The Legend of Futian

Chapter 1923 Irony

Chapter 1923 Irony

Shangguan Qiuye glanced at Jun Qiuyan. Their two families already held pretty deep grudges against one another.

Previously, Jun Qiuyan also did not hold back when he was attacking them.

In that case, since such a wonderful opportunity presented itself, she was surely going to use it.

She would not kill anyone from the Jun Family herself, let alone even touch Jun Qiuyan. However, even if she didn’t act, Ye Futian would act in her steed.

At this point, all she needed to do was to separate Master Yan from the Jun Family. As long as he could comprehend how challenging it would be to continue fighting against Ye Futian and thus retreat, Ye Futian and Beigong Ao could deal with the remaining virtuosos.

Yun Zhe, who wasn’t standing too far away from Shangguan Qiuye, also stared at her and blandly said, "Shangguan, it isn’t too appropriate for you to interfere, don’t you think so?"

"So what you are saying is you also want to interfere in this and target Renhuang Ye?" Shangguan Qiuye rebuked. Yun Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly. He could also see how powerful Ye Futian was. If the Yun Family also acted, perhaps they could stop Ye Futian.

However, Shangguan Qiuye was also a variable. If she also decided to participate in the fight, the battle might be difficult to predict.

His silhouette stood in the space, observing the virtuosos in front of him. His eyes showed that he was contemplating what he should do. Given the circumstances in front of him, he hesitated. Should he act?

The Jun Family now could be said to be utterly defeated. If he acted against Ye Futian, the lives of the Yun Family would be all at stake.

For now, he would observe the choice that Master Yan made.

Even though he had a pretty decent relationship with Jun Qiuyan, it was ultimately a relationship based on individual profits and gains. When it came to his own interests, especially his life, it was natural to distance himself from this conflict and not help Jun Qiuyan.

Previously he had completely underestimated Ye Futian, causing the virtuosos from the Jun Family to pay an excruciating price.

Jun Qiuyan’s eyes revealed an icy expression. He glanced at Shangguan Qiuye and then looked at Master Yan and said, "Master Yan, I am sure you know how well the Jun Family has treated you all along. The Shangguan Family and Jun Family are both cultivating on the Penglai Continent. If the Shangguan Family interfered in today’s conflict, the Jun Family will definitely declare war on the Shangguan Family at all costs."

"Do you think you are still eligible to represent the Jun Family?" Shangguan Qiuye sarcastically asked. "Even if you can safely walk out of the Eastern Deity Island, just based on your performance this time, I doubt you’ll have much say left in the Jun Family."

Jun Qiuyan’s face turned stony. He felt a chill in his heart. He understood very clearly that whatever Shangguan Qiuye said was the truth.

This trip that he made to the Eastern Deity Island had cost the Jun Family too many virtuosos. The entire family had spent a decent amount of resources on this trip and made him the leader of this trip and had even dispatched three level-eight practitioners to aid him. This time, apart from a chance for him to further his cultivation, was also the family’s way of testing him.

For this purpose, the family had high hopes for him.

However, it was obvious that even the word "disappointment" couldn’t begin to describe his performance this time. He had allowed the annihilation of nearly all the virtuosos who were from the Jun Family or otherwise hired. He failed to obtain an opportunity of the Great Path, and now, even his life was at stake.

Under these circumstances, even if he managed to slay Ye Futian and walk out alive, his status in the family would drastically fall. He would be laughed at by his peers and would no longer have the same level of authority as he did before.

Perhaps, among the many virtuosos of the Jun Family who had stepped onto the Eastern Deity Island in the past, he had by far the worst performance.

"So have you made your decision?" Ye Futian, who was floating in the air and bathed in a divine halo, asked Master Yan. Jun Qiuyan definitely had to be taken down. However, Master Yan was not a member of the Jun Family, so there was no absolute need to deal with him. If he was willing to give up the fight, then Ye Futian could pretend that nothing had happened before. With one less level-eight virtuoso as his opponent, Ye Futian could focus more on his other opponents.

"All right."

Master Yan sighed deeply, looked at Ye Futian, and said, "With your talent, if you don’t die, you will certainly become a powerful figure in the future. I doubt even the Jun Family will be your match, let alone myself. This time, I have agreed to follow the Jun Family onto this Eastern Deity Island. Since a conflict has broken out between both sides, I have to stand on the side of the Jun Family. I will now unleash an attack at my full power. If you are unable to take it, I will still kill you. If you manage to survive the attack, I will leave immediately, and I won’t complain if you wish to seek revenge on me in the future."

Ye Futian glanced at his opponent and understood Master Yan’s intentions. He had no issues with this arrangement.

When Master Yan finished speaking, a golden skyglow appeared above, stretching into the horizon and shrouding the entire space. A golden pattern glimmered into existence above Master Yan’s head. That was his Divine Wheel of the Great Path, and it looked like a matrix blueprint. As the skyglow stretched into the horizon, the golden pattern covered the space. Around Ye Futian, the golden stone pillars appeared once again, sealing the entire area.

Master Yan’s body flashed once. He appeared near the golden pattern in the skies above. Standing in the air, he glanced down at the Ye Futian floating below him.

