867 The Sword of Judgement I (1/2)

Ye Hongyu silently thought about the earlier two fights.

In terms of divine skills, she was the most powerful person in the West-Hill. But she was surprised to learn that Zhao Nanhai, a descendant of the former Great Divine Priest of Light six hundred years ago, was even more powerful than her.

She also felt that the fight between Leibu and the thin man from the South Sea was somewhat similar to the battle between Tang and Xia Hou years ago. Leibu was after all the best martial art master from the Golden Tribe. But how did that thin man reach such a high level?

While she was deep in thought, her subordinates were waiting for her order outside her sacred sedan. The arrays shielding the Peach Mountain had been activated and the two thousand Papal Cavalrymen had assembled, ready to fight. Similarly, hundreds of black-robed deacons prepared to collect the dead bodies of people from the South Sea.

Right then, that girl's voice sounded out. Standing in front of the altar, her voice was calm but arrogant, as though what she was saying was perfectly natural. Hearing it made Ye Hongyu frown.

The divine priests of the Judicial Department and black-robed deacons were getting impatient and annoyed. They were just waiting for an order from their master to activate the formation arrays and kill these arrogant people from the South Sea.

Looking at the girl, Ye Hongyu couldn't help recalling herself being as proud many years ago. She did not give any order to her subordinates. Instead, she was planning to kill them herself.

Chen Pipi had been sitting on the altar all this time. Due to the arrival of the South Sea branch, attention had shifted away from him. He was satisfied by this episode turn of events. He had no idea why his father had sent these people back to the Peach Mountain. But it felt good to still be alive.

He had attempted to get the Divine Guard watching over him to fetch him tea and fruits, but naturally, no one had bothered. Still, he was contented with watching the fight until he heard the girl's request.

He found the South Sea girl pretty and felt it would be a pity if she just got herself killed by challenging Ye Hongyu.

The South Sea girl did not pay any attention to him, and continued with Ye Hongyu, ”I have been practicing since I was a child, and reached the Knowing Destiny State at the age of seventeen. I'm the youngest among all Knowing Destiny State cultivators, with the exception of my cousin. I heard that you only reached this state after twenty years. What qualifications do you have to sit on that seat?”

It was already shocking enough for the audience to hear her talking to the head of Judicial Department with such disrespect. But they were more shocked to know that she reached the Knowing Destiny State at the age of seventeen. Still, they looked at this South Sea girl with some pity and mockery, wondering who that genius cousin she mentioned was.

Aside from the Academy and Zhishou Abbey, it was very rare for a cultivator to reach the Knowing Destiny State at the age of seventeen. This girl deserved to be proud of herself.

However, everyone also knew that Ye Hongyu was not unable to reach the Knowing Destiny State at the age of seventeen. Rather, she had been using her strong willpower to limit her level to the Seeing-through State, only to wait for a perfect moment to make the leap. What a horrifyingly strong mind and willpower she possessed!

It was because of her fixation with becoming stronger that allowed Ye Hongyu to surpass all the other young genius in the cultivation world, reaching the highest level in Knowing Destiny State and becoming the respected Great Divine Priest of Judgement.

The world of cultivation did not lack geniuses. But how many of them could have accomplished what Ye Hongyu had? How could a regular young genius stand up to someone like her?

The girl from South Sea felt a bit confused upon their stare, wondering why they would be sympathizing and mocking instead of praising and worshiping her.

She figured it was because they were afraid of Ye Hongyu's power and wanted to make her lose her focus. This had only infuriated her even further. She was about to call out her natal sword.

At the beginning Zhao Nanhai did not stop her from mocking Ye Hongyu because he knew his daughter was a genius for cultivation. And he also thought that it was not necessarily because of Ye Hongyu's capability that she had become the Great Divine Priest of Judgement at such a young age, but rather another testament of the declining power of West-Hill.

The South Sea branch had been secluded in the South Sea and was not fully aware of what happened in West-Hill. Only after seeing the audiences' faces did he feel that something was amiss.

He reached out to stop his daughter and spoke to Ye Hongyu in the sacred sedan, ”Your highness, please forgive my little girl. She is too young and naive.”

Unexpectedly, he continued, ”If I did not remember wrongly, according to the rules of the Divine Halls, the title of Great Divine Priest of Judgement is usually decided based on a duel to the death.”

Ye Hongyu had been sitting in the sacred sedan while resting her cheek on her hand. Hearing Zhao Nanhai's words, she perked upright and replied, ”If you could kill me, the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade would be yours.”

Inheriting the seat of heavenly black jade in the Divine Hall of Judgement had always been associated with life and death. Every round of passing-on of the position was a brutal and bloody story.

Ye Hongyu was able to become the Great Divine Priest of Judgement only because she had killed her predecessor. Of course, she could have ignored Zhao Nanhai's challenge. But that was not her style.

She was Ye Hongyu, someone who was most fond of challenging the powerful. She had just witnessed Zhao Nanhai's superior skills prior to this, and given what she had seen from his skills, she was more than willing to battle him.

Yet the one who stepped out to confront her was not Zhao Nanhai. but a middle-aged male figure who looked like he was a fisherman. As observed by onlookers, he was ranked fourth among Zhao Nanhai's followers.

Even a fourth ranked person dared to seek for the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade? The audience looked at the dark-skinned, thin and short middle-aged man, and frowned at his overconfidence.

Yet as he stepped out of the line, his skinny right hand reached into his sacred red gown, and all of a sudden, a sword appeared out of thin air.

Wielding his sword, the skinny, dark and short middle-aged fisherman now appeared more menacing. With his sleeves floating in the autumn wind, he looked like a master.

The audience no longer thought that he was being too bold. Liu Yiqing felt his sword buzzing inside its sheath. He sensed the killing intent of that sword and realized even he himself could not defeat this man.

Ye Hongyu saw from her sacred sedan that her challenger was not Zhao Nanhai. Although she frowned slightly, she did not bother asking the middle aged man to step back.