Overriding the Heaven

A large amount of bloody scent flowed down his throat, making Gong Xiaohua want to puke it out. However, when he was held in Chu Yan's hands, he was like a little chick, let alone struggle, he couldn't even move.    

    

"I am useless (I won't) …"    

    

Gong Xiaohua was alarmed and angry at the same time, he obviously wanted to say something, but Chu Yan squinted his eyes and fiercely smashed him to the ground like a sack.    

    

With a loud bang, a loud sound was heard. Gong Xiaohua's face was covered in blood and he fainted.    

    

After taking care of the three, Chu Yan looked at Lin Miaoran: "It looks like we need to split up early."    

    

"Yeah." Lin Miaoran was also very helpless.    

    

Although Zhao Tong and the other two's actions made her very angry, but in terms of status, she was also a disciple of the Profound Moon Sect.    

    

If she was still staying in the Shattered Star Pavilion at this time, it would inevitably cause some trouble for her and her teacher.    

    

"There's no helping it, we're all from the same sect." Lin Miaoran sighed, "Although I do want to personally teach them a lesson."    

    

"I want to bring these three back." Chu Yan suddenly said.    

    

Looking at Lin Miaoran's puzzled expression, Chu Yan explained: "If it wasn't for the three of them destroying us, we wouldn't have been separated so early. I really wouldn't have been able to take this lying down if I didn't teach them a lesson."    

    

Chu Yan's reason was just and honest. Lin Miaoran felt that it was both funny and sweet at the same time.    

    

After muttering to himself for a moment, Lin Miaoran said: "When I go back, I will report this matter to them truthfully, so you don't have to worry too much. They were in the wrong anyway."    

    

"Yes." Chu Yan nodded his head, "This time it was truly unexpected, you came here for a rare trip, yet you left early."    

    

"Yeah." Lin Miaoran also felt exceptionally regretful in her heart.    

    

At this time, Chu Yan opened his mouth and said: "Since you are here this time, then if we meet again, I will look for you the next time."    

    

So he knew all about it!    

    

In an instant, Lin Miaoran's heart was filled with happiness.    

    

"Alright!" Nodding his head vigorously, Lin Miaoran looked at Chu Yan, then walked over to the unicycle and stored the gift inside the storage bag s.    

    

Fu Rui was still sound asleep with her present in hand. Helpless, Lin Miaoran could only pinch his opponent's face and wake him up.    

    

Fu Rui's eyes were drowsy, obviously not knowing what had just happened.    

    

After hearing her young miss say that she was going to leave, she tried her best to resist the urge to fall asleep. She waved at Chu Yan.    

    

"Alright, goodbye." Chu Yan laughed and waved as he watched Lin Miaoran and Fu Rui leave, until the two of them disappeared from his sight.    

    

Turning around, he faced Zhao Tong and the others once again, and Chu Yan's face instantly darkened.    

    

These three guys had ruined his rare good mood in the past few days!    

    

That night, in an open area outside of Chu Yan's courtyard, three tall flagpoles were erected.    

    

Each flagpole had a person hanging on them, floating in the night wind.    

    

On the second day, this scene was immediately discovered by a passing disciple, so the news spread like wildfire. Not long after, many nearby disciples came to watch.    

    

Not only that, there were even disciples who lived far away who had specially come over to inquire about the situation.    

    

At the moment, Chu Yan's courtyard was surrounded by no less than forty to fifty disciples.    

    

These disciples all opened their eyes wide and curiously sized up the people hanging on the flagpole as they discussed amongst themselves.    

    

"What's going on?"    

    

"From what I see, they don't seem to be the disciples of our Shattered Star Pavilion?"    

    

"How did these people offend Chu Yan? "He was actually hung up to show off to the public."    

    

"I've never seen anything like this before. This is too exciting."    

    

"Hang him up, Chu Yan is really ruthless."    

    

The discussions of the crowd made Zhao Tong, Bao Jin Feng and Gong Xiao Hua angry and alarmed.    

    

Although they were knocked out by Chu Yan yesterday, how they got to Shattered Star Pavilion, and how they were hung, they did not know at all.    

    

However, as cultivators of the Pulse Condensation Stage, their body's recovery speed was much faster than an ordinary person's. After a night's time, they had already awakened.    

    

Who would have thought that after waking up, what they would be facing would be a situation where dozens of people were watching them and pointing fingers at them.    

    

And they were in such a shameful position!    

    

"Chu Yan! Put me down if you have the guts! I will kill you! " Zhao Tong's face flushed red, he roared out, and all the blood vessels on his neck popped out.    

    

The other two people also roared in anger and struggled.    

    

It was a pity that the chains Chu Yan had used to bind them were from Mu Xiaodong's storage bag, they had the ability to stop the circulation of the spirit energy in a cultivator's body.    

    

Therefore, no matter how Zhao Tong and the rest struggled, it was useless.    

    

"Chu Yan! I will kill you! "    

    

"You actually dare to humiliate Profound Moon Sect Disciple like this, you will definitely pay the price!"    

    

Hearing that Zhao Tong and the rest had revealed their identities, instantly, all the surrounding disciple of the Shattered Star Pavilion burst into an uproar.    

    

"What?" They are actually disciples of the Profound Moon Sect? "    

    

"Chu Yan hanged a disciple of the Profound Moon Sect? Isn't he afraid of punishment? "    

    

"What a hatred!"    

    

The surrounding disciples looked at each other in dismay.    

    

Although the sects of Yunao Kingdom were competing with each other for cultivation resources, they were all secretly competing with each other. On the surface, they still had to ensure harmony between each other.    

    

An action like Chu Yan's was simply equivalent to slapping the face of the Profound Moon Sect.    

    

This situation was simply too rare.    

    

This was related to the sect's face issue. Thus, many of the disciples that were spectating had their hearts filled with fear, as they were afraid of provoking unnecessary trouble, and quietly withdrew from the crowd.    

    

Zhao Tong and the others were high up in the sky, and they could see clearly that when they saw that he had revealed his identity as a Profound Moon Sect Disciple, as expected, he had given the other party a lot of pressure. In an instant, the sounds of cursing became even louder and more ear-piercing, and in a moment, the severity of the matter had risen to the point of the relationship between life and death between the two great sects. It was as if Chu Yan was the sinner of history who instigated the war between the Shattered Star Pavilion and the Profound Moon Sect.    

    

The more Zhao Tong and the rest cursed, the more addicted they became. Just as their saliva were splattering everywhere, the gate suddenly creaked and opened.    

    

Chu Yan's figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone.    

    

Zhao Tong and the others wanted to curse again, but when they saw Chu Yan's cold gaze sweep over them, their scalps immediately turned numb, and they opened their mouths, unable to utter a single word.    

    

"Well, it was a great scolding." Chu Yan sneered and walked over to remove the previously loud Zhao Tong from the flagpole.    

    

Seeing that, Zhao Tong thought that Chu Yan was afraid, and in that moment, he no longer felt fear, his swollen face was full of satisfaction: "Now you know regret? But I tell you, it's no use! You are waiting for our Profound Moon Sect — "    

    

"Regret? "You think too much." Chu Yan bared his teeth at his opponent and took out an iron rod that was as thick as an arm from his waist.