Feng Juanyun’s icy eyes fixed on Ying Bokong with clear dissatisfaction, then shifted to Li Tengyun, who lay sprawled on the ground, his voice sharp as ice: "Li Tengyun, you must understand, not just anyone is yours to provoke! Those I, Feng Juanyun, have sworn to kill—be they imperial relatives or the sons of Supremes—they all meet their end! You, truly, are incredibly lucky! Because, while I might disregard your father's standing, the favor owed for the intervention of the two Supremes on this occasion, that I absolutely cannot ignore!"

"Divine Sword of Raging Winds, what great authority you wield!" Li Jue Tian finally turned around, fixing Feng Juanyun with a cold gaze where undisguised killing intent flickered. Shi Changxiao and Lei Wu Bei stepped forward simultaneously to intercede. With a great enemy present, how could they afford internal strife at this critical juncture?

Feng Juanyun showed no weakness, meeting the stare with his hand resting on his sword. After a long silence, a sliver of icy smile touched his lips as he slowly shook his head. "It seems I truly shouldn't have come today." Suddenly turning, he announced, "Gentlemen, I, Feng, shall take my leave now!"

Saying this, his form blurred as he retreated into the air. Mid-flight, he roared loudly, "Jun Wu Yi, if you survive this day, I, Feng Juanyun, will absolutely share drinks and conversation with you! Feng Juanyun failed to help you in your hour of need today, and for that, I apologize! I shall repay the Jun family handsomely in the future! Farewell!"

Before his voice fully faded, his body executed a fluid arc in the sky, and a beam of majestic sword light, like an earth-shattering rainbow, shot forth. Feng Juanyun’s body followed this brilliant radiance, streaking away like a meteor, vanishing without a trace. In the middle of the air, his cold laughter lingered: "Snowwind Silver City, Blood Soul Villa. A great reputation indeed, but nothing more than that! Hahaha!"

Echoes drifted back through the valley. "...nothing more than that," "...nothing more than that," "...that..."

Jun Wu Yi, standing before the battle formation, felt a jolt. Looking up at the brilliant sword light in the heavens, a trace of warmth touched his otherwise stern face.

"Thank you," Jun Wu Yi murmured softly, as if speaking only to himself. A warm current finally surged in his heart. This world, after all, still held justice; it was still a world worth loving!

Li Jue Tian’s façade of indifference instantly turned ashen!

He glanced at the severely swollen face of his son, blood still trickling from his lip, and then looked sharply up at Ying Bokong and Shi Changxiao. Seeing the displeasure etched on their faces as well, he asked with chilling anger, "May I ask the two Supremes, do you also believe this old man acted gravely improperly?"

"Do you truly think that everything you've orchestrated is somehow righteous and reasonable?" Ying Bokong rolled his eyes, his temper rising too. "Li Jue Tian, as the Second Supreme, are you so intent on twisting black and white?"

"And if this old man does twist black and white, who in this world dares speak against me?!" Li Jue Tian’s eyes flashed with fierce light as he glared at Ying Bokong. "Ying Bokong, do not forget, I have only this one son! I would rather stand against the entire world than fail to grant my son's requests!"

"Hah!" Supreme Jue Tian, where was this spirit when you faced Venerable Mei yesterday? I hear the root of this whole mess stems from your precious son’s shenanigans—do you deny it? So what if you only have one son? I could still slap him across the ground until he rolls! Are you heartbroken? Ah, yes, I did deliver one slap just now, saving his life and preventing the Li family line from ending. Since you care so much, why haven't you rushed to thank me!"

Ying Bokong’s blunt temper flared, and he threw all caution aside. Sticking his neck out and looking sideways, his challenging, sarcastic words were razor-sharp. He showed no deference even when facing the Second Supreme.

Though fully aware he was no match for Li Jue Tian, he did not retreat an inch. He pointed toward Jun Wu Yi on the field, then turned with a cold glare: "Li Jue Tian, your son is a son, but what about others' sons? Were they spat out by stones? Li Jue Tian, the four thousand men sent to die below—were they not also born of mothers and fathers! When they die, they become white bones. Your son, when he dies, will stink just the same! Is your son somehow more delicate?"

Cold-Blooded Supreme Lei Wu Bei rose with a grim face. "Since things have reached this point, what is the point of arguing over such trivialities? It only makes us look like a joke for others to watch! Those destined to die must die, and those not destined will live past today. Will your infighting now save those who shouldn't die?" He paused, his voice rising slightly. "Eight of my eleven disciples died mysteriously while out for a stroll, and I still don't know who the murderer is. If we follow your logic, shouldn't I pick a fight with you as well?"

Shi Changxiao forcibly suppressed his anger and stepped in to mediate. Li Jue Tian might not care, but Shi Changxiao, as the Grandmaster of a nation, had come to this territory for the sake of his country's populace and welfare. Shi Changxiao never considered himself a good man, but his sense of the overall situation was exceptionally strong.

Though he had already provided considerable help to the Blood Soul Villa, the words Li Jue Tian spoke today were deeply wounding. However, this was truly not the time for internal conflict.

Ying Bokong felt frustrated too. Damn it, although my fundamental motive was supporting Feng Juanyun, I ended up saving your son’s life! Not only do you fail to erect a longevity tablet in my honor, but you unload all your bottled-up fury onto me! What kind of logic is that?

Does he think because I’m ranked lowest, I deserve to be bullied? Believe it or not, I could kill your son! I admit you are stronger than me, but with your snail-like speed, even if you wanted to kill me, could you catch me?

