Profound Heaven Soul Sovereign

Seeing this, Chengkun immediately took the hint and walked up to Chen Xing.

"You punk, talk! Where’d that boy who was with you guys go?"

Chen Xing gave him a defiant glare and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva right in Chengkun’s face. "Ptui!"

"You’re courting death!" Chengkun flew into a rage and kicked at Chen Xing.

Seeing this, Leng Yingying and Feng Rouyi’s expressions changed. They lunged forward to intervene, but the youth in black suddenly thrust out a palm.

BOOM! A surging wave of energy appeared in a flash, blocking their path and blasting Leng Yingying and Feng Rouyi backward.

Leng Yingying and Feng Rouyi stumbled back several steps before regaining their footing, their chests heaving.

"You two will stand right there and watch. Don’t move," the black-clad youth said coolly. His gaze was haughty, and he naturally exuded an air of looking down on everyone. This was a nobility that far surpassed the pride of a mere aristocrat like Chengkun.

It was the kind of aura that came from possessing immense personal strength.

THUD!

The kick sent Chen Xing flying. He skidded across the ground for a dozen meters before crashing into the courtyard steps and coming to a stop.

"Cough, cough!"

Chen Xing spat out two mouthfuls of fresh blood, his eyes fierce. "Punk, if you have the guts, then kill me. Otherwise, I’ll pay you back double for every blow."

"Hahaha! Pay me back double? You? Not in this lifetime." Chengkun advanced step by step, a savage sneer on his lips. "Talk. Where did that brat go? Is he in his room?"

CREAK!

The words had barely left his lips when Ye Xuan’s door swung open. A cold, indifferent figure slowly emerged from within.

"Ye Xuan!"

"Boss Xuan!"

Leng Yingying and Chen Xing cried out in delighted surprise.

"You little punk, you finally decided to show your face. I was knocking for ages. Any longer and I’d have thought you were just a coward hiding in your shell," Wu Lang, standing by the door, sneered after a moment of surprise. "This here is our Brother Cheng Yu, a student in the advanced class at Profound Spirit Academy. If you know what’s good for you..."

Wu Lang prattled on, his face a mask of unconcealed arrogance.

Before he could finish, Ye Xuan moved. With a speed like lightning, he slammed his right leg into Wu Lang’s chest. A sickening CRACK of breaking bones echoed as Wu Lang’s face contorted in agony. He flew backward, vomiting blood, and landed like a dead dog before Cheng Yu’s group, where he writhed and wailed in pain.

Ye Xuan’s expression was cold. Without a single glance at Wu Lang, he looked to Chen Xing and asked, "Chen Xing, are you alright?"

"Cough, cough... I’m fine. But if you’d come out any later, I’m not so sure I would’ve been," Chen Xing said, gritting his teeth.

WHOOSH!

Ye Xuan appeared before Chen Xing and gave him a Pill to swallow. Then, he slowly stood up, his cold gaze falling upon Cheng Yu and his cronies.

"Brother Cheng, that’s the one," Chengkun said hastily, his face paling. He was still terrified of Ye Xuan.

"Oh, so this is the one?" The black-clad youth looked at Ye Xuan with a faint smile. He exuded an air of absolute arrogance, like a lofty Commandery Prince gazing down upon his subjects. He chuckled mockingly. "You don’t look like much. Kid, what’s your name? I, Cheng Yu, don’t deign to defeat the nameless."

Ye Xuan stepped forward slowly, his expressionless, icy gaze landing on Chengkun and the others.

"I was too merciful when I let you go before. I didn’t think you’d actually dare to come back, much less lay a hand on my friend. Since you have, don’t expect to leave so easily this time."

’Profound Spirit Academy is, after all, just an academy. That’s why I didn’t get too rough with Chengkun and his friends when they were acting up earlier.’

’I thought they would’ve learned their lesson and disappeared. It seems I was too naive. These people are far more vicious than I imagined.’

Seeing that Ye Xuan wasn’t answering him, Cheng Yu’s gaze darkened. "Kid, I asked you a question. Are you deaf? Chengkun said you were arrogant, and he wasn’t wrong. I suppose you got used to running wild in the countryside and brought that attitude here to the Royal City. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. An attitude like that will cost you dearly."

Ye Xuan gave a cold smile. "Arrogant? I think you’re the ones who are arrogant."

"You’ve got a lot of nerve, kid." Cheng Yu’s expression turned grim, and he laughed out of sheer anger. "Let’s see if you still have this much nerve in a minute."

"Brother, teach him a good lesson!" Chengkun shouted, taking a timid step back.

"Useless trash. Can’t even handle one new student." Cheng Yu shot Chengkun a disdainful glance, a flicker of disgust in his eyes, before turning back. "Kid, let me teach you how a new student should behave."

As he finished speaking, Cheng Yu let out a cold laugh. A tsunami of Profound Qi erupted from his body. The sheer density of the energy formed a surging tide that washed over the entire courtyard.

"A Xuanwu Realm Martial Artist!"

