"Lingyun Divine Sect is too despicable," someone exclaimed. "A Deputy Sect Master actually took the stage to deal with a junior."
"Death and injury are quite normal on the stage, but if everyone acted like Lingyun Divine Sect, who would dare to participate?"
"Get him down! Get him down!"
Initially, people were afraid to speak out due to the formidable strength of Lingyun Divine Sect. However, as someone took the lead, more and more people began to criticize Lingyun Divine Sect, and the voices in the crowd grew louder.
The organizers were somewhat headache-ridden. Had it been any other sect, they would definitely have made the opponent leave the stage in accordance with the rules, but this was the Deputy Sect Master of Lingyun Divine Sect—they could not afford to offend him.
Listening to the shouts from the crowd, Jiang Yu’s anger surged like stormy waves, continuously rolling up huge waves. He knew he had broken the rules, but what of it? In the face of overwhelming power, all rules were just illusions.
"Wasn’t the competition supposed to be fair?" Song Yan Ning said coldly, her toes barely touching the ground as she prepared to leap onto the stage. She would absolutely not let Brother Mo get hurt.
"I’ll go." Qin Yushen extended his hand to grab Song Yan Ning and, with a stride, he stepped onto the stage. Although he sometimes felt jealous of Yun Mo, he knew Yun Mo was someone Xiao Ning cared about, so of course, he couldn’t let anything happen to Yun Mo.
Jiang Yu tossed the black shears into the air, and the black shears emitted a powerful aura of death, sweeping towards Yun Mo. His main goal now was to eliminate this little beast in front of him, to avenge his disciple. But before he killed him, he wanted to make him experience what it’s like to wish for death.
Feeling chills creeping into his body, Yun Mo’s face became grave. He clenched his teeth, striving to stay calm. Even though he knew he was no match for his opponent, he had to give his all.
He stepped forward and swung his longsword powerfully at Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu coldly smirked, his face filled with mockery. "You might as well save your energy." Soon Yun Mo would experience the excruciating pain of having his meridians shattered by the aura of death. He planned to slowly torture him, and once he had his fill, he would crush him to dust.
At that moment, a figure landed on the stage.
Instantly, Yun Mo felt the icy sensation in his body disappear without a trace.
Qin Yushen stood in front of Yun Mo. "You go and rest; leave this to me."
"Can you handle it?" Yun Mo was worried. Although he hadn’t physically confronted Jiang Yu, from the aura Jiang Yu released, he knew that Jiang Yu’s strength was definitely above the Divine Separation Stage.
"Don’t worry," Qin Yushen glanced up at the black shears still emitting an aura of death in midair, a hint of disdain in his eyes.
Yun Mo hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Be careful!" He was unsure of Qin Yushen’s exact strength, but he was certain Qin Yushen was very strong.
"Who are you?" Jiang Yu’s gaze was icy as he scrutinized Qin Yushen.
"The one who’s come to destroy you." Qin Yushen waved his hand, and the black shears in midair fell into his hands.
Jiang Yu was taken aback, a bad premonition in his heart. This young man had easily taken his black shears; his strength was definitely not to be underestimated.
The black shears spun in Qin Yushen’s hand and flew back up into the air, but this time, their target was Jiang Yu himself.
Jiang Yu’s complexion drastically changed, his eyes filled with fear. "Who are you, really?" This was the first time he had encountered such a powerful youth who had erased the contract mark between him and the shears in an instant.