenly, Zhao Zhongyun knelt down with a bang. He kowtowed to Chen Yi and said, "I hope you can spare my life. I have money. I can give all my assets in Zhenjiang to you."    

"As long as you spare me, I, Zhao Zhongyun, can do anything!"    

This underground giant who had dominated Zhenjiang for many years was now like an ant begging Chen Yi.    

Chen Yi stared coldly at Zhao Zhongyun. His hand trembled once again, "Don't you think it's too late to beg for mercy when death is at hand?"    

"Do you think I care about your so-called property, money, or power?"    

"In my eyes, the thing that you think you can save your life is as insignificant as a speck of dust!"    

"Your life is the same in this!"    

As soon as his voice faded, Chen Yi's hand froze once again. He grabbed the wind and turned it into a blade. With a flick of his wrist, the three-inch blade shot out explosively.    

Zhao Zhongyun's face was full of shock. He turned around and took out a pistol, wanting to fight for the last bit of hope.    

Unfortunately, he did not even pull the trigger. Behind him, a strong wind dispersed.    

Chen Yi looked at the people in the stadium indifferently. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked out of the stadium.    

The Exiled Immortal was angry. The world was stupid!    

What they cared about, what they fought for, in Chen Yi's eyes, was like a joke.    

It was not worth mentioning!