Chapter 1105: Chapter 1105: Cut the Crap! Just Watch Closely

Under Yang Yan’s gaze, Sun Hai’s body trembled violently.

His foot that was slowly retreating felt as if it had taken root, heavy as a thousand pounds, completely impossible to lift!

"No! No! Absolutely not! Yang... Yang, I didn’t see anything! Didn’t see anything!"

Sun Hai shook his head vigorously, hastily saying.

It seemed that by refusing to admit it, Yang Yan would spare his life.

However, who has ever seen a King of Hundred Beasts tiger that doesn’t eat people?

Yang Yan seemed to mock him, with strands of contempt.

"You say I’ve harmed my fellow sect members, thinking I’m bound by the sect’s rules and don’t dare to kill you, right?"

"Today, I’ll show you exactly what rules mean!"

"Rules are made by people and are naturally meant for people as well! But the ones who set the rules are the strong, and the weak can only follow them unconditionally!"

As soon as his words fell, Yang Yan suddenly flashed and appeared directly in front of Sun Hai.

He reached out with his left hand, seemingly casually, but firmly grabbed Sun Hai’s throat.

He turned around, reaching out to pick up another outer sect disciple sitting on the ground with dazed eyes.

Just like that, Yang Yan, carrying one person and holding two others, appeared amidst the heated martial arts tournament, while the sect leaders had yet to leave!

"Boom!"

On the number one arena, a sturdy man barely knocked his opponent off the stage with a surprise attack, earning his second victory.

Before the official could announce the winner on the number one arena, everyone around the arena paused, looking up at the sky in unison.

Bang!

Bang!

Two figures fell from the sky, crashing heavily onto the ground.

The few sect elders who had already noticed this side were enraged and about to get up.

However, upon seeing who landed on the number one arena, they hesitated.

They instinctively turned to look at the sect leader behind them.

"Elder Ou, you go, but don’t act hastily, just observe first."

The sect leader Lin An clearly recognized the person who landed on the number one arena and instructed calmly.

For unexpected events during the tournament, Lin An, the sect leader, seemed unconcerned.

"Yes!"

A long-bearded elder below responded, bowed to Lin An, and then flew straight toward the number one arena.

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of disciples cast their gaze toward the number one arena.

Even the disciples fighting on other arenas gradually noticed something amiss and suddenly stopped fighting.

Some named disciples, due to their poor position, could only tiptoe, trying hard to see what was happening on the arena.

"What the hell is this Yang up to?"

On the viewing platform, Lin Zimu in white clothes asked curiously.

"This scoundrel! What is he doing?"

Ruyi on the stage gritted her teeth and couldn’t help but frown.

As soon as Yang Yan arrived at the number one arena, the two original disciples were immediately driven off by him.

Strangely, two bodies appeared prostrate on the arena.

Yang Yan also gently laid down Gu Sheng, who he was carrying, letting him lean on a corner of the arena.

"Just sit down. Watch closely, and see the outcome of those who dare challenge Yang Yan!"

Yang Yan patted Gu Sheng’s shoulder, and said with a cold smile.

Gu Sheng opened his slightly squinted eyes and gave Yang Yan a sincere and pure smile:

"Young Master, actually Gu Sheng is insignificant, you don’t have to do this for me."

Yang Yan chuckled and said:

"Enough with the nonsense! Just watch carefully."

With these words, Yang Yan turned around without waiting for him to say more.

His starry eyes suddenly flashed coldly, turning ice-cold.

He looked indifferently at the tens of thousands of disciples below the arena, and for a moment, no one dared to meet his gaze.

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared on the edge of the arena.

However, that person did not enter the arena, only watching those on the arena, pondering something.

At this moment, Yang Yan took the initiative to speak.

"I, Yang Yan, a newly admitted outer sect disciple of the Ancient Abyss Sect. These two are outer sect seniors who joined before me, with approximately the third or fourth level of Qi Cultivation."

The scene with tens of thousands of people became silent.

Only the figure standing proudly on the number one arena recounted the facts slowly.

"Senior brothers and junior brothers, are like siblings, and I should have respected them rather than pushing them too hard."

"However, today these two injured my brothers! When I arrived, they dared to lecture me about sect rules! Haha—"

Saying this, Yang Yan laughed disdainfully, full of contempt.

He looked down at Sun Hai and the other outer sect disciple, lying like dead dogs under his feet.

After a cold snort, he heavily stomped down with his lifted foot, fiercely stepping on Sun Hai’s chest.

"Ah!"

Sun Hai couldn’t help but let out a miserable cry, his eyes turning white, and his fingers splayed, clawing at the ground incessantly.

"No! Help! Elder, help! Sect leader, help!"

The other outer sect disciple was scared out of his wits.

He leapt up in panic, running toward the edge of the arena while hysterically shouting.

However, before he could get over the arena, a longsword pierced through cleanly.

Star Night thrust through his heart, suspending in mid-air, holding the outer sect disciple steady in the air.

"This rebel!"

Ruyi sprang up in shock, changing her exclamation from scoundrel to rebel.

"Ruyi, wait!"

Beside her, Wang Peicong reached out to stop Ruyi from leaping down, gently shaking her head.

"Sister, why are you doing this? A life has already been lost below!"

Ruyi said anxiously.

"No! Things might not be that simple. Look, Elder Ou is standing by, yet he hasn’t intervened. There’s something fishy going on."

Wang Peicong held Ruyi’s hand, softly persuading her.

But her gaze had already fallen on Yang Yan standing on the arena.

"They hurt my brothers, yet come to talk to me about sect rules?! Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous! Such bandit logic is easily discernible!"

Yang Yan seemed to talk to himself, his face full of disdain.

He raised his right hand, and the Long Sword Star Night flowed through the air, landing in Yang Yan’s hand.

While the inner sect disciple, dead beyond revival, fell to the ground with a thud.

"The law of the land, the rules of the sect! By right, I have no authority to take their worthless lives."

Yang Yan’s gaze fell on the tens of thousands of disciples below, with the same calm and slow voice.

As if he wasn’t the one who just acted violently.

Every disciple who met Yang Yan’s gaze felt a chill in their hearts and involuntarily lowered their heads.

Finally, Yang Yan’s gaze landed on the elder who flew over to the side of the arena.

The elder was indifferent, gently stroking his chest-length beard, his face calm.

He didn’t even look toward the arena.

Since the sect leader had not spoken, why should he intervene?

This disciple before him possessed the Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body!

Furthermore, he was the personally chosen main disciple of the Ancestral Master.

If everything goes as expected, he would at least be a peer to the Sect Leader in the future.

At this moment, why should he stick his neck out?!