Chapter 1106: Chapter 1106: Making an Example! Tolerance?

Yang Yan wasn’t looking at this elder for no reason.

Of course he knew he was challenging the bottom line of the Ancient Abyss Sect.

However, this time Yang Yan not only wanted to avenge Xiaopang, he also wanted to see what status this so‑called Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body of his held in the eyes of the sect’s high level, to test where exactly the sect’s bottom line lay.

"But there’s one thing I believe you should all know."

Yang Yan bent down, looking at Sun Hai lying at his feet with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Sun Hai’s mouth was overflowing with blood, and his eyes looking at Yang Yan were filled with a deep plea.

Unfortunately, his injuries were so severe that his lips could only tremble slightly, unable to form a complete syllable.

"And that is: when the lord wants the minister dead, the minister must die! You are no minister, but I am the lord. Now that I want you dead, what can even the heavens do about it?!"

Boom!

As Yang Yan’s final syllable fell, he stomped down viciously with one foot.

With an explosive crack, a huge dent appeared instantly in the stone platform beneath his foot.

And Sun Hai’s right arm, caught in between, had turned into minced flesh and gore.

In front of hundreds of thousands of people in the Ancient Abyss Sect, he actually likened himself to an emperor sovereign.

Everyone’s eyes widened as they stared at Yang Yan on the stage in disbelief.

"I left this for you!"

The hem of Yang Yan’s green robe was splattered with a large patch of blood; Sun Hai, who had lost his right arm, had already fainted from the pain.

Yet Yang Yan acted as if nothing had happened, completely unperturbed as he turned around, walked to Gu Sheng, and placed Star Night in front of him.

After a long rest, thanks to Yang Yan’s True Qi, Gu Sheng’s injuries had recovered by seventy to eighty percent, and he had barely regained the ability to move.

He didn’t know why the sect was ignoring Yang Yan killing people under the eyes of all, but there was one thing he understood very clearly.

Yang Yan did all of this entirely because of him!

As the saying goes, a warrior dies for the one who truly knows him.

Since that was the case, he might as well throw everything aside.

Gu Sheng steeled his heart, gave Yang Yan a grateful look, stretched out a trembling hand, and with effort gripped Star Night.

The hilt felt icy cold.

The sharp Cyan Blade, the thin sword body, had killed several people and yet had not been stained by a trace of mortal blood.

This was a fine sword!

"Since someone dared to lay a hand on you, he’d better be ready to die. Kill him!"

Yang Yan stared straight into Gu Sheng’s eyes and spoke, word by word.

His words seemed to carry some kind of Magic Power, making Gu Sheng nod subconsciously.

But when he came back to himself, he swallowed imperceptibly.

Steadying his mind, Gu Sheng gripped Star Night with both hands and walked step by step over to Sun Hai.

Sun Hai, who had fainted, had no idea that the youth he once regarded as less than grass was now approaching him sword in hand, step by step, and could end his life with a single thrust at any time!

Lin An, seated above, had been silent for a long time; suddenly his lips parted slightly and moved a little.

Although no sound came out, the elder at the edge of the arena had already received the order.

Immediately, an old, hoarse voice rang out:

"Outer Sect disciple Sun Hai, with eyes for no law, cruelly harming his fellow sect members, according to the sect laws, is to be beheaded!"

"Disciple Gu Sheng will carry out the execution in his stead. Now, this public execution held during the grand competition is meant to warn you all of the consequences of violating the sect’s decrees!"

"Gu Sheng, you may carry out the sentence!"

With just a few words, the elder glossed over Yang Yan’s offense of making a scene at the grand competition, and even turned his actions into something pre‑approved by the Ancient Abyss Sect.

In other words, whether it was Yang Yan or Gu Sheng doing the killing, it was all, in fact, something the sect had permitted in advance.

But was that really the truth?

Anyone with eyes could smell that something was off, but since those above had already made their stance clear, right and wrong no longer mattered.

After all, the Sect Leader was seated above, and the one announcing this matter was a high‑status elder of the sect; that already made the sect’s attitude clear.

Or rather, Yang Yan, who possessed the Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body, had not yet stepped on the sect’s bottom line.

"Kill!"

The words of the sect elder at the side made Yang Yan freeze for a moment.

But only for an instant; he immediately reacted and fully understood the intentions of the sect’s upper echelons.

Even so, he still couldn’t help but sigh at the status his Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body held in the sect’s eyes.

According to his earlier thoughts, he had assumed the sect would at least put on a show.

Either stopping him, or punishing him afterwards.

He had even been thinking about how to successfully kill Sun Hai at the moment an elder tried to intervene.

Yet to his complete surprise, the sect was simply straightforward and directly gave him a legitimate, open excuse.

Since that was the case, there was nothing left to hold back for.

As Yang Yan shouted "Kill," Gu Sheng’s mind trembled, then he gritted his teeth hard, let out a low shout, and thrust Star Night’s tip straight at Sun Hai’s heart.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce in, it suddenly stopped when it was only a few centimeters from Sun Hai’s chest.

Gu Sheng turned his head to look at Yang Yan and gave a bitter shake of his head.

In the end, he was still a youth; killing a chicken on an ordinary day was one thing.

Killing a person?

The hurdle in his heart, in the end, he still couldn’t get over.

Yang Yan suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Gu Sheng’s sword‑holding hand with his left, and without even blinking, pushed gently forward; Star Night slid in without any obstruction.

Schhk!

Sun Hai’s chest jolted, and the man who had fainted would never wake again.

"I don’t care who you are, how much glory you possess, or how strong you are; I advise you all, do not touch my people."

Yang Yan withdrew Star Night, his gaze incomparably calm.

His words seemed to be addressed to the hundreds of thousands of disciples below the stage, and also to those self‑important Inner Sect Disciples on the stage, as well as the three hundred Marquis Mansions.

Even a dragon has its reverse scale; touch it and you die!

"The execution is over. Yang Yan, you may leave the stage."

The elder at the side spoke out in a clear voice.

"Yes."

Yang Yan answered, then picked up the still‑stunned Gu Sheng and leapt down from the arena.

The elder also returned to his seat.

It seemed as if the matter had thus come to an end, and the Ancient Abyss Sect’s new disciples’ grand competition continued as usual.

But everyone remembered a single name—

Yang Yan!

That Outer Sect disciple, during the new disciples’ grand competition, had killed two people in one breath.

And the sect actually adopted an attitude of letting it happen, even indulging it?!

"Number Fifty‑One, Yang Yan, versus Number Two Hundred Thirty‑Four, Wang Da!"

On the second arena, Yang Yan’s name was called.

Because his second match had been delayed by him, it was counted as an automatic loss.

Fortunately, the rules of the Ancient Abyss Sect’s preliminary selection were that winning two matches or drawing two matches was enough to advance.

Yang Yan’s opponent in the third match was a disciple dressed in tight, sturdy clothes.

The exposed muscles on both his arms were knotted, coiled with explosive power.

Before this disciple encountered Cultivation, he was eight or nine times out of ten a naturally strong man of Divine Power.

"Yang Yan."

Because of his mood, after coming on stage Yang Yan merely reported his name.

Then he stood there motionless, his expression cold.

The disciple opposite him didn’t dare imitate Yang Yan; instead, he nodded slightly toward him with a hint of respect and said:

"Qi Cultivation Fifth Level, Outer Sect disciple Wang Da. Yang, please!"

After reporting his name and level, Wang Da gestured with a please motion, his bearing clearly that of one trained in martial arts.

Yang Yan said nothing, merely stood there quietly, regarding him with eyes as calm as still water.