Deity Hero: Me! Gaining Disciples Makes Me Stronger! Chapter 233 - The Heavenly King!

Chapter 233 - The Heavenly King!

However, the qilin son of the He Family couldn't just die like that.

As a heavenly king, He Feiyang felt that it wasn't too much for him to personally make a move just to seek an explanation.

However, Xuan Yi's att.i.tude caused his eyes to turn cold.

"Xuan s.h.i.+, I'll respect you as a Xuan s.h.i.+."

As He Feiyang harrumphed coldly, his gaze swept across the increasing number of students around him. The more the merrier, and the more things he could do, the more he could reveal the truth. Perhaps, once the news spread, he wouldn't even need to make a move. At that time, he would hand over Xiao Hong himself.

Without the protection of the secondary Saint Academy and Xuan Yi, what would Xiao Hong be?

He would just be a fish on the chopping board!

"Xuan s.h.i.+, let me ask you, isn't it a matter of course for one to pay with one's life?"

He Feiyang's lips curled into a sneer as he looked at Xuan Yi. He could sense the students of the secondary Saint Academy beneath him, and upon hearing his words, a look of approval appeared on his face. Even the princ.i.p.al of the secondary Saint Academy frowned slightly, and He Feiyang's heart calmed down.

"Although the rules of the fighting ring are that swords and sabers have no eyes, my son and your disciple do not have to fight to the death on the fighting ring, so why would your disciple kill my son?"

"My He Family only has a qilin son!"

He Feiyang narrowed his eyes as a cold light flickered in his eyes. His words were very simple. Taking in a disciple did not only depend on one's talent, but also one's temperament.

How could anyone be qualified to acquire true abilities?

Clearly, he was talking about the problem with Xuan Yi's temperament.

The students of the Middle Sage Academy below were also in an uproar when they heard that.

Even in the Middle Sage Academy, other than one's apt.i.tude, one's temperament was also important. If one's temperament was not right, they would only be able to cause trouble with their power.

Just then, Xuan Yi raised his eyebrows and reached out his hand to stop Xiao Hong, who had an anxious expression on his face and was about to step forward to explain himself.

Holding the sword in his hand, he pressed it against the side of his hand. His eyes were filled with interest as he glared at He Feiyang with a faint smile.

"You mean that there is something wrong with the character of the disciple that I, Xuan Yi, have accepted?"

At this moment, He Feiyang's face was filled with coldness, and there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth as he nodded slightly.

"That's ridiculous!"

"Do I need to explain to you how I, Xuan Yi, take in disciples?"

"It's not up to you to discipline my disciple's temperament!"

Xuan Yi saw that He Feiyang actually nodded and smiled.

As he smiled, Xuan Yi's gaze turned cold.

He thrust out his sword, shaking the s.p.a.ce. His eyes were ice-cold, like ice that shot straight to the bottom of He Feiyang's heart.

He Feiyang was pointed at by the tip of the sword. His eyelids were twitching, and he felt gooseb.u.mps all over his body.

As soon as these words were said, the students of the Middle Saint Academy revealed a strange light in their eyes. Their eyes were bright, and the blood in their hearts was also surging. They were looking straight at Xuan Yi.

Right then, He Feiyang's expression changed, and his eyes darkened.

Taking a step forward, he was about to speak when he was stopped by a wave of a hand.

"Your own son is too frail. He was defeated by someone of the same realm with a single sword strike, and you have the cheek to come to the middle Saint Academy to demand an explanation. Don't you feel embarra.s.sed?"

Instantly, the Middle Saint Academy was in an uproar. All the students stared at He Feiyang with a look of disdain. Their gazes were complicated.

He Feiyang's face alternated between red and white. He took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

As the family head of the He clan, when had he ever been so ugly?

"Don't say that I, Xuan Yi, am a bully. The rules of the fighting ring are that life and death are not concerned. Let the matters of the younger generation settle themselves. If the one who dies in the fighting ring is a disciple of my Xuan Yi, then can I ask you for an explanation as well?"

Xuan Yi had a cold expression on his face. His gaze was cold as he looked at He Feiyang.

"You are planning to raise the matter to our generation. If that's the case, I will accompany you to the end."

A stream of sword qi then permeated the entire sky above the middle Saint Academy. When an austere killing aura pervaded the air, the air became slightly colder.

Xuan Yi looked at He Feiyang.

His appearance was very obvious. If one of the heads of the He family wanted an explanation, then he, Xuan Yi, would dare to directly charge forward with his sword.

His sword was the explanation.

He Feiyang looked as if he had swallowed a dead fly, for his expression was extremely dark.

His eyes were gloomy. He stared deeply at Xuan Yi and let out a cold snort. "This matter isn't over yet."

On Xuan Yi's sword, he sensed a terrifying aura from Ao Yi. He could vaguely feel that he wasn't Xuan Yi's match. His son had already lost. If he lost again, it would be a complete joke.

However, the He Family could not lose face. The head of the He family could not escape. He could not just leave with his tail between his legs. Therefore, he said something fierce and turned around to leave.

"Swoos.h.!.+"

Nevertheless, Xuan Yi did not say anything. His face was cold and fierce as he directly slashed out with his sword.

The Sword Qi turned into a long river. It was majestic and carried a surging sword light. It was extremely fast and swept across the sky.

The sword Qi brushed past He Feiyang's body. When his body froze, his hair stood on end. He controlled his body to tighten, and his entire body was covered in cold sweat.

In that instant, a great sense of destruction filled his heart. If he took another step forward, he might have been seriously injured or even killed by the sword qi.

"Are you threatening me?"

After blocking him with his sword, Xuan Yi slowly stepped forward and looked at the He Family head.

"Are you trying to threaten me?"

"Since that's the case, don't leave. Don't wait for the explanation. I'll give it to You Now!"

"Boom!"

After Xuan Yi said that, sword light burst out from his body and pointed at He Feiyang. His killing intent was overflowing.

"I, Xuan Yi, hate it the most when people threaten me!"

"Since you don't want to give up, instead of leaving you here to cause trouble, why don't I leave you here now?"

Shua!

The sword slashed down the spiritual energy, and it was as vast as a galaxy. Boundless sword intent poured into it, and the s.p.a.ce was shattered, and the mountains and rivers shook!

At this moment, everyone felt the tyranny of Xuan Yi. Ordinary people were fine, but the opponent was a heavenly king level force!

Seeing this, He Feiyang was so shocked that his pupils constricted, and his mind trembled.

He had a premonition that after this sword slash, he would really die.

A dignified heavenly king level clan head, a late stage sage, a powerhouse close to the peak.

He couldn't withstand a sword strike from a youth in his twenties.

This matter was the weakness of the family.

In the distance, a ray of light that was hundreds of meters long shot over, bringing with it a world-shaking pressure. It turned into a spiritual source barrier and covered his body.

Just then, the Sword Qi collided with the barrier, emitting a deafening roar.

The newcomer's eyelids twitched as this sword strike was incomparably terrifying. He could feel that the barrier that he had released had become much fainter.

The princ.i.p.al was shocked as he stared at the newcomer.

Judging from his aura, this must be a genuine heavenly king expert.

Xuan Yi's sword Qi swept across, and the heavenly king's spiritual light enveloped him. Under the collision of the two, an ear-splitting boom echoed, so much so that no one could hear what the newcomer said.

It was obvious that the person was the heavenly king of the He clan.

At the moment, everyone, including Xuan Yi, as well as the numerous secondary Saint Academy students around them, raised their heads in shock and disbelief.