Chapter 725: The Nine Peaks Arrive Together

Ye Lin's left arm traced a graceful parabola in mid-air before falling to the ground.

The decisiveness of his action left Fan Yecheng somewhat astonished.

Fan Yecheng suddenly shivered.

For some reason, he felt as if he had inadvertently provoked some terrifying, profound karma.

Hadn't someone been shouting "don't stop" just a moment ago?

"One left arm, is that enough, Elder? If it's not enough, I still have a right arm; I can just chop that off for you too."

The smile on Ye Lin's face was full of desolation, and his eyes held deep disappointment.

"Hmph, then go ahead and chop it off. Are you trying to put on a tragic show for me here?"

Fan Yecheng sneered, his gaze cold and sharp.

He did not notice at all that nine figures, like gods or demons, had appeared behind him.

Ye Lin saw those nine figures, so he stepped forward and, using his only remaining arm, held his sword out before Fan Yecheng.

"I only have one arm left, so it's inconvenient to cut it off myself. Could I ask Elder Fan to help me?"

"Do you think I don't dare? You are merely an outer sect disciple. Not only would I dare to cut off your arm, but even if I were to execute you on the spot, no one would dare say a word against me!"

Fan Yecheng raised his sword, preparing to strike.

But at that moment, a cold voice rang out from behind him.

"Elder Fan, you certainly have quite the imposing manner."

Fan Yecheng's brow furrowed slightly.

"Who is it that dares to stop me?"

When he saw who had spoken, half of Fan Yecheng's soul was scared right out of his body, for the person who had spoken was none other than Situ Qi, Master of Spirit Peak.

"Pea-pea-pea-peak... Peak Master! Why have you come?"

A fawning smile appeared on Fan Yecheng's face.

"If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known that an Elder of my Immortal Cloud Sect could be so imposing. Once you become an Elder, you dare to bully sect disciples at will? If one day you were to become a Peak Master, would you even stop respecting the Sect Master of the Immortal Cloud Sect?"

There was not a hint of anger in Situ Qi's tone; it was as if he were just making small talk, yet Fan Yecheng was so terrified he nearly fell to his knees with a thud.

Those who could become Elders in the Immortal Cloud Sect were not only exceptionally powerful but were also experts in the ways of the world.

Fan Yecheng immediately realized that Situ Qi was already intent on killing.

"I am wronged, Peak Master Situ! It was this Ye Lin who used underhanded methods and poisoned others first; that is why I took action!" Fan Yecheng hurriedly explained.

"Oh?"

Another voice spoke up.

"You only mention the impact of his actions, but you don't mention the reason for them at all, is that it?"

Another figure appeared.

"Hea... Heart Peak Master!" Fan Yecheng's pupils contracted violently.

What on earth was happening?

He was just disciplining an outer sect disciple; how had two Peak Masters appeared in succession?

One had to know that in the Immortal Cloud Sect, a Peak Master was a top-tier powerhouse, second only to the Sect Master, with status and strength far above all others.

Such figures would spend decades in seclusion; to say they were busy with a thousand tasks would be an understatement. Why would they pay attention to a dispute between him and an outer sect disciple?

Just as Fan Yecheng was feeling confused, an even more horrifying scene occurred.

He only then noticed that it wasn't just Heart Peak and Spirit Peak; the masters of the other seven main peaks had also appeared!

Cold sweat poured down Fan Yecheng's head instantly.

"Gree-gree-gree... Greetings to the nine Peak Masters!" Fan Yecheng hurriedly bowed.

"Don't, I wouldn't dare accept a bow from you, Elder Fan. I'm not worthy!"

"Elder Fan, no need to be so polite. I've observed you; you are a talent worth molding. How about this: I'll let you take my position as Master of Rage Peak, how about that?"

"Elder Fan, don't be like that. We are just lowly Peak Masters; how could we be qualified to receive a bow from you, Elder Fan?"

The several Peak Masters sneered repeatedly, looking at Fan Yecheng as if they were looking at a dead man.

Fan Yecheng froze in place; he felt as if the blood in his body had stopped flowing at that very moment.

If Fan Yecheng couldn't see by now that the nine Peak Masters were here to stand up for Ye Lin, then he had lived in vain.

Fan Yecheng wore a look of utter despair, his smile uglier than a cry, and he couldn't help but glance at Ye Lin.

You damn brat, if you had this kind of backing, why didn't you say so earlier?

These are nine Peak Masters!

If the nine of them reached a consensus, even if the Sect Master came, it wouldn't matter.

Fan Yecheng was on the verge of tears, but the nine Peak Masters clearly had no intention of letting him off.

However, given their status, they naturally wouldn't go out of their way to harass Fan Yecheng; instead, they turned their collective focus toward Jun Chuanxiong, Master of Martial Peak.

"Jun Chuanxiong, I recall that this Fan Yecheng is an Elder of your Martial Peak. Do the Elders of your Martial Peak usually act so tyrannically?"

"One can judge the whole by a glimpse. If the Elders are like this, wouldn't Jun Chuanxiong be even more tyrannical? That's right, sword cultivators, being a bit tyrannical is normal, isn't it, Jun Chuanxiong?"

"It's a good thing this isn't an Elder of my Strength Peak. If he were an Elder of my Strength Peak, I'd drop dead from shame."

Facing the sarcasm of the other eight Peak Masters, the naturally hot-tempered Jun Chuanxiong turned as red as a monkey's backside, his tall frame trembling with rage.

How did his Martial Peak produce such a thing?

Knowing he was in the wrong, Jun Chuanxiong dared not talk back to the other eight Peak Masters and could only lock his sharp gaze onto Fan Yecheng.

That gaze was like two sharp swords, instantly shattering Fan Yecheng's final psychological defenses.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud, his eyes losing focus.

Only one thought remained in Fan Yecheng's mind.

I'm finished!

Pill Peak Master Dan Yangzi ignored Fan Yecheng and walked right past him.

He quickly stepped forward, picked up Ye Lin's severed arm, and examined it.

Afterward, Dan Yangzi walked toward Ye Lin and moved to stop the bleeding from Ye Lin's wound.

"Small problem, the arm hasn't lost its vitality yet and can be reattached. The impact won't be significant." Dan Yangzi breathed a sigh of relief.

The other eight Peak Masters also breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"Ye Lin, come back to Pill Peak with me. I will reattach your arm for you. If we wait too long, it might affect the outcome," Dan Yangzi said.

But at this moment, Ye Lin shook his head and stubbornly took a few steps back.

"Old Man Dan, I know you care about me, but I cannot go with you."

"Even the Son of Heaven must be punished for crimes just like a commoner; how much more so for a lowly outer sect disciple like me?"

"Elder Fan is right. I should not have used poison against fellow disciples. Even if their cultivation was much higher than mine and they wanted to surround and kill me, I should not have used such despicable, evil methods."

"Let this severed arm be the lesson I deserve."

Having said that, Ye Lin bowed in the direction of Fan Yecheng.

"Thank you for your instruction, Elder Fan. Ye Lin will certainly keep it in mind!"

Fan Yecheng, slumped on the ground, was completely dumbfounded; he widened his eyes, staring at Ye Lin in disbelief.

No, brother, you've already used your Flash, and you're still chasing to kill?