Looking at the angry Fang Yi, Yang Qizhi took a long time to react. He immediately knelt on the ground and lowered his head. "Third Prince, Yang Qizhi knows his mistake.
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The Yang Clan had already suffered heavy losses, and their influence had been greatly reduced. If they were to incur the wrath of the Third Prince now, it would only take a few years for the Yang Clan to completely disappear from the Imperial City.
"The Third Prince is easy-going, and rarely gets angry. Yang Qizhi and the others just said a few words to Ye Chen, and he got so angry. It seems this Ye Chen really has joined the Third Prince's faction."
The crowd secretly said, secretly rejoicing that they had not supported Yang Qizhi and the others.
Seeing that Yang Qizhi and the others had admitted their mistake, the Third Prince's expression softened. He coldly glanced at Yang Qizhi and said, "Since you know your mistake, I will let it go this time. If there is a next time, I will not let it go so easily.
"I heard that a few months ago, the Yang Family found a large yuan vein in the suburbs. It has not yet been handed over to the Imperial City. Coincidentally, the Imperial Army under my command is in urgent need of supplies. I will leave this matter to you."
"Third Prince, the Yang Family..." Yang Qizhi's face turned pale. The large yuan vein was the Yang Family's lifeblood. If it was exploited again, the Yang Family could be said to have truly declined.
"Do you have a problem with it?"
Fang Yi's cold gaze swept over Yang Qizhi. Yang Qizhi immediately swallowed his words and said against his will, "Yang Qizhi has no problem with it. Thank you for your kindness, Third Prince."
Humph!
Snorting coldly, Fang Yi did not even look at Yang Qizhi. He lifted his feet and walked to the center of the pavilion.
He waved his hand, and the music stopped. Everyone turned to look at him with puzzled eyes.
"Everyone, this is Ye Chen, a disciple of the Yuhua Sect. A few days ago, he defeated Lu Chuanfeng in the black stone arena. He is a true young talent. Today, I have specially invited him to attend Master Duan's birthday celebration. Does anyone have any objections?"
Sensing the coldness in Fang Yi's tone, many people narrowed their eyes.
They had all heard about the Life-and-Death Duel. Lu Chuanfeng alone was nothing, but the second prince was standing behind him. Ye Chen had won the Life-and-Death Duel and was still standing here, full of energy. This clearly showed how terrifying his strength and talent were.
No wonder Fang Yi was acting so strangely today. It turned out that he was trying to rope in this kid.
"With this kind of strength, you can be called a young elite?"
However, at this moment, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly sounded.
Han Baiyu, who had been pushed back by Ye Chen, walked in. His body was emitting a chilling aura, and his eyes were cold. He was pressuring Ye Chen. In front of Fang Yi, he did not care at all.
"That's right. Lu Chuanfeng is just a mediocre person. He has neither talent nor cultivation. It's only natural that he would be defeated. Isn't it a little too much to make such a grand announcement?"
Hu Yangtie also said coldly. The Wanshou Sect belonged to the second prince's faction, so naturally, they did not need to give face to the third prince.
Fang Yi frowned and was about to speak when he heard Ye Chen sneer. "Since I, Ye Chen, am just a mediocre person in Elder Hu's eyes, then I will boldly say something. The Wanshou Sect can choose any disciple of the same age as me to fight. I will fight one against five without batting an eye."
The cold voice made Hu Yangtie's mouth twitch. He was suddenly speechless.
"What?
Could it be that the Wanshou Sect can't even choose a mediocre person?
With such a background, how dare you call yourself one of the three major sects? Aren't you afraid of losing face? "Ye Chen was not polite at all. Hu Yangtie was so angry that blood rushed to his head and his whole face turned red.
The crowd revealed a playful look. This young man named Ye Chen dared to ridicule the Wanshou Sect in front of Fang Han. He was really crazy.
"Third Prince, this dog of yours is really crazy. It bites whoever it sees."
Han Baiyu sneered. His Han family was very prestigious and powerful in the dynasty. With the support of Fang Han, he was not afraid of Fang Yi at all.
"If I am a dog, then you, who just lost to me, are not even a dog?"
Ye Chen sneered. His laughter was so harsh that Ye Chen's face turned pale. He took a step forward and an endless amount of Yuangang immediately whizzed out, turning into countless sharp blades and directly facing Ye Chen.
However, Ye Chen did not seem to be afraid. He sneered and said, "You are at the Fourth Sky of Truth. Not only did I dodge your attack, but I also took away your jade fan. In terms of strength, you are far inferior to me."
"Shut up!"
Han Baiyu rebuked angrily. However, Ye Chen did not intend to stop. He continued, "You are a member of the Han family and were born in the imperial city. You have been instilled with knowledge and wisdom since you were young. But just now, you were so angry because of my words. In terms of temperament, you are not as good as me."
"In terms of these two points, I really don't understand why the Han family keeps a guy like you. You are not as useful as a guard dog. At least you will bark when you see strangers."
Boom!
As soon as his voice fell, the Yuangang that shrouded Han Baiyu's body turned into countless flowing lights. They were dazzling and instantly arrived in front of Ye Chen with killing intent.
"Moon Sealing Spiritual Formation, rise!"
At this moment, with Ye Chen as the center, a milky white light shield suddenly appeared and collided with the Yuangang. There were continuous roars and finally, both of them dissipated into nothingness.
When everyone's vision was restored, they saw a handsome man standing beside Ye Chen. He carried a broadsword that was as wide as a door. His eyebrows were slanted and his eyes shone with gloominess.
"Wu Zichuan, why are you blocking me?"
When Han Baiyu saw the newcomer, he was even angrier. He was like a mad dog. If this place was not the pavilion in the middle of the lake and if today was not Duan Chongyu's birthday, he would have rushed up and fought hundreds of rounds.
"Are you okay?"
Wu Zichuan turned his head and ignored Han Baiyu.
"A guy who is worse than a beast is not qualified to hurt me."
Ye Chen shrugged his shoulders and did not care. He could even kill Lu Chuanfeng, who was at the late stage of the Fifth Sky of Truth. How could he put Han Baiyu in his eyes?
When Han Baiyu saw that the two people in front of him began to talk while he was ignored, the anger in his heart rushed to his head.
He took a few steps forward, but before he began to speak, he suddenly burst into laughter without warning. His laughter was so loud that it almost spread throughout the pavilion in the middle of the lake.
Everyone's eyes narrowed. Could it be that Han Baiyu had gone mad because he was ignored continuously?
Not only them, but even Ye Chen and Wu Zichuan also turned their heads. Their eyes were full of doubts.
After a long while, Han Baiyu stopped laughing and said disdainfully, "No wonder I always felt that the name Ye Chen sounded so familiar. It turns out that you are the Ye Chen that Old Man Wu kept talking about. Today, I see that you are exactly like that old man. You are overbearing and arrogant. Everyone despises you."
"Han Baiyu, you beast. How dare you slander your master like this. Are you still human?" Wu Zichuan's eyes were spewing flames of anger. He was particularly agitated.
"Master?"
Han Baiyu shook his head and glanced around. He enjoyed the feeling of being the focus of everyone's attention. He sneered and said, "From the beginning to the end, I have never regarded Wu Zhenzi as my master. What I want is his Primordial Formation Technique. Only a stupid guy like you would call him master. It's so vulgar and stupid."
As he spoke, he did not hide his complacency. Suddenly, everyone present frowned.