Chapter 58: The Good Show Begins

At this moment, the previous warmth had completely vanished from He Liang’s face. With a ferocious expression, he signed the life-and-death waiver in brush and ink, tossing it casually off the arena stage.

Fixing his gaze on Wan Yi, he sneered with a sinister tone, "Junior Brother Wan, you'd better watch yourself then!"

With those words, a flick of his spiritual sense summoned a flying sword from his storage pouch, which blasted straight toward Wan Yi!

He unleashed a lethal strike right from the start, his offensive fierce, sharp, and ruthless!

His attitude had changed so drastically that the crowd beneath the stage all frowned, thinking to themselves, "He Liang truly harbored malicious intentions when he challenged Wan Yi!"

Witnessing this, the expressions of the high-ranking figures from the Vast Expanse Sect shifted slightly. Lin Qiaosheng raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhou Shuo, as if asking, "What is the meaning of this?"

Zhou Shuo gave a slight shake of his head in response, indicating that he had no idea.

Immediately, he turned his gaze toward his eldest disciple, Leng Yanbing, and gave him a subtle look.

Receiving the cue, Leng Yanbing instantly understood. He took a few strides to the edge of the arena, ready to intervene and rescue this cunning junior brother of his should Wan Yi prove to be no match.

After all, there was a full major realm gap between Wan Yi and He Liang. No matter how formidable his junior brother might be, he probably wasn't a match for someone of that caliber.

Meanwhile, Zhao Changhe of the Heavenly Master Mansion transmitted his voice anxiously to Li Xun, questioning him, "What is going on with that disciple of yours? How can he be so utterly lacking in discretion?!"

Li Xun shrugged his shoulders and laughed disdainfully, "Elder Zhao, how on earth would I know what is going on inside his head?!"

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, faster than it takes to describe. Up on the arena, He Liang’s flying sword was already right in front of Wan Yi.

Wan Yi showed not a shred of fear. With a wave of the Taotie Gold-Inlaid Spear in his hand, a crisp "clang" rang out, and he knocked the fiercely rushing flying sword flying away.

The crowd beneath the stage was utterly astonished. One had to keep in mind that there was a full major realm gap between Wan Yi and He Liang.

For Wan Yi to casually swat away his opponent's offensive like that—just how immense must his true qi be?!

It was no wonder they were so shocked; Wan Yi had achieved a Perfect Foundation Establishment. Based solely on this, he was capable of rivaling ordinary cultivators in the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

Furthermore, he had cultivated the *Five Elements Qi Ocean Technique*, boasting a full six qi oceans within his body. With such boundless true qi, even two He Liangs would not be his match.

At this moment, the most shocked person of all was none other than He Liang himself up on the stage!

As the saying goes, a single move reveals the depth of an expert. His previous strike had held back nothing at all, a sword charged with ten percent of his full power, yet the opponent had easily swatted it aside. This made his heart crawl with unease.

However, once the bowstring was released, there was no turning back. The life-and-death waiver had already been signed; even if he wanted to back out now, he had no way out.

He simply hardened his heart, manipulated the flying sword to hack toward Wan Yi once again, and thought to himself, "I refuse to believe it! As a dignified Golden Core realm cultivator, I can't kill a Foundation Establishment ant like you?!"

Wan Yi stood completely motionless in his spot, looking at He Liang with a playful expression. Seeing his opponent stubbornly manipulating the flying sword to attack again, he spun the Taotie Gold-Inlaid Spear into a flowering blossom and thrust the tip straight toward the flying sword in mid-air!

With a booming "bang," the fiercely oncoming flying sword was shattered into pieces by the spear in Wan Yi's hand!

With his natal magical treasure destroyed, He Liang instantly suffered backlash to his mind and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His eyes filled with horror, he roared in disbelief, "How is this possible?! Your spear is merely a mortal weapon, how could it shatter my flying sword?!"

Wan Yi said with utter disdain, "It's just a precious tool, what is there to make such a fuss about?"

As he spoke, he lunged forward, his spear transforming into a sky-full of lingering shadows as he assaulted He Liang!

"You've finished your turn, now it's mine!"

