Chapter 575: Yang Qiuyu, How Do You Want to Settle Our Grudge?

Chapter 575: Chapter 575: Yang Qiuyu, How Do You Want to Settle Our Grudge?

Cheng Yuan’s voice was so abrupt that it drew the attention of many.

Seeing that it was Cheng Yuan who had spoken, the Old Prince and Master Geng Di raised their eyebrows but didn’t question him.

The other three Martial Saints couldn’t see what he saw. They frowned but also chose not to speak rashly.

Liu Deshui’s heart skipped a beat. ’Could it be? Did this kid guess right again?’

’How embarrassing!’

The Martial Saints had their reservations, but the younger generation did not.

A junior from the Thousand-Year-Old Kong Family named Kong Jie said coldly, "Kid, even the five Martial Saint ancestors can’t tell who’s winning or losing. How dare a junior like you spout such nonsense? Are you saying your eyes are sharper than a Martial Saint’s?"

Cheng Yuan grinned. "If we’re just talking about eyesight, then yes, I do have the upper hand."

"You!"

Kong Jie’s expression darkened, but after the Kong Family’s ancestor coughed, he could only suppress the bellyful of anger he was feeling.

Liu Deshui was so scared his face turned pale!

’This kid, he’ll really say anything, won’t he?’

’He even dares to claim he’s better than a Martial Saint ancestor?!’

’Does he have a death wish?’

"Brother! Please, stop talking nonsense! I’m begging you, you’re giving me a heart attack! In my opinion, Grand Elder Hua and Second Grandmaster Yang are evenly matched!"

Kong Jie snorted coldly. "Now *that* sounds like something a human would say. Kid, if you don’t know what you’re talking about, then shut up, lest you make a fool of yourself!"

Cheng Yuan just shrugged, not bothering to argue with Kong Jie. The naked truth would soon be slapping him in the face!

Cheng Yuan shifted into a more comfortable position, watching the two on the platform with leisurely interest.

Their previous clash had been too violent. Though they appeared calm, the energy within their bodies was churning like a pot of boiling water!

Yang Jian was an Ultimate Martial Saint with superior recovery. He was the first to calm the True Essence raging within him and looked at Hua Xiangnan with a smile.

"Brother Hua, three moves are up! Now, it’s my turn to attack."

Hua Xiangnan’s expression changed. He had yet to calm the roiling True Essence in his body. If he forced himself to Cultivate and fight, his Meridians would surely be damaged, affecting his future on the Martial Dao!

He and Yang Jian weren’t enemies; they were relatives by marriage. There was no need to fight to the death.

Hua Xiangnan spread his hands in a carefree gesture. "Yang the Second, you’ve won this round! I never expected you to have already become an Ultimate Martial Saint! I have no complaints about my loss."

WHOOSH!

The entire training ground instantly exploded into an uproar!

Everyone was stunned!

"An Ultimate Martial Saint? Can someone tell me, what is an Ultimate Martial Saint?"

"You don’t even know what an Ultimate Martial Saint is? The Old Dragon King became the Martial Arts Venerable precisely because he reached the Ultimate level! And now, another has joined those ranks!"

"That’s too vague, I still don’t get it. Can someone please explain what exactly an Ultimate Martial Saint is?"

An expert from the older generation patiently explained, "The Martial Saint realm has a Seventh Heaven, and each step is like ascending to a new sky! With every breakthrough, one’s power changes cataclysmically! An Ultimate Martial Saint is a Seventh Grade Martial Saint! Beyond that is the realm of a God!"

A Seventh Grade Martial Saint?

The realm of a God?

Everyone gulped, their faces filled with shock!

"I can’t believe Second Grandmaster Yang has become an Ultimate Martial Saint. The skies of the Ancient Martial Realm are about to change! Two kings cannot rule the same mountain!"

"I heard the Old Dragon King suffered a backlash from his Heart Demon while trying to reach Half-Step Martial God and his realm fell. I’m afraid the title of Martial Arts Venerable is about to change hands!"

...

In that moment, many people looked at Yang Jian with gazes full of awe and reverence!

’Is a new super-family about to rise?’

’Are they lucky enough to witness the rise of a new Venerable?’

Cheng Yuan grinned at Liu Deshui and Kong Jie. "Grand Elder Hua conceded. So, was I talking nonsense or not?"

Li Baizhan and Yang Qianhuan rolled their eyes. ’This Xiaoyuan is too devious, isn’t he?’

Hu Yidao and Zhu Song were anxious. ’Why isn’t Xiaoyuan the least bit worried? Second Grandmaster Yang is an Ultimate Martial Saint! Even if the Old Dragon King were here, he might not be able to suppress him!’

