Dethroned from the Imperial Throne, Why Are You So Anxious When I Don't Want It Anymore? - Chapter 85
Chapter 85: Weren’t You Just So Arrogant?
The Sword King Legacy and the Apocalypse Nascent Soul gave Ye Xuan endless confidence.
He was confident that his current self was not much different from Ye Yu outside the Sacred Alchemy Sect Secret Realm, and perhaps even a little stronger.
At that time, Ye Yu could fight Ye Fan, a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator, and so could he!
Moreover, Cheng Dong in front of him was merely a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator!
“Idiot,” Feng Qing’er said, rolling her eyes. “Ye Yu, is he really your younger brother? How could he be so stupid? ”
Ye Yu shrugged. “He’s not my younger brother. ”
“Heh, you don’t understand. A sword cultivator must have this kind of relentless spirit,” Ye Fan said coldly after hearing Feng Qing’er’s muttering.
A group of sword cultivators nodded in agreement, looking at Ye Xuan with approval.
Ye Yu glanced at Ye Fan in surprise. Fundamentally, Ye Fan was right; the most important thing for a sword cultivator was to cultivate their mind and a certain aura.
It’s a pity that Ye Xuan didn’t have a relentless spirit.
Cheng Dong watched Ye Xuan point at him, his face turning cold. “It seems that blocking my punch gave you confidence. ”
From childhood to adulthood, until he became twenty-seventh on the Genius Ranking, Cheng Dong had never been so underestimated.
Ye Xuan’s actions successfully angered Cheng Dong.
But Ye Xuan remained completely unaware, still confident, raising his sword and slashing. “Sword King’s Resolve, Seven Absolutes Sword Technique! ”
Instantly, seven sword qi of different colors gathered around Ye Xuan. Under his control, they slashed towards Cheng Dong.
Cheng Dong did not dodge or evade, watching the sword qi attack him.
“Ye Xuan lost,” Ye Yu said calmly.
“Heh, lost? Do you know the weight of the Sword King Legacy? You talk big without knowing anything. I know you’re jealous of Little Xuan, but I didn’t expect you to be so ignorant,” Liu Ruyun said with a sneer.
Liu Ruyun had witnessed Ye Xuan’s Sword King’s Resolve, and she still couldn’t forget the feeling.
It was definitely not something a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator could block.
On the stage, sword qi flew wildly, kicking up a large cloud of dust. Suddenly, a purple light flashed, and Cheng Dong grabbed Ye Xuan’s neck, lifting him up and slamming him onto the stage.
Boom!
The entire stage trembled violently. Ye Xuan spat out a large mouthful of bl00d, looking at Cheng Dong in disbelief. “How… how is it possible? You’re a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator! How could you possibly block my Seven Absolutes Sword Technique! ”
“Little Xuan! ” Ye Fan and Liu Ruyun cried out in alarm, about to rush forward, but they were stopped.
No one was allowed to interfere during the Ranking Tournament.
“Weren’t you very arrogant just now? ” Cheng Dong smiled at Ye Xuan, then raised his hand, and a vast amount of spiritual energy gathered again.
“I surrender! ” Ye Xuan cried miserably, his body trembling uncontrollably.
“Is this the relentless spirit you were talking about? Hilarious! ” Feng Qing’er mocked.
But Ye Fan had no time to deal with Feng Qing’er’s mockery; he was completely focused on Ye Xuan on the stage.
Cheng Dong, seeing Ye Xuan trembling in fear, lost interest and threw him off the stage.
Seeing Ye Xuan’s pathetic state, the sword cultivators who had previously looked at him with approval all frowned. So what if he understood Sword Intent? As a sword cultivator, his state of mind was too weak to be of much use.
Feeling the condescending gazes around him, Ye Xuan’s face turned extremely ugly. Only now did he realize that he had lost his composure.
“Forget sword cultivators, as a member of the Imperial Family, you’re scared by such a small scene. Tsk tsk tsk… ” Feng Qing’er said disdainfully.
Ye Xuan gritted his teeth, unable to say a word, and glared at Ye Yu before returning to Great Yan’s location.
Ye Yu was used to it. The people of the Great Yan Imperial Family always pushed everything onto him. He had long understood this.
Great Yan’s defeat was expected by everyone. Although Ye Xuan’s Sword King’s Resolve had surprised them for a moment, it was only a moment.
The Ranking Tournament continued.
Soon, eight matches were completed, and without exception, the people from the Ten Great Super Empires won. Feng Qing’er lost to Tie Xin of the Yuan Dynasty.
The final match, Great Qin versus Zhu Dynasty, began quickly.
Ye Yu slowly stood up under Qin Wushuang’s worried gaze.
“Little Yu, if you can’t, just surrender. Losing to someone from the Zhu Dynasty isn’t shameful,” Qin Wushuang comforted.
Ye Yu couldn’t help but laugh. “Where did you hear that you should surrender before even fighting? ”
Although he said that, Ye Yu’s heart felt warm. Qin Wushuang’s concern was genuine.
“What? You still want to win? Even Little Yu lost. Don’t you think you’re really a match for these geniuses from the super empires? ” Liu Ruyun mocked.
“Yeah, Imperial Brother, they’re very strong. Be careful,” Ye Xuan said hypocritically.
Hearing this, Ye Yu glanced at Ye Xuan and smiled. “Don’t you want me to persist and refuse to surrender, then die up there? ”
“Imperial Brother, how can you think of me like that? ” Ye Xuan said with a pout.
“Oh? Why don’t you make an oath? ” Ye Yu raised an eyebrow and smiled.
Ye Xuan’s face changed instantly. For a cultivator, oaths were not to be taken lightly.
“Enough! Disobedient son, your brother is worried about you, what’s your attitude?!” Ye Fan slapped his chair and said coldly.
The people from the Yunlei Two States raised their eyebrows and looked over curiously.
Gossip is human nature, and cultivators are no exception.
Hearing Ye Fan, Ye Yu and Ye Xuan were brothers, but now Ye Yu was fighting for Great Qin. There was definitely something interesting going on.
Ye Yu glanced at Ye Fan. “Disobedient son? Are you saying I’m your child? Your own? ”
“You! My Great Yan Imperial Family doesn’t have a prince like you who doesn’t understand the order of hierarchy! ” Ye Fan glared angrily.
“Then shut up,” Ye Yu said calmly, then leaped lightly to the center of the stage, looking up at the Zhu Dynasty’s location.
On the stage, Zhu Yan felt Ye Yu’s gaze, slammed his fist on the table, and was about to stand up to fight.
“Wait, let your older brother go,” Zhu Lin said, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Ye Yu on the stage.
As soon as he finished speaking, not only Zhu Yan, but also others from the super empires were surprised.
Zhu Lin actually wanted Zhu Huan to go? No way?
Whether it was Cheng Dong or Tie Xin, they were geniuses of their empires, but like Zhu Yan, they were not the top geniuses.
Zhu Huan was the true leader of the Zhu Dynasty’s young generation.
Zhu Lin ignored the surprise of those around him, his gaze fixed on Ye Yu. He vaguely felt that Zhu Yan was no match for him.
Zhu Yan wanted to say something, but under Zhu Lin’s authoritative gaze, he sat down resentfully. “To deal with him, let Big Brother go. It’s like killing a chicken with a butcher knife! ”
But as he spoke, someone from the Zhu Dynasty crowd had already jumped onto the stage.