Leng Yingying and the others gasped in unison. The Profound Qi radiating from Cheng Yu was so intense it was almost tangible, several times stronger than anything they could muster. This wasn’t a level a Spirit Martial Realm Samurai could reach; this was the power of a Xuanwu Realm Martial Artist.

’That’s right, Chengkun mentioned he was from the advanced class. So he’s a Xuanwu Realm Martial Artist!’

Leng Yingying and the others all wore grim expressions.

The Xuanwu Realm and the Spirit Martial Realm were two entirely different planes of existence, representing completely different levels of combat strength.

’Even though Ye Xuan easily defeated Princess Xiangming, a Third Layer Warrior, back at the restaurant... Cheng Yu has reached the Xuanwu Realm. He’s on a completely different level. Can Ye Xuan really hold his own against him?’

"Such a terrifying aura! He’s Brother Cheng, all right."

The youths with Chengkun gasped in amazement, their eyes shining with excitement.

"Boss Xuan, beat them down! Avenge me!" Only Chen Xing had absolute faith in Ye Xuan. Having taken the Pill, he was already back on his feet and full of energy, shouting excitedly.

"Feeling some regret now, are we?" A smile played on Cheng Yu’s lips as he advanced slowly, trying to spot a trace of fear or dread in Ye Xuan’s eyes.

He loved the feeling of lording over others, lofty and powerful, like a king who held the power of life and death in his hands.

But he was disappointed. Ye Xuan’s eyes were as placid as a deep pond, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

"Regret? You’re the one who should be feeling regret," Ye Xuan said coolly, also taking a slow step forward.

"You’ve got guts, kid!" Cheng Yu’s expression darkened. In his mind, a new student facing a senior from the advanced class like himself should be showing fear, panic, and terror—he should be on his knees begging for mercy.

But none of that happened. Ye Xuan’s sheer arrogance infuriated Cheng Yu.

"Then I’ll just have to beat that regret into you." With a cold snort, Cheng Yu suddenly strode forward. RUMBLE! Profound Qi swirled around his fist as he unleashed a powerful punch.

The punch flew with the roar of a dragon. A wave of energy swept out, and a violent whistling sound filled the courtyard, as if a destructive tornado had descended.

As everyone watched, Ye Xuan’s expression remained unchanged. He simply raised his own right fist and threw a punch to meet it.

’He actually wants to trade blows with me? Arrogant brat. Don’t blame me for what happens next!’ A savage glint flashed in Cheng Yu’s eyes as he fully unleashed his power at the First Layer of the Xuanwu Realm. He would completely shatter Ye Xuan’s fist with this blow.

The two fists collided in mid-air.

"CRACK!"

"ARGH!"

To everyone’s astonishment, when the fists met, it wasn’t Ye Xuan who was injured, but Cheng Yu.

The overwhelming force shattered the bones in his arm, which fell limply to his side. At the same time, a hand like a steel vise clamped around his throat and lifted him into the air.

"Is this the power you were so proud of? You dared to run your mouth in front of me with such pathetic strength? It’s laughable." A chilling aura radiated from Ye Xuan as he stared at the struggling Cheng Yu. At the side, Chengkun and his lackeys were completely dumbfounded, never having imagined that Ye Xuan was this powerful.

’The great Brother Cheng Yu, a senior from the advanced class and a Martial Master First Layer, couldn’t even survive a single move from this new student? Are we seeing things?’

"Damn you!" With his right arm crippled and his throat in Ye Xuan’s grip, Cheng Yu’s face flushed crimson with shame and fury.

FLASH!

Suddenly, a cold light flashed from his left hand. A pitch-black dagger had somehow appeared in Cheng Yu’s grasp. He struck like a viper, slashing at Ye Xuan’s lower abdomen. Had the blow landed, it would have disemboweled him.

But just as the blade was about to connect—BAM!—Ye Xuan’s left hand shot out and clamped around Cheng Yu’s wrist. Cheng Yu’s expression changed drastically.

"Such a vicious move," Ye Xuan said coolly, his eyes cold. He squeezed his left hand. CRACK! A strangled cry of pain escaped Cheng Yu’s lips. His face turned ashen, and fat beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Ye Xuan had crushed his wrist.

At that moment, terror finally took root in Cheng Yu’s heart.

"Your strength is... impressive. I... admire it. I was reckless. Let me go, and I will leave at once," Cheng Yu managed to croak out, his throat constricted by Ye Xuan’s grip and both of his hands shattered.

"Thinking of leaving now? Weren’t you quite arrogant just a moment ago? Let me ask you: do you regret it now?"

Hearing his own words thrown back at him by Ye Xuan felt like daggers in his ears. His body trembled as a wave of utter humiliation washed over him.

His face flushed, but he didn’t dare say a word. Ye Xuan’s bone-chilling aura pressed down on him, and Cheng Yu, a veteran of many battles, knew that this young man absolutely had the resolve to be ruthless.

Under Ye Xuan’s oppressive aura, his pride completely crumbled, leaving behind only fear and shame.

He could only remain silent.