Martial Defiance Across Nine Thousand Realms

"As martial artists, we cannot stand idly by in the face of death!"

Determined, Nie Yuan charged ahead.

Having just acquired a superior Human Level battle sword, his confidence was sky-high.

"Keep up!"

Ye Han shook his head and, along with Zhao Yijian and He Qingfeng, followed in pursuit.

They had only traversed five hundred meters through the woods when they stumbled upon a blood-soaked battleground, the fight fierce.

A dozen demon corpses lay on the ground, while another eight demons fearlessly besieged a man and a woman, who, by their attire, appeared to be Outer Sect disciples of the Cycle Academy.

"Senior Brother, save me!"

The woman screamed as her shoulder was bloodied, nearly having her arm torn off by a demon.

The male disciple roared and thrust his sword, saving the woman in the nick of time.

Unfortunately, in that split second, the tide of battle turned. Surrounded by eight demons, the man was distracted and took a brutal punch to the back from one of the demons, stumbling and falling to the ground, on the brink of death.

"What do we do, Senior Brother Ouyang, I don't want to die, what do we do?" The female disciple was in a panic, tears streaming down her face.

"Save... save me!"

The man on the ground was the picture of despair.

"Kill!"

Nie Yuan's voice suddenly rang out as he charged forward, striking with his sword at the critical moment.

The demon's arm that was about to strike the man snapped off and flew away.

"Evil beast, die."

Nie Yuan shouted, unleashing another sword strike.

Demon blood splattered as Nie Yuan's sword pierced through the demon's body, killing it instantly.

Compared to the nearly exhausted demons, Nie Yuan was like a raging storm, his presence domineering.

Swoosh!

His sword withdrew, flinging a trail of blood.

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"Ah... what are you doing?"

The female disciple screamed, splattered with blood, glaring at Nie Yuan: "Are you blind?"

"Hey, my apologies."

Nie Yuan gave an awkward smile and hurriedly rushed towards another demon.

Ye Han and the others also took action, and in a mere moment, the eight demons were slain on the spot.

These demons were relatively strong, but the battle had taken its toll; otherwise, Nie Yuan alone might not have been able to defeat even one.

With the eight demons killed, the two rescued disciples finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as though they had just returned from the brink of hell.

"May I know how to address Senior Brother and Junior Sister?"

Nie Yuan smiled, wiping the blood from his sword: "My name is Nie Yuan, and they are..."

"Senior Brother, look, this menial disciple splattered me with blood." Nie Yuan's voice was interrupted by the woman's rant.

The man lying on the ground gasped for air and slightly shook his head: "Junior Sister, do you have any Blood Essence Elixirs?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Ouyang!"

The woman quickly took out a crystal bottle and poured out a round, blood-red elixir.

The man who swallowed the elixir immediately sat in meditation to regulate his divine power, his weakened state gradually improving.

Nie Yuan stood silently, somewhat at a loss, likely his first time in such an awkward situation.

"Let's go, Nie Yuan!"

Ye Han glanced at the two and spoke to Nie Yuan.

"Oh, right, right!" Nie Yuan turned to leave.

"Wait!"

At that moment, the man finally responded to Nie Yuan: "You're called Nie Yuan?"

"Yes, my name is Nie Yuan, a menial disciple of the Academy, and they are Ye Han, He Qingfeng, and Zhao Yijian, all new to the Academy and here on a mission as well," Nie Yuan replied promptly.

The man's face showed a gentle smile: "My name is Ouyang Zheng, and she is Zhou Feng, remember that?"

"Remembered, Senior Brother Ouyang," Nie Yuan finally relaxed.

"Kneel down, apologize!"

At that moment, the man who called himself Ouyang Zheng slowly stood up and suddenly uttered four words.

"What?"

Nie Yuan was stunned, not understanding why.

"Senior Brother, that sword seems to be a superior Human Level weapon," Zhou Feng said, leaning against Ouyang Zheng.

"Leave that sword here as an apology to Junior Sister Zhou," Ouyang Zheng glanced at Nie Yuan's battle sword.

Nie Yuan's face stiffened with disbelief, staring at Ouyang Zheng: "Senior Brother Ouyang, why should I apologize? We just saved you."

"You menial disciple, you splattered me with blood, how am I supposed to wash this off in half a month?" Zhou Feng's voice was sharp, filled with disgust.

"I said it wasn't on purpose!" Nie Yuan protested.

Slap!!!

A loud slap echoed.

Nie Yuan staggered back two steps, his face red and swollen.

"You menial disciple, how dare you talk back?" Zhou Feng glared at Nie Yuan.

"You hit me?" Nie Yuan stared at Zhou Feng.

"Junior Sister hitting you is a blessing, you ungrateful thing. You still won't kneel and apologize?" Ouyang Zheng sneered as he stepped forward, the aura of three levels of divine power bursting forth.

Nie Yuan's expression changed drastically, the invisible pressure overwhelming him, more so in his heart.

Divine Power Realm, Third Level!

Against such a person, a hundred Nie Yuans would be no match; he wouldn't dare provoke him even in his dreams.

"Senior Brother Ouyang, Junior Sister Zhou, Nie Yuan didn't mean it."

"Yeah, we're all disciples of the Cycle Academy. Let him apologize, but kneeling isn't necessary, right?"

He Qingfeng and Zhao Yijian hurriedly tried to smooth things over, supporting Nie Yuan's shoulders as a gesture of comfort and a reminder.

Ouyang Zheng, at the Third Level of the Divine Power Realm, was a formidable figure among the Outer Sect disciples, not someone that newcomers like them could afford to provoke.

"If you refuse to kneel and apologize, you four menial wastes might as well rest here with these corpses," Ouyang Zheng's gaze was like lightning, terrifying to behold.

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Ye Han roared like a thundering dragon, deafening to all.

He could no longer contain his anger!

Boom, boom, boom...!

A series of punches rained down like a tempest, relentless.

In just three breaths, Ye Han had thrown over a dozen punches, and with the final punch, Ouyang Zheng screamed in agony, writhing on the ground.

His chest was about to explode, his heart cracked and bleeding insufficiently, unable to muster even a hint of divine power.

"How dare you take advantage of someone's weakness!"

"Insolence towards your superiors, a grave offense in the Academy, you menial waste, how dare you strike me?" Ouyang Zheng roared in rage and pain.

"Taking advantage? Let's do it again!"

Ye Han stepped forward and, under Ouyang Zheng's incredulous gaze, delivered a crushing punch.

Bang!!!

The man's heart shattered, his life extinguished, dead on the spot.

What use is the Third Level of Divine Power Realm?

Barely recovered from his injuries and he dares to be arrogant? Elsewhere, maybe, but here in Demon Ridge, even if your father is the head of the Cycle Academy, it's useless.

The others were completely stunned, never expecting Ye Han to suddenly kill.

"What now, do you want to finish it yourself?" Ye Han glanced indifferently at Zhou Feng.

With Ouyang Zheng dead, Zhou Feng was nothing; barely reaching the Divine Power Realm, she wasn't even worth Ye Han's attention.

"Please, Brother Ye Han, don't kill me!"

"Ouyang Zheng was a waste, it's his fault for being blind."

"I'm different, I can be useful to you, I'll do anything, even be your woman, just let me live..." Zhou Feng knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.

Disgusted, Ye Han stepped back and looked at the distressed Nie Yuan: "Brother, it's up to you what to do with this woman."

People must learn to grow up and bear the consequences of their choices!

What Nie Yuan decides is his own affair.

But in Ye Han's eyes, Zhou Feng's fate was already sealed…