Chapter 326: Collecting Debts
The Entry Xuan Realm was something Yun Che, three years ago, could only look upon with envy, an unattainable realm he could only watch from afar. But in Yun Che's eyes at this moment, it was no different from a child's play. Facing Xiao Yang's disgusting expression, Yun Che gave a cold smile. Without moving his upper body, he kicked out with his right foot.
The speed Yun Che was capable of unleashing at this moment was not something a mere Xiao Yang could react to. As Xiao Yang watched his palm about to grab Yun Che's throat and lift him up like a chick, suddenly, he felt his lower abdomen... as if struck violently by a mountain.
Bam!!
"Wah!!"
Xiao Yang let out a miserable scream, flew out like a ball, tumbling more than ten times in the air. When he landed, his face was covered in blood, and he was completely silent, with no sign of life or death.
"Yang... Yang'er!" Xiao Bo was greatly shocked, shouted loudly and rushed out. He checked Xiao Yang's pulse, and his face instantly turned the color of pig liver. Xiao Yang's injuries were not fatal, but his Xuan Meridian was completely shattered! Even the legendary Great Luo Golden Pill could not repair it... This meant that from now on, Xiao Yang would completely become a total waste.
"You... you..." Xiao Bo stood up shakily, his old face flushed red in shock and anger: "Xiao Che, you bastard... what did you do to Yang'er! I... I'll kill you with my own hands, you bastard!"
Xiao Bo rose in fury, pouncing at Yun Che like a rabid wolf. In his extreme anger, his swinging arm was infused with his full ten percent power. Facing Xiao Bo's attack, Yun Che seemed scared silly, or perhaps simply incapable of dodging. He made no move, allowing Xiao Bo's fist to land a heavy blow on his chest.
The Xiao Sect members thought that under this strike, Yun Che's chest would be shattered, at best near death, at worst dead instantly. But when Xiao Bo's fist hit Yun Che's chest, there was no sound of impact at all. It was as if this full-power punch hadn't hit a person, but a piece of extremely soft cotton. Not only was Yun Che not sent flying, his entire body didn't even move or tremble.
Ridiculous. Even a palm strike from someone like Chu Yueli in extreme anger could only push an unprepared Yun Che back a few steps. Xiao Bo's Xuan power, which was only at the Spirit Xuan Realm, Level 8, was no different to Yun Che than a mosquito bumping against his chest.
The solid punch landed on Yun Che's chest, and before Xiao Bo could even show a smug smile, he was stunned. Looking at his right fist, which seemed stuck to Yun Che's chest, his pupils dilated to the extreme... reflecting Yun Che's demonic cold smile at that moment.
Amidst a disdainful cold smile, Yun Che's chest pushed forward lightly.
"Ahh——"
A miserable scream instantly spread throughout the entire Xiao Sect. Xiao Bo flew backward, spraying bright red blood. His entire right fist had completely turned into a mess of flesh. Dozens of streams of blood gushed from his right arm... His entire right arm, under the impact of a terrifying force, was shattered from the outside in, from skin to bone, almost like a hornet's nest. He collapsed on the ground, flailing his completely numb right arm, crying and howling in agony, as harsh as the wailing of a ghost.
Throughout the entire Xiao Sect, except for Xiao Bo's screams, there was only dead silence. Everyone's face was filled with terror and extreme disbelief.
Xiao Yang suddenly flew back unconscious — they were shocked, but not horrified. But what strength was Xiao Bo? Spirit Xuan Realm, Level 8, one of the top-level experts in all of Liuyun City. His attack was like a tickle to him, and the opponent only used a movement that couldn't be lighter, instantly shattering his entire right arm! In that moment, the terrifying aura made all of them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their hearts stopping.
What kind of strength was this? This was a power completely beyond their understanding! Yet this person in front of them was clearly the Xiao Sect's useless waste known to everyone in Liuyun City, a cripple with a naturally disabled Xuan Meridian, a waste who could never have any future!
"Old dog Xiao," Yun Che said with a cold smile, "Watch your mouth. First, my name is not 'bastard'. Second, my name is not Xiao Che... Three years ago, I changed my name to Yun Che! From now on, aside from my grandfather and little aunt, and the debts I must collect, I have no further relationship with your Xiao Sect!"
The name "Yun Che" exploded like a thunderclap in everyone's ears, causing identical expressions of terror on all faces. Xiao Cheng's throat gulped loudly as he asked with a trembling voice: "Could... could it be... the legendary... top of the Ranking Battle... that Yun Che... is you?"
The day after the Ranking Battle ended, the name "Yun Che" spread to every corner of the Cang Feng Empire. Thereafter, with his fall, his name became even more famous, and rumors about him increased... Among them, naturally, included that he was from Liuyun City, and that Xia Qingyue, whom he married, was also from Liuyun City...
