Chapter 2087: Is This Your Martial Dao?

"Wang Ming, Zhou Qianhui, Su Xinyu, my god, those... those are all the chief disciples of the various Heavenly Lords!"

"This is it, Master Ji is dead for sure! These chief disciples, even the weakest is at the early stage of True God Ninth Heaven. How can he fight?"

"Except for the already fallen Masters He Xiangyun and Song Cao, all the top young talents of Jiuluo Gathering are gathered here."

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Exclamations of astonishment surrounded them; clearly, this lineup had frightened them.

These chief disciples were extremely powerful even among True God Ninth Heaven, easily crushing those of the same rank.

Master Ji wasn't even at the late stage of True God realm yet. How could he possibly fight?

Feng Tianyang looked arrogant, turned to Guhong, and said indifferently, "Guhong, leave the matters of the younger generation to us. You'd better not interfere. Otherwise... don't blame me for being rude!"

Guhong Heavenly Lord narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Rest assured, I won't intervene."

Wang Ming looked disdainfully at Ye Yuan and said flatly, "Brother Feng, dealing with a character like this, I alone am more than enough. Why mobilize so many?"

Ye Yuan sneered, "A character like this? If I'm not mistaken, you recently took the Yiqing Pill I refined to break through to the peak of True God Ninth Heaven, right?"

Wang Ming said indifferently, "So what? Didn't you hear Brother Feng? Martial Dao is the great path! Before our martial might, you are as fragile as an ant."

Ye Yuan grinned upon hearing this and said, "Good! It seems I underestimated the shamelessness of the people from the far north. The Heavenly Lords of Jiuluo Gathering have truly opened my eyes. All of you, come at me together!"

Ye Yuan could tell that these people had all taken the pills he refined, and their cultivation had undergone immediate changes.

Such a favor, yet Wang Ming dismissed it with a single word—how shameless was that?

Ye Yuan's pills were priceless.

Even a slight improvement saved these people hundreds or thousands of years of effort.

"Come at you together? Have you lost your mind?" Wang Ming and the others laughed.

In their eyes, no matter how strong Ye Yuan's alchemy was, it only benefited others. How much strength could he himself possess?

Not even reaching the late True God realm, yet he brazenly claimed to fight seven alone—how laughably ignorant.

"Heh, it seems this kid has been too high and mighty and has forgotten what reverence means. Since that's the case, let's teach him a lesson." Su Xinyu said with a faint, arrogant smile.

With that, the seven of them, wearing mocking expressions, dashed toward Ye Yuan.

They were somewhat casual about this battle.

It was far too unchallenging.

But they didn't notice that Guhong Heavenly Lord also wore a hint of mockery on his face.

Ye Yuan might not know who was stronger between him and Feng Tianyang, but since Ye Yuan dared to let them all come at once, he clearly didn't take them seriously.

These people were stronger than He Xiangyun, but not by much.

Ye Yuan had suppressed He Xiangyun with a single slap; dealing with them would likely be no problem.

"Brothers, let's have some fun with him!"

Wang Ming spoke with a laugh, already flashing behind Ye Yuan with incredible speed.

A sneer flickered at the corner of his mouth as he raised his hand and struck.

The others also looked amused, as if they could already see the panicked expression on Ye Yuan's face when he was toyed with.

Though it takes time to describe, Wang Ming's speed was the blink of an eye.

But just as his palm was about to land on Ye Yuan's shoulder, Ye Yuan, as if having eyes in the back of his head, slightly sidestepped and dodged it effortlessly.

"Is this what you call martial dao? You made such grand claims about martial dao, and I thought you were impressive. How disappointing." Ye Yuan shook his head and sighed.

Wang Ming's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

He had lost face badly.

"Haha, Wang Ming, weren't you going to toy with him? How come you got toyed with instead?" Zhou Qianhui laughed loudly.

"Wang Ming, you can't even handle a mid True God realm cultivator. You're a disgrace to us chief disciples!" Su Xinyu laughed.

The other chief disciples also taunted him.

There was naturally some rivalry among the chief disciples.

Seeing Wang Ming humiliated, they couldn't help but mock him.

Wang Ming's face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "That was just a moment of carelessness. Kid, don't get cocky!"

"Oh, is that so?" Ye Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, a meaningful look on his face.

Seeing Ye Yuan's expression, Wang Ming flew into a rage and shouted, "Kid, how dare you look down on me!"

Wang Ming's aura instantly peaked, and he thrust a bizarre and tricky sword strike at Ye Yuan.

Swish!

Wang Ming's sword was extremely fast, arriving in an instant.

But Ye Yuan again sidestepped slightly, dodging it effortlessly.

"Damn it, how... how did he do it? I refuse to believe I can't even handle a mid True God realm cultivator!"

Wang Ming gritted his teeth and attacked again with his sword.

But no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't touch even a corner of Ye Yuan's robe.

He had said he would toy with Ye Yuan, but in the end, he was the one being toyed with.

At first, everyone was mocking Wang Ming, thinking this chief disciple was too pathetic.

But as time passed, they all stopped smiling.

Once or twice could be luck, but they knew Wang Ming's strength well; even at his worst, he shouldn't be toyed with by a mid True God realm cultivator.

Zhou Qianhui and the others exchanged glances, seeing shock in each other's eyes.

"All together! This kid is strange!" Zhou Qianhui said in a deep voice.

The six chief disciples immediately used their respective techniques and swarmed forward.

But even with them joining the fray, it was still useless. No one could touch even a corner of Ye Yuan's robe.

The seven charged fiercely, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't do anything to Ye Yuan.

The more they fought, the more alarmed they became; the more they fought, the more shocked they were.

Ye Yuan's movement technique was too bizarre, like a loach, impossible to catch.

In the distance, Feng Tianyang's expression grew increasingly grave.

Ye Yuan's technique was clearly an extremely profound spatial law.

Such a supreme law, even a slight comprehension was great fortune, and Ye Yuan had clearly comprehended it to a very high level.

Those fools hadn't even noticed.

"What... what is going on? A True God Sixth Heaven toying with seven True God Ninth Heaven cultivators in the palm of his hand?"

"Could it be... Master Ji is not only a master of alchemy but also a martial arts expert?"

"Too strong! I wonder if Master Ji has the means to counterattack!"

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A True God Sixth Heaven toying with seven True God Ninth Heaven—this scene was too shocking, drawing exclamations of amazement.

Everyone had thought Ye Yuan would be toyed with, but the result was the exact opposite.

"Heh, is this your martial dao? How laughable. Even a mere alchemist like me, who follows the 'lesser path,' can surpass you, and you still dare to call yourselves chief disciples?"

Ye Yuan's mocking laughter echoed from high above.

Suddenly, a fierce surge of blood energy shot into the sky, and everyone's expression changed.

"Forget it, you've disappointed me too much. Let's end this game."

Ye Yuan's lazy voice drifted out faintly.