’They’re really done for now!’

Liu Deshui went completely limp!

’He lost?’

’Grand Elder Hua conceded?’

’That kid really guessed right!’

Kong Jie’s face turned the color of beet root. The rebuke on the tip of his tongue was forcefully choked back, so much so that he nearly coughed up blood!

’How is this possible?’

’Even the Martial Saint ancestors couldn’t determine the outcome, but this kid saw it?’

’A guess! It must have been a lucky guess!’

Yang Jian felt absolutely wonderful. He had finally reached this stage, the Ultimate peak of a Martial Saint!

’From now on, the entire Ancient Martial Realm will have to respect me, Yang Jian!’

Of course, Yang Jian knew very well that this was all thanks to Fanghua!

’From now on, I will dote on Fanghua even more!’

Yu Fanghua sighed softly. ’What a pity that Huangfu Yanyi isn’t here to see Jian reach the Ultimate level. If he were, he would surely be filled with regret, right?’

’Huangfu Yanyi, one day, you will know exactly what you missed!!’

Yang Jian swept his gaze over the crowd below and asked coolly, "Are there any other friends from the Jianghu who wish to come forward for a lesson?"

The crowd below shook their heads like rattle-drums. They weren’t idiots. What was the difference between challenging an Ultimate Martial Saint and committing suicide?

Yang Jian scanned his surroundings majestically. No one dared to meet his gaze; even powerful Martial Saints like the Old Prince and Master Geng Di subconsciously lowered their heads.

Yang Jian was very satisfied with everyone’s reaction. He said flatly, "Since no one else wishes to spar, that segment ends here. Now for the final item on the agenda—settling grudges! Any friends with scores to settle may come to the stage. I will act as a witness. If you can talk it out, great. If not, you’ll fight a Grudge Match! In a Grudge Match, life and death are not a concern! Will any friends come to the stage?"

For a moment, everyone just looked at each other.

The experts who held grudges against one another were tempted, but no one wanted to be the first to step forward.

Just as everyone was hesitating, a slender and captivating figure slowly stood up. Under everyone’s gaze, she walked toward the platform with determined steps.

In that instant, everyone was dumbfounded.

"What’s going on? Why is Miss Yang going up to the platform? Who is she going to settle a grudge with?"

"Whoever it is, I pity them for a couple of seconds! The Old Matriarch dotes on Miss Yang so much, her enemy is probably going to die a miserable death."

Hu Yidao and Zhu Song reached out to grab Cheng Yuan. They planned to drag him out of the Jinling Yang Family estate before Yang Qiuyu could name him!

But to their despair, despite using their full strength, they couldn’t budge Cheng Yuan at all!

Cheng Yuan’s realm was clearly the same as theirs, Martial King Peak, but trying to pull him was like trying to move an unshakeable mountain!

Just as the two were frantic with worry, Yang Qiuyu stepped onto the platform, slowly turned, and fixed her gaze in Cheng Yuan’s direction, shouting, "I want to settle my grudge with Cheng Yuan!!"

THUD!

The hearts of Hu Yidao and Zhu Song sank!

’Xiaoyuan is too willful!’

’Now that Yang Qiuyu has called him out by name, there’s no chance of escape!’

’Forget it!’

’If worst comes to worst, we’ll just die with Xiaoyuan!’

The other experts were stunned.

They all looked at each other in confusion.

’Who is Cheng Yuan?’

’He actually offended Miss Yang!’

’He’s a dead man for sure!’

Everyone followed Yang Qiuyu’s gaze and saw Cheng Yuan, Liu Deshui, and the others.

In their judgment, "Cheng Yuan" must be a junior from either Li Baizhan’s or Yang Qianhuan’s family, so they immediately ruled out the outspoken young man before them.

For a moment, many people’s gazes fell upon Liu Deshui.

Liu Deshui explained in a panic, "Don’t look at me! I’m not Cheng Yuan!"

As he said this, Liu Deshui suddenly remembered what Cheng Yuan had said earlier—that he had to kill Yang Qiuyu today!

Liu Deshui’s heart skipped a beat!

’Could it be... this brother *is* Cheng Yuan?’

SWISH!

Liu Deshui whipped his head around to look at Cheng Yuan and asked with a trembling voice, "B-Bro, you... you’re not... Cheng Yuan, are you?"

Cheng Yuan grinned. Without answering Liu Deshui, he slowly stood up under the watchful eyes of the crowd and stared fixedly at Yang Qiuyu on the platform. "Yang Qiuyu, how do you want to settle this grudge between us?"