Stronger individuals like Xiao Buyu, whose cultivation was one level beneath the Supremes, also stepped forward to dissuade them. Finally, the Four Supremes all gave heavy snorts and turned away.

Ying Bokong was extremely anxious. He knew from Mo Xie that the root of this matter lay entirely with Li Tengyun, yet he couldn't fathom why Jun Mo Xie hadn't let him stop Jun Wu Yi from fighting, nor where Jun Mo Xie derived such confidence from. His heart fluttered nervously as he kept looking around, searching for Jun Mo Xie's trace.

It turned out that Ying Bokong had withheld his opinion on this whole affair because of Jun Mo Xie's prior...

However, Young Master Jun was already long gone, vanished into the mists of the heavens; no one knew where he had gone.

In the distance, near the direction of the Forest of Heavenly Punishment, a dark mass of clouds suddenly rose, sweeping forward rapidly—it was countless flying Xuan Beasts. Dust billowed up from the ground, and a sound like rushing thunder rolled in. Judging by the noise, it was the collective might of untold numbers of Xuan Beasts galloping, creating such a colossal, earth-shattering din.

A subtle fluctuation rippled through the air, and a force comparable to the speed of sound immediately rushed up to meet them. It was Jun Mo Xie, using his escape technique like a falling star...

From a distance, a voice, slightly hoarse, traveled through the air: "Li Jue Tian, are you all prepared over there?"

As the voice sounded, a small black dot in the sky rapidly grew from small to large. A mysterious figure completely shrouded in a black robe flew in like a meteor from afar. He stopped abruptly just tens of feet in front of everyone, hovering steadily in mid-air.

Merely this precision in stopping was astonishing enough, let alone the ability to halt one's momentum instantly in the void—the level of Xuan Gong required left onlookers speechless!

"Venerable Mei," Li Jue Tian cupped his hands in salute, addressing the three other Supremes as well: "Long time no see!"

Respect for truly peak experts is a universal constant, existing in every world.

But Li Jue Tian had not anticipated the reaction his greeting would provoke—it was like igniting a volcano!

The phrase "Long time no see" would normally be appropriate at any time, but the problem was, while Li Jue Tian's question was standard, Venerable Mei himself was decidedly not faring well!

With his high level of cultivation, upon hearing "Long time no see," Venerable Mei actually trembled violently, nearly falling from mid-air. Though he managed to stabilize himself just in time, he had dropped more than ten feet.

He seemed to grind his teeth as he spat, "Li Jue Tian, don't you have anything else to say? We spoke only three days ago! What 'Long time no see'? I think you either have no brains, or your brain is filled with mold! Or perhaps your head is just stuffed with tofu dregs! Has your cultivation made you an idiot?! You scoundrel! You old bastard! Why don't you just die!"

This peerless expert was throwing a temper tantrum like a shrew over a casual greeting from someone else! It was utterly incomprehensible.

Li Jue Tian was furious and deeply frustrated.

Damn it, what was wrong with asking you 'Long time no see'? Is it a crime? Damn it, you’re being completely unreasonable! Your reaction is as intense as if you’d been... why must you act this way! I am, after all, the Second Supreme; shouldn't you show a little respect instead of tearing your face off immediately? This behavior is no different from a shrew! Venerable? Bullsh*t Venerable!

Given his status, Li Jue Tian could hardly stomach such an insult. His expression immediately chilled: "Venerable Mei seems quite ill-tempered today... Has someone... treated you disrespectfully?"

"You insolent dog, Li Jue Tian! Are you speaking to this Venerable, or have you forgotten the proper hierarchy?!" Venerable Mei instantly leaped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his voice becoming exceptionally shrill.

He was not naturally a person without composure, but today Li Jue Tian had clearly run into a streak of bad luck. Every word Li Jue Tian uttered, to Venerable Mei’s ears, was perceived as an intentional distortion born of guilt, twisting the intended meaning into something else!

This was the greatest humiliation Venerable Mei had ever suffered in his life!

It was truly like the ancient saying: Three rivers and five lakes combined could not wash away the shame that covered his face that day.

Thinking of the embarrassing incident that occurred recently, Venerable Mei’s heart almost exploded from anger, blood threatening to rush backward toward his brain. He felt an overwhelming urge to erupt in fury and howl at the heavens!

Such an outrageous, despicable, shameless, vile, and wretched thing had been done to him, and he hadn't dared utter a sound in protest. And now... wait, could Li Jue Tian possibly know something? If not, why did his attitude seem slightly different after only three days? There was clearly a tone of mockery in his words!

This was clearly Venerable Mei’s own psychological hang-up. What could Li Jue Tian possibly know about what happened to him? He was utterly clueless.

But with this thought, Venerable Mei’s gaze toward Li Jue Tian grew increasingly hostile, filled with escalating killing intent, teeth gritted almost to the point of grinding them away. How dare I be someone who can be casually mocked?!

This was destined to be Li Jue Tian’s unluckiest day.

If one were to speak of Li Jue Tian’s current injustice, it would rival Marshal Yue’s situation at Fengbo Pavilion—perhaps even worse! Especially since, this time, there wasn't even a manufactured charge like Mò Xū Yǒu (that he did not commit); he was being saddled with a massive crime without any pretense. If Li Jue Tian were to die at the hands of Venerable Mei because of this, it would surely cause snow in June, moving even Heaven to shed tears of sympathy.

It was utterly, utterly unjust!

(Monthly tickets have been overtaken” (To be continued))

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