Chapter 203: Personally Collecting the Debt

Xu Yang's voice was utterly calm, but the moment his words reached everyone's ears, the temperature in the air seemed to drop to freezing point.

Everyone's gaze instinctively focused on Xu Yang. With every step he took, a unique ripple of energy spread across the entire Mount Qianyuan battlefield, silently captivating everyone present.

The power of this aura was so immense that even Feng Xiu and Empress Xue Qinghan of the Cold Moon Empire couldn't help but furrow their brows slightly.

"Elder Qianyuan, if my judgment is correct, that person just now revealed murderous intent towards my team member. According to the competition rules, he must be severely punished. However, as the Qianyuan Sect is a neutral major sect and doesn't wish to easily offend any faction, and since he is a top talent from the Northern Jin Empire, I understand your reluctance to offend the Northern Jin. Therefore, I have decided to deal with him personally."

Xu Yang's words were well-reasoned and convincing.

Elder Qianyuan had originally intended to quickly shift everyone's attention to the awards ceremony, using the topic of the championship, hoping to avoid any further escalation. However, he hadn't anticipated that Xu Yang was such a decisive and swift individual, giving him no opportunity to gracefully change the subject.

"My Yuanyang Empire's second team was completely wiped out by the Northern Jin team. If I were to overlook this deliberate attempt to kill, then the dignity of the Yuanyang Empire would no longer be respected by anyone. Everyone would think that the people of my Yuanyang Empire are easily bullied, wouldn't they?"

Xu Yang's movements were simple, yet his approach was remarkably clear. With his left hand, he gently pulled it behind him, releasing his powerful primal energy to further heal Long Kun, who was no longer in critical danger. With his right hand, he made a seemingly effortless, casual flick, and in an instant, without warning, an immense pressure enveloped Feng Yao's body.

Feng Yao instinctively tried to resist, but a colossal force pouring down from above instantly locked his meridians.

Suddenly, the terrifying black poison he had unleashed was forcibly repelled back into his own body under the suppression of Xu Yang's confining power.

At this moment, Feng Yao was like a balloon about to burst, allowing the immense black poison to surge uncontrollably within him. Yet, due to Xu Yang's suppressive methods, he was unable to expel the poison from his body.

In just a few moments, Feng Yao's face turned purplish-blue and slowly began to blacken, a clear sign of the terrifying poison invading his meridians.

"Hahaha! Serves him right, absolutely serves him right! He brought this upon himself. What good is strong cultivation if one is so malicious? Finally, a powerful figure has emerged to deal with him!"

The two teams from the Northern Jin Empire, initially favored as top contenders due to their immense strength, had, after several rounds of competition, caused dissatisfaction among many neutral academy participants with their reckless and arrogant style. The factions from the five major cultivation sects and academies, in particular, began to lean towards the Yuanyang Empire and were greatly excited by Xu Yang's timely and satisfying intervention against the opponent.

The terrifying pressure furiously eroded Feng Yao's meridians. This young man was a capable disciple under Feng Xiu; although not comparable to Feng Qingyao, the leading prodigy of the younger generation in Northern Jin, he was still one of the rare mid-level Soul Transformation experts among the younger generation. Even with its powerful foundation, Northern Jin wouldn't treat a Soul Transformation realm expert as mere cannon fodder.

However, what truly astonished those around them was Xu Yang's foundation, which seemed to be on an entirely different level!

A mid-level Soul Transformation sword cultivator... In front of Xu Yang, he couldn't even draw his sword. He was brutally suppressed in the void, waiting to die like a puppet. What kind of experience was that?

Seeing that Feng Yao couldn't hold on much longer, Feng Xiu, who had been meditating cross-legged for a long time, suddenly shot up. An invisible sword light flew through the air, shooting directly towards the energy Xu Yang had unleashed.

"Hoo-hoo, are the two hidden grand masters about to clash? Hahaha, I feel like this is the most exciting part of the competition!"

Feng Xiu appeared to be at the Great Perfection of the Soul Transformation realm, but his unique mastery of the sword dao ensured he would not be at a disadvantage against any cultivator below the Divine Infant realm.

Boom!

As expected, after the invisible sword light struck the surface of the confining force around Feng Yao, Xu Yang did not pursue any further actions. In fact, he had anticipated this. After all, this was the Qianyuan Sect, and two team leaders openly fighting would be difficult to explain to the sect.

Although Feng Yao had broken free from Xu Yang's suppression, the black poison had already invaded his heart meridians and five vital organs. Unless he was directly bathed in dragon's blood, even a Great Immortal would be unable to save him. Before his life extinguished, the pain Feng Yao would endure was unimaginable.

"Master, save, save me..."

Feng Yao's face had already begun to blacken, and his eyes became abnormally agitated due to the poison. In reality, he was at the final struggle before perishing.

Feng Xiu held his last disciple with one arm, his calm expression tinged with gloom. His gaze lingered for a moment, then he suddenly extended a finger and poked Feng Yao's throat.

This single action made the powerful figures from various factions around them tense up.

Feng Xiu's decisiveness and temperament were truly far beyond that of ordinary people. Even when he personally ended his beloved disciple's life to alleviate his suffering, there was no hesitation in his actions.

"Take him away."

The remaining three teammates from the first team immediately followed, carrying Feng Yao's body off the field. Simultaneously, Xu Yang also retracted his hand. All toxins within Long Kun's body were completely removed. Although his vital energy was slightly damaged, with the powerful restorative properties of dragon's blood, he should recover within a few days.

Unbeknownst to many, the center of the vast battlefield had become a standoff between Xu Yang and Feng Xiu, the leader of the Northern Jin Sword Alliance.

"Your Excellency possesses profound power, yet I have never heard your name in the Yuanyang Empire. It is a rare encounter today. I wonder if you would be interested in a spar with me?"

Xu Yang offered a slight smile. At the same time, the most fervent flames ignited in the hearts of the tens of thousands of spectators. As the student had just said, it seemed that in the end, the clash between these two peak experts was the greatest highlight!

Everyone knew that the Yuanyang Empire and the Northern Jin faction had a long-standing grudge. Now that they were clashing at the Qianyuan Sect, it would likely not be easily resolved.

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Xu Yang's reply immediately caused an uproar, and even the Cold Moon Empire's faction couldn't help but stir.

"Hmph, I thought this Red... I mean, this Yuanyang Empire team leader was some kind of master. I can't believe he would cower before the leader of the Northern Jin Sword Alliance!"

"No, you're wrong..."