These rumors naturally reached the Xiao Sect's ears, and many details in the rumors, especially the marriage to Xia Qingyue, closely matched Xiao Che, whom they had expelled. However, the entire Xiao Sect, and even all of Liuyun City, were absolutely certain that these rumors were absolutely false. Even when later rumors emerged that Yun Che was originally from the Xiao Sect, they simply dismissed them as jokes.
The reason was extremely simple: everyone in Liuyun City knew that Xiao Che was a cripple with a naturally disabled Xuan Meridian, a pure waste who could never break through even the first level of the Initial Xuan Realm in his entire life. Meanwhile, the legendary Yun Che was young but had consecutively defeated the successors of various great sects, gained the favor of a princess, and won the heart of the Ice Palace Fairy. He was a top figure like a favored child of heaven... The difference between the two was like white clouds and mud. No matter what, they could not be the same person.
It was possible for a person of ordinary talent to soar to the heavens with a great fortuitous encounter, but for a complete waste to become the supreme genius topping the Ranking Battle in less than two years... that was an absolute joke. Among the rumors, some even claimed that Yun Che was the "successor of the Fenghuang God Sect" or a "direct disciple of some hidden expert", which had absolutely nothing to do with the Xiao Che they knew.
But, in that brief moment just now, the terrifying strength displayed by this waste in their eyes, along with the name he uttered, brought this "joke" they once believed, in their convulsing minds, suddenly closer to reality.
A flash of black light appeared in Yun Che's hand, and Dragon Gate materialized. As Dragon Gate heavily struck the ground, a loud explosion sounded. The extremely hard marble floor beneath his feet instantly cracked, with dozens of fissures spreading wildly, all the way to the feet of the Xiao Sect crowd a dozen zhang away. Griping the sword hilt, Yun Che said in a low voice: "In this world, of course there is only one Yun Che!"
The cracked earth, the nearly a foot wide, bottomless fissures—Xiao Yunhai and the others showed expressions of extreme terror. Each face was almost completely drained of color under extreme shock and fear. Their eyeballs seemed ready to pop out of their sockets. Some disciples with weaker mental fortitude collapsed on the spot, trembling all over... What was presented before their eyes was a power they could not understand or imagine! This was simply a terrifying power that only a god in a fantasy could possess...
They never dreamed that Xiao Che, whom they had mocked and scorned for over a decade, would return with such terrifying power that they could never possess in their lifetimes, not even in their wildest dreams. Looking at the face they had once only faced with contempt and disdain, all they felt now was fear and trembling.
Xiao Yunhai's heart and face twisted violently. One of the earth fissures created by Dragon Gate's divine might passed precisely between his feet, causing his soul to flee in that instant. Even now, he was drenched in cold sweat. He raised his right hand and forced an extremely ugly smile onto his face: "So... so you really are... the legendary Yun Che! Haha... haha... I should have thought of this earlier. I never expected that after leaving the Xiao Sect, my worthy nephew could leap over the dragon's gate... Truly... truly congratulations..."
"Congratulations to your eighteen generations of ancestors!" Yun Che interrupted Xiao Yunhai with a cold sneer, his arm sweeping horizontally as Dragon Gate lifted off the ground: "Let me say it again: today, I am here to collect debts from you!"
Yun Che's figure suddenly flickered. With an afterimage, he appeared before Xiao Yunhai like a ghost. Xiao Yunhai's vision blurred, and before he could even see anything, a force of ten thousand jun slammed into his chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward. As he was about to cry out in pain, a foot pressed firmly down on his mouth, preventing him from making any sound.
Yun Che's right foot stepped on Xiao Yunhai's head, pressing most of it into the ground. He said coldly: "Xiao Yunhai, as the Sect Master of the Xiao Sect, you, for your own selfish desires and to curry favor with a bastard from the Xiao Sect, actually schemed to frame my little aunt, nearly pushing her into an abyss of eternal damnation! Your acting that day was truly spectacular. With your superb acting and despicable, venomous heart, being just a mere Sect Master of the Xiao Sect is truly a waste!"
"Stop harming our Sect Master!"
Xiao Li roared, suddenly stabbing a sword at Yun Che's back. Yun Che didn't turn his head, casually reaching back to grab the sword tip, instantly snatching the sword into his own hand. Then he flipped and twisted his palm, and the long sword shot backward like a viper, piercing Xiao Li's shoulder. The sword hilt lodged in his shoulder blade, carrying him far away. With a "bang", the sword tip pierced deeply into the high wall behind, nailing Xiao Li to it.
A pig-slaughter-like scream came from Xiao Li's mouth. He struggled wildly, but the more he struggled, the deeper the sword edge cut into his shoulder blade. The pain was excruciating to the bone. Blood gushed from his shoulder like a spring, raining down, quickly forming a large puddle below.
Xiao Ze and Xiao Cheng had intended to attack together, but seeing Xiao Li's miserable state, and the wailing Xiao Bo on the ground, their faces turned ashen and their scalps tingled. They obediently sheathed their swords, shrinking back without daring to take even half a step forward, their pupils filled with terror.
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