"He's... dead!"
"Gods! That young man actually killed someone right in front of Song Wushen. Is he mad?"
"This... alas! That young man was far too impulsive!"
"No! I don't think so! That young man easily eliminated a peak Martial Emperor. His strength must have reached the Martial God realm as well. If that's the case, he might not be weaker than Song Wushen!"
"Indeed! How could someone reach the Martial God realm at such a young age! Who... who is this monstrous talent from which sect!"
"But even if that young man has reached the Martial God realm, Song Santong is a veteran Martial God who has been famous for a long time. In terms of strength, I'm afraid..."
"Let's watch! I have a feeling it's not that simple!"
"..."
In the center of the arena, Ye Ming casually tossed the middle-aged man's corpse towards Song Santong and said,
"I killed him. What are you going to do about it?"
Didn't you want to be arrogant? To see who was more audacious?
Then I'll be as arrogant as possible. What can you do?
Song Santong stared at the corpse, its eyes wide open in eternal resentment, and a towering rage instantly consumed his heart.
"You... are courting death!"
He looked up abruptly, his eyes dark to the extreme. Furious true qi raged around his body, filling the air with a palpable killing intent. All the onlookers instinctively retreated.
"No one dares to provoke me like this!"
Song Santong extended his aged palm, where a fearsome true qi gathered, gradually forming a great saber nearly two meters long, radiating boundless saber intent.
"And no one dares to disrespect me!"
As he spoke, he raised the true qi saber above his head, a ferocious glint flashing in his pupils. In an instant, all the surrounding furious true qi converged onto the blade.
Three meters!
Four meters!
As more and more true qi surged in, Song Santong leaped, hovering in the air, looking down at Ye Ming and declaring, "Those who do not leave within three breaths will be buried with him!"
Upon hearing this, coupled with the saber light that pierced the sky, everyone's eyelids twitched, their backs chilled, and they fled outwards in a frenzy.
"Wushen Song! This young master is a distinguished guest of our Dragon Phoenix Pavilion. Are you sure you want to act?"
Just as everyone was busy leaving this troublesome spot, Xi Yao stepped forward, facing Song Santong directly.
"Phoenix Son Xi Yao, this person killed my beloved disciple. I must slay him!" Song Santong said coldly. "I have no intention of making enemies with the Dragon Phoenix Pavilion. But if the Dragon Phoenix Pavilion insists on protecting this person, then do not blame this old man for being ruthless!"
So, the middle-aged man from before was his disciple.
No wonder he had stepped out to protect him earlier.
"Wushen Song! This matter..."
"Yue Mian! Escort Miss Xi Yao away!"
Before Xi Yao could finish speaking, Ye Ming's voice suddenly interrupted.
"Brother Ye! There's still room for negotiation in this matter! I believe that with the status of our Dragon Phoenix Pavilion, we can certainly resolve this..."
"Sister Yao, let's go!"
Du Yue Mian saw Xi Yao's concern and, without further explanation, pulled her away.
"Yue Mian! That Song Santong is a renowned Wushen. Even if Brother Ye is powerful, he might be in great danger!"
Xi Yao, seeing Du Yue Mian's calm demeanor, was very puzzled.
"Don't worry! A mere Wushen is no big deal," Du Yue Mian reassured her.
"What? A mere Wushen?"
Hearing this understated remark, Xi Yao wondered if she had misheard.
That was a Wushen!
Seeing this, Du Yue Mian could only shake her head helplessly, not knowing how to explain.
Returning to the arena, Song Santong secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xi Yao had left.
If Xi Yao, the Phoenix Son of the Dragon Phoenix Pavilion, had insisted on staying, he would have truly been troubled. He absolutely dared not offend a behemoth like the Dragon Phoenix Pavilion.
But then, as he looked at the young man's nonchalant expression, his heart suddenly jolted.
"A Wushen so young? This..."
After his emotions had somewhat calmed, he regained some rationality.
Xi Yao was the Phoenix Son of the Dragon Phoenix Pavilion.
And that young man?
In the ancient martial world, he had never heard of any sect's prodigy reaching such a realm at this age.
Realizing this, Song Santong's expression darkened once more.
On one side was his disciple, and on the other, a mysterious young man. He was truly in a dilemma.
Anyone who could cultivate to the Wushen realm was not foolish.
"Kid! Although you killed my disciple, if I were to strike you down, people might say I'm bullying the young. " Song Santong suddenly dispersed the terrifying saber intent he had gathered and said coldly, "State your lineage. I'd like to see which master taught such an arrogant disciple?"
Seeing the opponent withdraw his attack, Ye Ming was slightly taken aback. But after hearing those words, he understood the other party's intention.
Song Santong was clearly wary, fearing that he had a formidable power behind him.
After all, offending a powerful figure for a disciple who was already dead was, no matter how you thought about it, not worth it.
"I have no sect or master. Wushen Song, you may strike." Ye Ming looked at Song Santong, who was suspended in the air, and said indifferently, "What, are you afraid of this junior like me?"
"You..."
Faced with such provocation, Song Santong's barely calmed anger surged again. His eyes were overcast, hiding a murderous intent.
If in the past, a junior dared to speak to him like this, he would have slapped them away long ago.
But the calmer Ye Ming appeared, the more uncertain he felt.
"Good! Very good! Since that's the case!"
At this moment, Song Santong slowly descended from the air, returning to the ground. He clasped his hands behind his back and said solemnly, "To avoid people in the ancient martial world saying I bully the young, I will give you three chances to attack!"
"After three attempts, if you can make me take a single step back, we will drop this matter, and I will not pursue it further! But if you cannot even make me take a step back, then you will pay the price for your arrogance!"
"Hmm?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Ming was dumbfounded.
He was to attack first?
And three times?
"Are you kidding me?" Ye Ming said, somewhat unsettled.
"Hmph! Do you think I would joke with you?"
Song Santong extended his right hand and said coldly, "For you to reach the Martial God realm at such a young age is indeed a rare and extraordinary talent. However, I will let you understand. Even within the same Martial God realm, the strength can be vastly different."
"This..."
Seeing Song Santong motion for him to attack, Ye Ming truly didn't know what to say.
He feared that if he threw a single palm strike, the other party wouldn't even leave behind any residue.
Of course!
He also understood the purpose behind the other party's actions.
Song Santong was merely wary of his identity and feared incurring great disaster upon himself. It was for this reason that he would resolve the matter in this manner.
If Ye Ming's guess was correct, even if he couldn't defeat Song Santong, the other party would feign a step back after he launched his final attack, giving himself an out.
This way, Song Santong would maintain his image as a senior while resolving the grievance.
After this, he would only need to investigate Ye Ming's background.
If there was indeed a formidable sect behind him, then so be it.
But if not, it wouldn't be too late to act.
The balance he struck was perfectly judged.
However, there was one point he had overlooked.
That was... Ye Ming's strength.