559  a small dispute [4]


    "master!"


    the sound of hurried footsteps echoed as qi xue and qi nue rushed into the alchemy chamber, slamming the heavy wooden doors open.


    *thud* the room was filled with the faint, sweet aroma of herbs and bubbling elixirs.


    yao jing, lounging on the cold stone floor with a half-empty jade wine flask in hand, turned her head lazily toward the disturbance.


    her gaze condensed looking at their panicked faces "what happened, nue''er?"


    qi nue hurriedly walked close to her "little brother picked a fight with a senior."


    oh? yao jing raised an eyebrow in surprise and straightened herself up, sitting on the cold floor "are they fighting right now?


    qi nue hastily nodded her head "yes, master.. they are fighting a death match in arena with that senior who is a stage above him."


    upon hearing this, yao jing''s brows furrowed in thought, ''he even withstood against that woman and gave her a lot of punches...''


    ''he might be reckless, but he is no fool... so i am sure he can win this fight.''


    but instead of the panic her disciples expected, yao jing simply stretched her arms above her head, letting out an exaggerated yawn. "waaaah... so the boy found himself in some trouble. well, let''s go, then." qi nue sighed in relief, taking a step toward the door. "thank goodness! if you intervene-" eh?


    yao jing chuckled loudly and shrugged her arms. "who told you i am going to stop the fight?"


    "i am going there to watch my disciple fight... hehehehe."


    "b-but master!" qi xue stammered, rushing forward, and her face turned pale.


    "he could die. that senior is an entire stage above him. we need to do something. call the sect master, or-" yao jing raised her hand, stopping her, "do you think tian''er is foolish enough to pick a spar knowing that he can''t win?"


    qi nue looked unconvinced, her fists clenched tightly. "but this isn''t just a spar! it''s a life-or-death match." yao jing raised her chest proudly "i have complete confidence in my disciple that he will win."


    the three of them quickly rushed out of the alchemy chamber and yao jing instantly shot up in the air, reaching the arena.


    within moments, yao jing reached the arena and hovered in the air briefly, her eyes scanning the scene below.


    the crowd had grown massive, a sea of disciples buzzing with anticipation and the fight is also about to start.


    "didn''t expect for you to be here... yao jing."


    hearing a sweet voice, yao jing turned her to look at the beautiful woman floating beside her "elder velnorah?"


    *bamm* as his fist landed on the face, another bone-breaking noise echoed through the arena. *crunch*


    zhao tian''s finger grabbed his hair tightly, pulling him up with such force that strands of hair tore from his scalp.


    holding his face inches away, zhao tian smashed his knee into wei liang''s chest with a sickening *thud*, shattering his ribs.


    "ughhhh!" wei liang coughed violently, blood spilling from his mouth as his body convulsed.


    *bam!* zhao tian hurled him across the arena like a discarded doll.


    "arghhh!" wei liang skidded across the bloodstained stones, leaving a crimson trail in his bloody path.


    zhao tian walked towards wei liang, who was lying in the arena, his whole body drenched in blood.


    ''using space energy to suppress his movements and attacking him... good.''


    as he walked toward him, wei liang felt the space energy crushing down on him, pinning his body to the ground.


    ''urghhh.. why can''t i fucking move?''


    reaching him, zhao tian raised his leg, placing his foot on wei liang''s throat.


    h-huh?


    wei liang''s body trembled in horror and he raised his swollen eyes to look at zhao tian''s face through the blurriness of his vision.


    zhao tian slowly crushed his throat with his foot and wei liang''s hands clawed weakly at the blood-soaked ground, his fingers trembling as if trying to find something... anything... to cling to.


    "urghh haa.. uff." his breathing came in ragged, desperate gasps, each one shorter and weaker than the last.


    *splash* *puchi* the arena was eerily silent, saved for the sickening crunch of bone and cartilage giving way under zhao tian''s foot.


    wei liang stopped resisting and his eyes rolled up...


    as he fell dead, zhao tian raised his gaze, looking at lei feng who was scared shitless...


    "next."


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