Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 568 - 270 Shameless Yi Clan! Breaking Out of the Coffin! (10,000-word Mega - )_4

Chapter 568: Chapter 270 Shameless Yi Clan! Breaking Out of the Coffin! (10,000-word Mega Chapter)_4

The experts from the Great Immortal Gates had solemn expressions. Despite the youth’s age, his aura was overwhelmingly powerful. He was like a god of war—blindingly brilliant and causing hearts to tremble. He was clearly no ordinary person.

Thus, someone asked, "May I ask... what is your name?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the young man raised an eyebrow. He drew an ancient bow from his back with incredible speed, nocked a five-colored feathered arrow, and shot it directly at the speaker. The arrow’s path was astounding. A blinding golden light flared as the roar of a dragon shook the heavens. A faint image of a coiled dragon could be seen spiraling around the arrowhead. It instantly pierced through the void and arrived before the man.

The man was a peak Soul Travel powerhouse. Sensing the arrow’s terrifying power, he furrowed his brow and hastily tried to evade it by entering the void.

But he still couldn’t escape. He was blasted out of the void, letting out a wretched scream. His shoulder had been pierced through, and blood gushed out, his vital energy severely depleted.

Everyone was shocked. The youth looked young and full of vigor, likely not even a hundred years old.

To think he could grievously wound a Half-Step Manifestation Saint with a single arrow! His combat prowess is simply terrifying!

An elder, his face livid with rage, demanded, "He merely asked for your identity! Why did you have to use such a heavy hand?"

The young man replied coldly, "Insignificant ants dare to ask my name? The fact that he’s still alive is a testament to my mercy. All of you should kneel in gratitude!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd became furious. He attacked first, yet he speaks with such arrogance and demands our thanks? Who does he think he is?!

"He’s from the Yi Clan!" an elderly Earth Immortal from Mount Shu spoke up. Deep dread and fear flashed in his eyes, as if merely uttering the name invoked immense terror.

"The Yi Clan? What’s that?"

"They are an ancient clan passed down from a bygone era, renowned throughout the Nine Heavens for their divine archery. It’s rumored their ancestor once injured the Devil Race’s Emperor Jinwu... Although they aren’t a Di Clan, even ordinary descendants of the Di Clan wouldn’t dare to provoke them lightly!"

An uproar swept through the crowd; everyone was astounded.

To injure even a Great Emperor... The inherited techniques of this clan must be terrifying. No wonder they’re so arrogant, completely disregarding everyone else in the world.

The Yi Clan youth was momentarily surprised that his identity had been revealed, but he quickly composed himself. His gaze swept over the prodigies present as he remarked coldly, "A mob of rabble. Hardly any of you are worth a second glance."

At these words, all the prodigies’ faces flushed with anger. No one would feel good after being insulted so brazenly.

The Yi Clan youth sneered, "What, unconvinced? You ants from the Lower Realm truly are as pathetic as you are laughable! If I had any other choice, I wouldn’t even deign to look at trash like you..."

The implication was that his purpose was the same as Yu Xiaolong’s: he was here to find help. However, their attitudes were worlds apart. One was proud but relatively temperate, while the other was completely condescending, treating the people of the Lower Realm as less than human.

An enraged youth stood up and shouted, "What’s so great about you? Just because you’re from the Upper Realm? If we fought at the same Realm, you wouldn’t necessarily defeat us!"

Upon hearing this, the smile on the Yi Clan youth’s face widened, yet it grew colder and was laced with a hint of cruelty. "Interesting. Such pitiful pride! Fine. Since I have some time today, I’ll play along with you. I won’t bully you. At the same Realm, if any of you can withstand three of my arrows, I’ll apologize. How about it?"

"It’s a deal!" the young man immediately agreed.

"Tong Cheng, come back!" an elder at the Emergence Stage shouted, stepping forward to pull the young man back.

"Master, stay out of this! Today, I’ll show him that the skills he’s so proud of are nothing special!" The young man was stubborn, trying to wrench his arm free from his master’s grip.

Across from them, the Yi Clan youth watched this scene with a flicker of boredom in his eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he fired an arrow.

The arrow flew like a meteor, ripping through the void. Below, the blue-green floor tiles shattered layer by layer, as if struck by a terrifying hurricane. In the blink of an eye, it closed in on the master and disciple.

BOOM!

With a tremendous roar, both of them were swallowed by the resulting maelstrom. Blood sprayed through the air as their life force rapidly faded. The master and his disciple didn’t even have time to scream before they were blasted into a shower of flesh and blood.

The area fell instantly silent. One by one, pairs of eyes turned bloodshot with rage.

"You’re dishonorable! We agreed you’d only use power at the same Realm! The power in that arrow was clearly far greater!"

The Yi Clan youth dug a finger in his ear and retorted impatiently, "Is there a problem? That old man was at least at the Soul Travel Realm. Since the two of them stood together, trying to block my arrow with their combined might, of course I had to use Soul Travel-level power!"

Someone else shouted, "He wasn’t even ready!"

The Yi Clan youth sneered. "What difference does it make? They were going to die anyway. One person, two people—it’s all the same, isn’t it?"

An Earth Immortal from Mount Shu said coldly, "Young man, you’ve gone too far."

The Yi Clan youth glanced at him. "And? Are you going to kill me?"

"You!" The Earth Immortal from Mount Shu was rendered speechless.

This young man was from the Yi Clan, a background far too formidable. Killing him would likely invite a heaven-shaking catastrophe. It was known that the powerhouses of the Nine Heavens were not incapable of descending to the Lower Realm; they simply chose not to because the rewards weren’t worth the cost. But if they were truly angered, all bets were off.

The crowd also fell silent, filled with an anger they dared not voice. After all, on the surface, they had agreed to a challenge before the Yi Clan youth acted. From a certain point of view, his actions could be grudgingly justified.

Seeing this, the Yi Clan youth’s expression grew even colder. He scanned the crowd, taunting, "Anyone else? You were all full of hot air a moment ago. Have you all tucked your heads into your shells now?"

The silence in the area grew even more profound, heavy and still. The Yi Clan youth stood triumphantly, exuding an air of arrogant victory.