Chapter 499: Unmoved

Seeing Ye Liuyun so composed, Jing Wudi felt rather pleased.

He has great confidence in Ye Liuyun. He still doesn't know that Ye Liuyun has already broken through to the Fifth Rank of Tian Gang. If he knew, he'd probably wake up laughing even in his dreams.

Originally he hadn't held much hope for Ye Liuyun. He just thought to let him join the excitement this session and aim for a ranking next session.

After all, Ye Liuyun is still young. The Martial Competition limits participants to thirty years old. Ye Liuyun can at least join two or three more sessions! He estimates that given Ye Liuyun's cultivation speed and strength, the next two sessions to claim the Martial Competition should be no problem. Even if not first, at least within the top three.

What Ye Liuyun worries about now is that other geniuses also have the power to challenge across ranks. Moreover, he is certain such people exist. The strongest among them should also be capable of confronting the Eighth or Ninth Rank of Tian Gang.

He now understands the strength of the Eighth Rank of Tian Gang, but fears there may be those who can battle the Ninth Rank. He still doesn't know the strength of the Ninth Rank! So he has been seizing every moment to cultivate.

Before long, other teams began arriving one after another.

A participating team had a female Team Leader at the Fourth Rank of Tian Gang. Upon seeing the Golden Peng Dynasty team, she immediately led her own people over. The Elder tasked with protecting them simply rested on the spot and did not follow.

"Yo, isn't that the Crown Prince of Golden Peng? Long time no see!" the woman called out to Jin Yuanhao, while sizing up Ye Liuyun and his companions.

Ye Liuyun's Divine Sense also scanned them. This team's level is comparable, making them one of the stronger squads among those present.

Piao Yun sent a Transmission Voice to Ye Liuyun: "This is the Jingyue Sect's participating team; its Sect borders the Golden Peng Dynasty on the east side. The female Team Leader I've heard of before is named Yun Meng. It's said her strength surpasses Jin Yuanhao's!"

Jin Yuanhao clearly knew he couldn't beat this woman, so even his reply lacked confidence.

"Yun Meng, don't stir up trouble; we still want to preserve our strength for when we showcase at the Martial Competition!"

"Heh, you all want to preserve strength? Then we'll see whether you actually have any." Yun Meng clearly wasn't about to let them off.

She also wanted to test Ye Liuyun's group's strength in advance. Perhaps they'll meet at the Martial Competition. It's better to know them first.

Jin Yuanhao saw Yun Meng refusing to back down, realized a clash was inevitable, and immediately stepped aside. "We're already very familiar with each other; no need to compare again!"

"Exactly! You're merely a defeated subordinate of mine; even if we compare again you're no match for me!" Yun Meng gave Jin Yuanhao no quarter, mocking him outright.

Jin Yuanhao at this moment dared to be angry but not speak. In terms of taking action, he truly isn't Yun Meng's opponent. Yet he instantly turned his gaze toward Ye Liuyun.

Yun Meng followed his gaze. Among all of them, only Ye Liuyun remained with eyes closed, cultivating as if detached from the scene.

In fact, Ye Liuyun had seen Jin Yuanhao's petty moves clearly; regarding his meddlesome behavior, Ye Liuyun was too lazy to bother.

Yun Meng opposite realized she couldn't see through Ye Liuyun's level. As Team Leader she couldn't strike casually. So she silently sent a Transmission Voice to a man who arrived with them, ordering him to test Ye Liuyun's skill.

Yun Meng's primary focus was on Ye Liuyun, Gao Yuan, and Lu Wentong. The others she hadn't paid much attention to.

The young Martial Cultivator Yun Meng pointed to was also a blade cultivator. He stepped forward, drew a long sword, and pointed at Ye Liuyun: "You kid, step out for a duel, stop pretending to cultivate over there. If you lack the courage to fight, you don't need to go to the Martial Competition—just roll back now!"

Those around Ye Liuyun, seeing him brandish a blade to challenge Ye Liuyun, couldn't help but smile wryly. Even Jin Yuanhao inwardly muttered that the man was courting death! Ye Liuyun's blade intent is not something ordinary people can match.

Yun Meng saw the odd expressions and thought to herself, "What's going on? Could this kid be strong?" Usually the Team Leader is the strongest. So she naturally assumed Ye Liuyun wasn't stronger than Jin Yuanhao.

The sword‑wielding man, seeing Ye Liuyun give no response, ignored him and felt even more hesitant. He immediately slashed at Ye Liuyun, but Ye Liuyun didn't retaliate.

His blade intent was already near perfection, making him a standout among the younger generation.

Unexpectedly, as his blade cut forward, before it even reached Ye Liuyun, Ye Liuyun's whole body erupted with a powerful domineering aura. Before the blade intent could get close, it shattered the strike outright.

Yet Ye Liuyun remained seated in place, eyes still closed.

The man felt Ye Liuyun's blade intent, nearly losing his grip on the sword, and involuntarily stepped back three paces.

With that, everyone on Yun Meng's side was shocked!

"This youth is so strong! Why isn't he their Team Leader? With that blade intent, Jin Yuanhao certainly isn't his match! Could they be hiding a Trump Card?" Thinking this, Yun Meng sent a Martial Cultivator with a powerful Soul to test Ye Liuyun.

The man immediately stepped forward and said to Ye Liuyun, "Your blade intent is indeed strong, but I wonder how strong your Soul is? Why don't we try it out?"

Ye Liuyun still gave no response, remaining motionless in his seat.

"You're way too arrogant, aren't you? Not even bothering to glance at us?" the Martial Cultivator shouted.

Ye Liuyun, regardless of what he said, remained unmoved, continuing his own cultivation.

"Hmph! Then don't blame me for being impolite!" the Martial Cultivator, enraged, released one of his Souls, charging toward Ye Liuyun's Sea of Consciousness.

Everyone expected Ye Liuyun to counterattack. Yet he never moved, until that Soul surged into Ye Liuyun's Sea of Consciousness.

This left Yun Meng and the others bewildered.

"It just went straight in? He really didn't defend?"

Just as they were all astonished,

"Puff!"

The Martial Cultivator spewed a mouthful of blood and collapsed onto the ground.

"Ah!" Yun Meng cried, and together with a few others rushed to lift him up.

The Martial Cultivator's face turned pale, blood at the corner of his mouth, trembling as he said, "My Soul was instantly annihilated! His Soul is too strong!"

Hearing this, Yun Meng and the others were even more shocked, their gazes toward Ye Liuyun filled with terror.

That Martial Cultivator's Spiritual Soul Attack was hard for them to withstand. Yet his Soul was instantly wiped out by Ye Liuyun; his strength must be immense.

If Ye Liuyun were to launch an attack, none of them could resist; they would be like that Martial Cultivator—immediately disabled, not even needing to join the Martial Competition.