Chapter 1829: Someone Is Angry!

"Bian Ziqiu, you've stolen all the spotlight. You crippled Yi Qingxiang, and now I have no one to practice on in this round."

"Hey, that kid Yi Qingxiang was too weak. He was down before I even made a move."

"True. If it were me, I'd have knocked his teeth out too! Blame that kid Ye Yuan!"

"Senior Brother Yang already said that when we meet that kid, he'll end up worse than Yi Qingxiang."

Before the match began, a few young men were chatting animatedly under the arena.

The topic of conversation was naturally the battle between Bian Ziqiu and Yi Qingxiang the other day.

One of them was Bian Ziqiu, Yi Qingxiang's opponent from the previous round.

The other was his opponent for this round, Wei Yunhui from Ruyi Sect!

Speaking of which, Wei Yunhui was also at the peak of the First Heaven of the Divine God Realm, similar to Yi Qingxiang's level.

But from the perspective of a powerful sect like Ruyi Sect, disciples of Shadow Moon Sect were naturally no match.

Of course, Yi Qingxiang was severely injured and definitely couldn't participate in the subsequent matches, which robbed Wei Yunhui of a lot of fun.

"Wei Yunhui, the battle is over. It's your turn to go up!" Bian Ziqiu laughed.

Wei Yunhui shrugged and cursed with a smile, "You bastard, you've eliminated my opponent. What's there to go up for? Today is just a formality! Strange, that kid is so badly injured, yet Shadow Moon Sect still hasn't announced his withdrawal from the Huangling Tournament."

Bian Ziqiu laughed, "Shadow Moon Sect only has this bit of dignity left. They're probably just trying to spite us."

Once on the arena, Wei Yunhui had no opponent and just waited for the referee to announce the result.

According to the rules of the Huangling Tournament, being late by half an hour meant automatic forfeit and direct admission of defeat.

Although everyone knew Yi Qingxiang was gravely injured and near death, Shadow Moon Sect had not announced his withdrawal from the remaining matches.

This meant Wei Yunhui had to wait on the stage for half an hour.

As time ticked by, Wei Yunhui grew irritable and grumbled, "Damn it, the guy's already crippled and still has to be a nuisance! Too bad he didn't fall into my hands, or I'd have beaten him to a pulp!"

The elder from Shangqing Sect also grew impatient and said to Du Rufeng, "Elder Du, since he can't possibly come, why not just announce the result?"

Du Rufeng glanced at him and said calmly, "Rules are rules. The time hasn't come yet, so how can we announce the result?"

Just then, a few figures walked over slowly, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

The one in front was Xu Yan, the elder of Shadow Moon Sect.

Today, Shadow Moon Sect only had one match for Yi Qingxiang, so no one from the sect had come, and not many people paid attention.

When the crowd looked behind Xu Yan, an uproar erupted.

"That's Yi Qingxiang? He's fine!"

"Impossible! Everyone saw his injuries that day; he was on the brink of death. How could he have recovered?"

"No, his aura is different. He... he broke through!"

...

On the arena, Wei Yunhui's pupils contracted.

Yi Qingxiang's appearance caught him off guard.

Of course, that wasn't the most important thing.

The most important thing was that Yi Qingxiang had broken through!

In just ten days, Yi Qingxiang had not only fully recovered from his injuries but also advanced to the Second Heaven of the Divine God Realm.

How was that possible?

Below the arena, Bian Ziqiu was equally shocked.

He had dealt the blow himself, so he knew his own strength.

If Yi Qingxiang hadn't been clever and rolled off the arena at the last moment that day, he would already be dead.

Even if a skilled alchemist saved him, it would take at least eight or ten years to recover.

If things went wrong, it could even affect his future cultivation.

Yet in just ten days, Yi Qingxiang appeared before him, alive and kicking.

This feeling was extremely frustrating, even making him doubt life.

"Qingxiang, go up. Some people can't wait to beat you to a pulp." Xu Yan said sarcastically.

At this moment, Yi Qingxiang seemed reborn; his former arrogance and disdain for everything had vanished.

If one word could describe him, it was maturity.

"Yes, Elder Xu."

Yi Qingxiang bowed and leaped onto the arena.

Xu Yan cupped his hands to Du Rufeng and said, "Elder Du, Qingxiang was at a critical moment of breakthrough, hence the delay. Please forgive us."

Du Rufeng glanced deeply at Ye Yuan beside Xu Yan and said, "No matter. The half-hour hasn't passed yet. Since he's here, let the match officially begin."

Yi Qingxiang looked at the stunned Wei Yunhui and said with a faint smile, "You seem surprised that I could come?"

Wei Yunhui's face was very grim. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't get cocky! So what if you broke through? A Second Heaven like you with an unstable foundation is no match for me."

Yi Qingxiang smiled, "Is that so? Let's find out, shall we?"

The confidence radiating from Yi Qingxiang made Wei Yunhui's heart pound.

He had watched the last match too; the Yi Qingxiang then was a completely different person from now.

Only between life and death can one achieve great enlightenment.

As soon as the battle began, Wei Yunhui couldn't smile anymore.

After breaking through, Yi Qingxiang was not as weak as he had claimed.

On the contrary, Yi Qingxiang's suppression of him was comprehensive, giving him no chance at all.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

After a brief stalemate, Wei Yunhui completely collapsed.

Yi Qingxiang struck blow after blow, leaving Wei Yunhui no room to fight back.

"I... I surrender!"

Severely injured, Wei Yunhui finally chose to surrender.

He had been beaten to a pulp, but it was himself who was beaten to a pulp.

After a complete victory over Wei Yunhui, Yi Qingxiang cast a grateful glance at Ye Yuan below the arena.

It was Ye Yuan who had given him a rebirth.

Yi Qingxiang's strength was originally at the peak of the First Heaven of the Divine God Realm, but that bottleneck couldn't be broken through in a short time.

Feeling a sense of guilt toward Yi Qingxiang, Ye Yuan had refined a Jade Fusion Purple Heart Pill for him.

Yi Qingxiang descended gracefully and came before Bian Ziqiu, saying calmly, "You must be disappointed that I can continue in the Huangling Tournament?"

Bian Ziqiu's expression was unpleasant. Hearing Yi Qingxiang's words, he sneered, "Don't think that breaking through to the Second Heaven makes you something special. If you step onto the arena again, I'll still beat you senseless."

Yi Qingxiang smiled faintly, "I never said I was something special. The one who is special is someone else. After today, you people from Shangqing Sect should be careful. Someone... is angry."

Yi Qingxiang was self-aware; he knew that even after breaking through to the Second Heaven, he was no match for Bian Ziqiu.

Bian Ziqiu was stunned for a moment, then pointed at Ye Yuan and said, "You don't mean him, do you? Hahaha, how ridiculous! His anger means nothing!"