The God of Sky and Earth

Chapter 600: No Mercy!

The young man in a yellow robe stared at Su Yi as he turned around, with a cold and arrogant expression. He thought Su Yi had heard the words "Sacred Mountain" and felt a sense of fear deep inside.

"Has someone from Sacred Mountain arrived at the Divine Sword School?" Su Yi continued to gaze at the few young men, and the words "Sacred Mountain" echoed in his ears, causing turbulent emotions within him. He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed them, hiding any traces of his emotions in his expression.

"Aren't you a disciple of the Divine Sword School?" one of the young men asked in confusion. They thought that the news of Sacred Mountain coming to the Divine Sword School should be known to all the disciples. Could it be that this young man in front of them was not a disciple of the Divine Sword School?

"Who I am is none of your concern. Just tell me, has someone from Sacred Mountain come to the Divine Sword School, and who are they?" Su Yi continued to gaze at the few young men and asked.

"Kid, do you know who you're talking to?"

The few disciples from Sacred Mountain could no longer bear it. This young man in front of them had been looking at them with a dismissive attitude, making it impossible for them to bear with it any longer.

"Just answer me, or don't blame me for not being polite to you!" Su Yi spoke calmly but sternly.

"Kid, it seems like you're asking for death!"

The young man in the yellow robe was already filled with anger, his cold eyes fixed on Su Yi, radiating a sense of coldness.

Su Yi's gaze also turned cold, he originally intended to leave, but these disciples announcing their school caught his attention instead.

"Arrogant brat, it seems like you're seeking death!"

The young man in the yellow robe could no longer tolerate it. No one has ever dared to speak to them like this. On the Sacred Mountain, they were also direct disciples with a high status. When they ventured outside, everyone treated them with utmost respect.

"Swoosh..."

In an instant, the young man in the yellow robe made a move, his foot propelled by his vital energy as he stepped on the ground, his figure swiftly leaping forward.

Vital energy gathered in the palm of the young man in the yellow robe, bringing forth a powerful and sharp gust of force as he struck directly towards Su Yi.

At this moment, the young man in the yellow robe from the Sacred Mountain showed no mercy in his attack, nearly giving it his all. It seemed like he wanted to teach Su Yi a lesson, even going as far as killing him. Even if this kid was a disciple of the Divine Sword School, disrespecting them like this, killing him wouldn't make much difference. What could the Divine Sword School possibly do to them!

As Su Yi's gaze fixed on the incoming palm strike, his expression slightly darkened. In his heart, he also wanted to know the level of the Sacred Mountain disciples. His figure remained still, observing the palm imprint rapidly expanding in his pupils. In an instant, he shook his arm and swiftly retaliated with a palm strike.

"Boom!"

The two palm imprints collided instantly, with no sign of retreat. A muffled sound reverberated.

A gust of vital energy swept through, raising swirling dust and shaking the ground. The gate was directly flipped over.

"Pu..."

The young man in the yellow robe from the Sacred Mountain spewed a mouthful of blood, and then his figure was violently sent flying, crashing heavily onto the road several meters away. The impact caused the street to tremble, splitting open the ground, creating a horrifying scene.

Su Yi stood motionless, his robes and hair only slightly fluctuating, his gaze flickering with a cold light.

Su Yi has never had any good feelings towards the people from the Sacred Mountain, especially considering the fierceness and killing intent displayed by the other party. Sensing it, Su Yi naturally wouldn't hold back.

"Ah..."

The young man in the yellow robe screamed in agony as he rolled on the ground, coughing up blood.

His entire palm was shattered, bones cracking through the flesh, the palm split open, blood flowing profusely. The whole palm, along with the arm, became completely limp, crushed into a pulp. This kind of pain was excruciating, piercing through the heart.

The figure drinking alone in the tavern lifted his gaze once again. Within the cloak covering his face, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, quickly disappearing, and then returning to calmness.

The whole scene was filled with shock. Originally, everyone thought that facing a supposedly legendary disciple of the Sacred Mountain, that young man would definitely face a terrible fate, either dying or suffering severe injuries. Never did they expect the current turn of events.

The three remaining disciples of the Sacred Mountain were also dumbfounded, staring in disbelief at Su Yi . Some of them found it hard to regain their composure. The young man before their eyes was clearly around the same age as them, or even slightly younger. As disciples of the Sacred Mountain, they did not consider him worthy of too much attention, but they had never expected him to be so powerful.

Su Yi ignored the yellow-robed youth who had been thrown back in agony and coldly scanned the remaining three disciples of the Sacred Mountain.

"Who...who are you?"

The three youths felt an inexplicable fear as Su Yi's gaze bore into them, causing an involuntary chill to run through their hearts.

"Since you are from the Sacred Mountain, let's see how far you have reached!"

Su Yi 's eyes flashed with a cold intent as he stepped forward. Qi surged beneath his feet as his figure appeared before the three youths like a ghostly presence.

These three youths were disciples of the Sacred Mountain, and even direct disciples. Their strength was undoubtedly extraordinary, and their talent didn't need to be mentioned. Each one of them was outstanding among their peers.

However, when these three youths encountered Su Yi , they were all at the Yuan Soul Realm cultivation level. The strongest among them was considered a leading figure among their peers on the entire Sacred Mountain, but they were only barely stepping into the Yuan Spirit Realm.

Their age and cultivation level were enough to astound the outside world, but compared to Su Yi at this moment, they were far inferior.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

In just a few moves, Su Yi launched a powerful assault, directly sending the three youths flying. They didn't even have time to display their trump cards before being severely injured.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

The three youths screamed in agony as they were thrown far away, blood flowing from their bodies. One had an arm broken, while another coughed up fragments of his internal organs.

When dealing with disciples of the Sacred Mountain, Su Yi acted mercilessly, not holding back at all. He intentionally used heavy force.

In the blink of an eye, all four disciples of the Sacred Mountain were heavily injured, leaving the scene in a state of shock and dismay.

Such commotion had already attracted many onlookers, causing gasps of astonishment.

Su Yi glanced around at his surroundings. This was Forging Sword City, only a hundred miles away from the Divine Sword School. It was clear that there were people from the Divine Sword School present. To avoid trouble, he unceremoniously searched the four youths and took their space bags before leaving.

After learning about the punishment dealt to Yun Lingfeng , Su Yi had already decided that he didn't want to encounter anyone from the Divine Sword School. Now that people from the Sacred Mountain had arrived at the Divine Sword School, he deliberately avoided them.

Su Yi was well aware that even though he had made progress, he was still like an insignificant ant compared to the mighty Sacred Mountain. He was completely unable to resist.

If he were to encounter someone from the Sacred Mountain at the Divine Sword School and his identity were to be exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Su Yi did not believe that the people of the Divine Sword School would be able to protect him.