Chapter 133: How Could Rules Be Broken So Easily

"Warm your sister!"

A voice echoed, and the crowd was instantly stunned. Who on earth was so vulgar?

The cultivator was about to turn around when a flash of white light appeared on the wall, and a young man in green robes stood beside Qin Hongyi.

"You... are you insulting me?" The cultivator was uncertain. After all, it had been a long time since anyone dared to curse him.

The newcomer was none other than Su Yizhao. He curled his lip and repeated, "Warm your sister!"

Inside his purple palace, the Divine Deer observed the ten-foot-tall soul giant and lectured, "Kid, be civilized. This doesn't look like your father!"

Su Yizhao was left speechless. People like this deserved not just a curse, but a harsh one. They lacked self-respect and dignity. If he didn't scold him, was he supposed to coddle him?

"To the life-and-death arena! Do you dare?" The cultivator finally reacted, erupting in rage.

Su Yizhao chuckled. "Lead the way."

"Let's go!" With a swoosh, the man flew out the main gate.

Su Yizhao was about to follow, but Qin Hongyi pulled him back. "Can you just endure it, please?"

Su Yizhao shook his head. He could not endure it. More importantly, there was no need to. His internal energy, physical body, and soul cultivation had all broken through simultaneously. He was now at the peak of the Eight Void Realm. His physical tempering had reached the Golden Body Realm; his flesh and blood were infused with the Metal element, making him impervious to ordinary divine weapons. His soul tempering had reached the Soul Division Realm; if he wished, he could split his soul and create a clone right now. Did he need to endure anything?

Su Yizhao pulled Qin Hongyi along and walked out the door.

"You dare insult me? You're courting death! Get up here!" At the entrance of the main hall stood a life-and-death arena, its surface stained with patches of black, dried blood. The cultivator stood on the stage, howling at him.

Su Yizhao asked, "What is your name?"

"Ha! Scared?" the cultivator laughed loudly. "I am Feng Yuanzhou, serial number 27650! Kneel and beg for mercy!"

The 50th person of the 276th intake! Su Yizhao was speechless. Damn it! You're two batches ahead of me—if you don't focus on your cultivation, why are you wading into these muddy waters? Cultivation requires intelligence! Don't be swayed by others!

Su Yizhao flew onto the stage. By now, over a thousand cultivators had gathered from all directions.

"Is this really a good idea?"

"Even though the 'Brothel Swordsman' broke the record, he just entered the inner sect!"

"Exactly, being two batches ahead is just unreasonable."

As the crowd whispered, the elders gathered in the Xuantian Hall. Xuan Wuji was very dissatisfied. "Elder Mo, is this a reflection of your character?"

Mo Taotian looked innocent. "What does this have to do with me?"

Long Aotian asked, "It wasn't you?"

Mo Taotian sighed helplessly. "Even if it is related to the Mo family, isn't this normal?"

The crowd fell silent. It was normal. The Mo family's power was clear, and naturally, cultivators would want to curry favor with them. How could that be stopped?

The Great Elder spoke, "Enough! What do you all think of this young man?"

"Twenty years, and only at the peak of the Eight Void Realm!"

"Back in the day, that person came out in eighteen years already at the peak of the Nine Void Realm!"

"That is the gap."

Xuan Wuji and Long Aotian were silent. What was this kid doing? Had he spent all his time polishing his spells instead?

As soon as Su Yizhao stepped onto the stage, Feng Yuanzhou couldn't wait any longer. "On the life-and-death arena, destiny is in the hands of fate. Die!"

Before he could finish, a beam of sharp light shot out instantly!

"Shameless!"

"Two batches ahead, an entire major realm higher in cultivation, and he still attacks first!" The onlookers whispered.

Suddenly, everyone was shocked! Su Yizhao had actually reached out his right hand to catch the light!

Damn! Does he have no common sense? That's a Void Treasure! Does the Brothel Swordsman not use his sword? The crowd felt disappointed.

Su Yizhao channeled his technique, and a layer of golden light, an inch thick, appeared on his palm. Just then, the beam of light struck. *Puchi!* With a soft sound, his palm was pierced through! The light slowed but continued to strike toward his heart!

The crowd widened their eyes. Was that record-breaking young man about to fall right here? It would be normal. Without a Void Treasure, blocking one is incredibly difficult—especially with just a palm!

Just then, a scale happened to cover his heart! *Ding!* Sparks flew, and the light vanished. A foot-long flying sword fell out of the void.

"He blocked it?"

"He has a Void Treasure too!" The crowd grew excited. Dying too quickly would be boring! Besides, the Brothel Swordsman hadn't even unsheathed his sword yet!

"Cackle! Is that all you've got?" Feng Yuanzhou flicked his mind, and the flying sword vanished back into the void.

Su Yizhao withdrew his right hand. A look of satisfaction appeared on his face. Although his palm had been pierced, it was already knitting back together. The Metal element was all about offense! He flashed forward and threw a punch at Feng Yuanzhou!

The punch tore through the air, arriving in an instant! Feng Yuanzhou gritted his teeth and threw a punch of his own. Simultaneously, the flying sword reappeared from the void, aiming for the back of Su Yizhao's head.

*Boom!*

The two fists collided, and the crowd went numb! On the arena, blood and shredded flesh scattered as a figure was sent flying backward. *Bang!* The figure crashed heavily onto the stage.

"Feng Yuanzhou?"

"What is happening?"

"How could the Nine Void Realm peak energy not withstand that punch?"

In the Xuantian Hall, the elders were stunned. "How did he do that?" one asked.

"That punch was profound!"

"Perhaps it's the insight gained from polishing every spell to perfection!"

On the stage, Su Yizhao swatted at the back of his head. With a *clang*, the flying sword fell to the ground. Without energy to support it, the sword was powerless.

Su Yizhao walked toward Feng Yuanzhou. The man's right arm was shattered, a bloody mess. On Feng Yuanzhou's face, shock turned into terror.

"Warm your sister!" Su Yizhao said softly.

The muscles on Feng Yuanzhou's face trembled.

"You need to show respect! You need to use your brain! Has your cultivation gone to the dogs?" Su Yizhao said earnestly.

With that, he turned and jumped off the arena. He couldn't be bothered to kill a cultivator with no brain. He hoped the man would be able to think clearly from now on.

Below the stage, Qin Hongyi had already rushed up, giving him a thumbs-up. "Awesome!"

Shi Yongsi remained stunned. Something big had really happened. This guy hadn't just broken a century-old record; he was also terrifyingly strong! He couldn't afford to offend him. If he couldn't offend him, he should curry favor!

He hurried forward, bowing with cupped hands. "Fellow Daoist Su, should I bring those two in as well?"

Su Yizhao was taken aback. Qin Hongyi quickly explained, "This is Manager Shi from the outer sect. Chi Xiangdong and Gou Haitian are in the outer sect."

Shi Yongsi nodded hurriedly. The position of an outer sect manager was nothing compared to the person in front of him!

Su Yizhao realized what was happening and asked in surprise, "Is that a rule?"

Shi Yongsi hesitated. "Well, not exactly!"

Su Yizhao nodded. "Then let them stay in the outer sect. And you—how did you get in here?"

Qin Hongyi’s fair face turned slightly red. "I'm staying by your side."

Su Yizhao shook his head quickly. "Manager Shi, that's against the rules. Take her out!"

Shi Yongsi hurried to say, "The Great Elder gave special permission. Rules can be broken, can't they?"

Su Yizhao was speechless. Damn it! Rules are rules! How can they be broken so easily? Just as he was about to refuse, a group of powerful cultivators suddenly flew toward them...!