The Thirteen Taotie Spears were designed to claim lives with every strike, each movement targeting He Liang's fatal points directly!

In an instant, He Liang was beaten to the point of having zero room for counterattack, exhausting every ounce of his skill just to narrowly evade Wan Yi's onslaught.

Yet even so, he could not escape the ferocious spear momentum. Even when dodging the fatal parts of his body, his clothes were pierced into countless tatters by the spear.

"Rip, rip"—the sound of tearing fabric was intensely ear-piercing. In the blink of an eye, the long robe on He Liang's body had turned into shreds of tattered cloth fluttering in the wind.

Looking at the utterly bedraggled He Liang on the stage, the crowd below let out a wave of gasps. Those who had been sweating for Wan Yi just moments ago were now filled to the absolute extreme with shock.

"Is this combat power a bit too ferocious?!"

"What cultivation realm is he even at? The Foundation Establishment stage!"

"Has anyone here ever seen someone at the Foundation Establishment stage chasing after a Golden Core cultivator and beating him?! And turning the guy into a complete mess, no less?"

"If you ask me, that He Liang is just trash. If I had gone up there instead, that Wan Yi would have been flat on his face long ago!"

"Keep bragging! If you've got the guts, go up and fight him once this match is over!"

The overlapping voices rising from the crowd made He Liang's face burn red. Having already been filled with a belly full of fire, he was now trembling all over with rage.

Although Wan Yi's spear momentum was fierce, it wasn't as if he was completely unable to handle it; it was solely because his flying sword had been destroyed and he lacked a weapon of comparable utility, otherwise he would not have ended up in such a wretched state.

Little did He Liang know, Wan Yi was actually holding back his strength while fighting him right now. If his opponent had gone all out, he probably would have lost his life long ago.

The reason Wan Yi did this was precisely to force He Liang’s hand. The bait he had painstakingly laid out last night—if he didn't compel his opponent to use it in front of everyone, wouldn't all his scheming have gone to waste?

It was precisely for this reason that Wan Yi had shattered his opponent's flying sword right at the start.

Right now, the situation on the stage was entirely one-sided. Wan Yi wielded his spear, chasing He Liang around with a casual and effortless expression, playing with him like a cat toying with a mouse.

Compared to before, He Liang appeared even more disheveled. After his outer robe was shredded to pieces by Wan Yi, his trousers became the next victims!

The pair of trousers that had previously been perfectly fine now resembled a feather duster. His fair, white thighs were faintly visible; if Wan Yi hadn't wanted to spare their eyes and left him a tiny patch of modesty cloth, He Liang's most critical parts would likely have been completely exposed to the public by now.

Seeing this, the male cultivators watching from below all wore wicked grins, while the female cultivators shrieked and squealed with wild excitement!

"Wah wah wah! He's so pale!"

"Oh dear mother! His butt!"

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As for the members of the Heavenly Master Mansion, every single one of their faces turned ashen! Their reputation had truly been dragged through the mud today, and they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!

Many disciples of the Heavenly Master Mansion were even cursing He Liang in their hearts: *What the hell is wrong with you, having nothing better to do than provoke a madman who clears out latrines?! Look at you now—not only did you lose all your dignity, but you even let everyone see your bare ass!*

The high-ranking figures of the Vast Expanse Sect wore expressions that were even more bizarre; wanting to laugh but feeling too embarrassed to do so, they were all on the verge of suffering internal injuries from holding it in.

Lin Qiaosheng gave an embarrassed, light cough and transmitted his voice to Zhou Shuo, "Tell your disciple to wrap it up already! In broad daylight, have they no shame?"

Seeing that the sect master had spoken up, Zhou Shuo hurriedly transmitted his voice to Wan Yi on the stage.

Upon hearing it, Wan Yi chuckled inwardly: *What's this? Asking me to stop? Not a chance in hell! The good show hasn't even started yet, what are you all rushing for?*

Meanwhile, He Liang on the opposite side was clearly driven to the absolute pinnacle of shame and anger. With crimson eyes, he reached his hand into his bosom and groped for that storage ring.

He gnashed his teeth and said, "Brat, you push people too far! Even if I die today, I'll drag you down to the grave with me!"

To be continued......