Boom! A terrifying light radiated outward. The endless golden skyglow enveloped the entire area. Each ray of golden light seemed to morph into a golden spear. From the skies above, an uncountable number of spears rained down, the entire cascade emitting a sharp, bone-chilling, all-destroying will.

Master Yan glanced downward. With a press of his finger, the countless golden rays of light flew toward Ye Futian, burying the entire space. Where Ye Futian was, the golden light emitted by the matrix was also attacking him in a frenzy. Master Yan achieved resonance between his finger and the Great Path of heaven and earth. The spears whistled madly, and the golden matrix roared in an uncontrollable rage.

Ye Futian emerged from the eye of the destructive storm. He emitted a terrifying, cold aura, and it was as though a full moon had emerged. The will of the Great Path radiated outward from his body, completely covering the entire area. When the terrifying murderous attack that could bury even space itself flew toward him, it became weaker as it closed in on his body. Not only did the spears become slower, but also they seemed to be coated in snow and ice.

Everyone saw the glaring golden light rays targeting Ye Futian, and he was about to be swallowed up by the devastating attack when a flurry of snow and ice swept outward, overpowering the layer of golden light. Many people let out a shocked expression. What power was this?

Master Ye continued to point his finger downward. On the tip of his finger, wisps of terrifyingly strong Divine Light swirled around, resonating with the Great Path of the heavens. He inched his fingertip downward, but his lethal attack still could not even touch Ye Futian. Even though he had fully activated his Divine Matrix, he could feel that an absolute domain had formed around Ye Futian. Within that domain, no matter what power infiltrated, it would always be sealed by ice and destroyed by the Will of the Sword.

The onlookers looked at the center of the Divine Matrix. An apocalyptic, destructive stream of power swept downward and completely buried Ye Futian.

"Is he dead?" Many people had this thought at the same time. Jun Qiuyan too stared intently at the spot.

Such an attack had buried Ye Futian. Surely the powers of the Great Path of a level-eight virtuoso were sufficient to wipe out Ye Futian.

"Oin!" Right then, Master Yan retracted his finger. Instantly, the terrifying golden divine glow cloaking his body faded away. Many people were perplexed by this. What did he mean by this?

Master Yan turned around to leave. "This old man isn’t capable enough."

As he finished speaking, the Divine Matrix vanished, leaving behind a white-haired silhouette. A terrifying Will of the Sword surrounded the silhouette. An icy-cold aura also emanated from the same silhouette. Impressively, Ye Futian was still there. He lifted his head slightly; his eyes were, as always, sharp and bright.

Seeing this, Jun Qiuyan’s heart fell. A strand of despair emanated from his dark eyes. Ye Futian could still survive even with an attack like this?

How could an all-out attack from a level-eight virtuoso fail to slay a low-level Renhuang?

Boom! At this moment, a terrifying, deafening rumble echoed in the skies. Victory was decided on the other battlefield. Beigong Ao unleashed a murderous streak of lightning that pierced his opponent, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. He vomited blood unceasingly, his face a ghostly white.

He lost. In this battle between level-eight virtuosos, not only did he fail to trap Beigong Ao, but also he was injured by Beigong Ao’s counterattack. His Domain of the Great Path collapsed into dust.

Among the three level-eight virtuosos, one remained, while the other was defeated and sustained severe injuries.

Only the level-eight virtuoso who was standing guard in front of Jun Qiuyan remained unscathed.

However, the tables have been turned completely. The other two level-seven virtuosos had absolutely no chance of winning against either Ye Futian or Beigong Ao. In fact, it could even be said that they would die for sure. Even if they joined the fight, they couldn’t even stop either Beigong Ao or Ye Futian.

The robe on Ye Futian fluttered, and the snow covering his body instantly disappeared. He strode forward in Jun Qiuyan’s direction. The level-eight virtuoso was standing guard in front, while the other two level-seven high-level Renhuangs took the flanks.

Despite having achieved an extremely high level of cultivation, the three people felt that a powerful enemy was right in front of them when they face Ye Futian. The two level-seven virtuosos, in particular, had an intense wariness in their eyes. While it might be difficult for Ye Futian to deal with a level-eight virtuoso, it would be straightforward for him to kill any level-seven Renhuang.

In Jun Qiuyan’s eyes, apart from a malicious glint, there was also a tinge of fear when he looked at Ye Futian.

Even in his wildest dreams, he would not have expected that a practitioner from the outer continents whom he met in the Penglai Deity Region and thought to be insignificant could now threaten his life and possibly cause them all to die in the Eastern Deity Island.

Ye Futian stopped midair and looked at Jun Qiuyan and said, "Apart from that time in the Penglai Deity Region, from the start till now, you have never faced me by yourself. How pathetic."

Hearing Ye Futian’s words, Jun Qiuyan felt a strong wave of humiliation. Even then, he still hid behind the level-eight virtuoso and did not dare come out, causing him to look even more pathetic.

This entire scene was extremely ironic.

An entourage of over a hundred Renhuangs had been reduced to such a sorry state.

"Do you want to come out yourself, or do I need to do it myself?" Ye Futian continued. He did not intend to kill Jun Qiuyan. There was still some use in keeping him alive!