Started from listening to music in the brothel and earned billions of bad people

The eighth prince Li Xingfeng sneered at Li Xingyun.

"Old Thirteen, you can fool others but you can't fool me. I have seen Ye Xian before. He was originally a captain of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. His strength was between the peak of Grandmaster and the early stage of Martial Saint!" Li Xingfeng had seen Ye Xian before, so he could naturally recognize him at this moment!

After hearing this, Li Xinghu's face was full of regret. He hunted eagles all day long, but he was actually pecked in the eye by an eagle!

The Sixth Prince Li Xingmin had a blank expression on his face and did not show any disappointment!

He didn't believe that Li Xingyun would play such a trick at this time!

Even if you want to play, it is impossible to choose a captain of the Jinyiwei in Shenwu City!

Wouldn't it be better to just find an expert in southern Xinjiang that no one knows?

"Yes, it's Ye County!" Li Xingyun nodded without any panic!

"What, you want to try it?" Li Xingyun glanced at Li Xingfeng indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes!

"Hmph; why not!" Li Xingfeng snorted angrily and looked at the scholar behind him!

"Master Zhuang, you come to this battle!"

"Yes!" Master Zhuang stepped forward and bowed, then took a step forward, stepped on the void, and a three-colored lotus flower grew under his feet, which was extremely dazzling!

"The old immortal from Haoran Academy? Half a step to the rebirth realm, that's not good enough!" Li Xingyun saw through Master Zhuang's background with just a glance, and shook his head with some regret!

"Look, someone finally dares to step up and challenge!"

"Amazing! What's that underfoot? So cool!"

"I don't know, this seems to be the dean of Haoran Academy, Master Zhuang!" Some people recognized Master Zhuang's identity!

"It seems to be true! I met Master Zhuang once before, and he was exactly like this. I didn't expect that after more than ten years, Master Zhuang hasn't changed at all!"

"Now we're going to have some fun! Master Zhuang's attack will surely cause the heavens to fall and the earth to shatter!"

When the people saw that someone finally accepted the challenge, and it was the famous dean of Haoran Academy, they all shouted!

"I am County Ye, a personal soldier under the command of the King of Qin. I am honored to meet Master Zhuang!" County Ye was originally from Shenwu City, so he was naturally no stranger to Master Zhuang!

"Hehe... hello, I serve under the Eighth Prince, Prince Jing!" Master Zhuang greeted kindly and was very easy-going!

"Please!" The two men had no friendship, and after greeting each other, Ye Xian stopped being polite and made a gesture of invitation!

Master Zhuang was dressed in a plain robe, his expression solemn, his body surging with righteousness, and a luminous light flashing like substance. He had no intention of looking down on Ye County at all, and his powerful righteousness seemed to illuminate this chaotic world.

Ye Xian, however, had a calm expression on his face, and a strange purple-black aura emanated from his body. The aura carried a hint of poison, and wherever he passed, the grass and trees withered.

In an instant, the battle erupted, like a volcanic eruption, shocking everyone. Master Zhuang moved with lightning speed, like a ghost darting through the void. In the blink of an eye, he was at the front, launching the first attack. He extended a finger, seemingly ordinary, yet it contained an untold and terrifying power. A surge of righteous energy erupted from his fingertips, like a raging wave, rolling towards Ye County with the force of a tidal wave.

Facing such a fierce attack, Ye Xian remained unfazed, even a chilling sneer curling up at the corner of his mouth. He casually raised one hand and clapped it casually. A dense, almost insoluble, purple-black poisonous mist gushed out from his palm, like a ferocious beast with its bloody mouth agape, heading straight for Master Zhuang's vast ocean waves.

"Boom!" With a deafening roar, two immensely powerful forces collided fiercely, sending surging waves of wind whistling and the entire space trembling. Master Zhuang's righteous spirit, once so majestic, began to gradually erode and dissolve upon contact with the purple-black poisonous mist. Like solid ice meeting raging fire, his righteous spirit retreated steadily under the engulfing force of the poisonous mist.

The poisonous mist, taking advantage of the weakening of his righteous spirit, pounced upon Master Zhuang like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. Master Zhuang was horrified and immediately mobilized his protective Qi to resist the onslaught of the poisonous mist. However, the poisonous mist seemed to possess a life of its own, penetrating every pore. No matter how Master Zhuang defended himself, a few strands of it found their way into his meridians.

Master Zhuang's face suddenly turned pale as paper, devoid of any color. His eyes widened, his face filled with terror and agony. The piercing pain surged like a raging torrent, raging through his meridians and spreading with alarming speed to every corner of his body. The pain felt like thousands of razor-sharp needles piercing his body simultaneously, nearly causing him to faint.

Master Zhuang could clearly feel the once powerful and abundant strength within his body rapidly draining away like water bursting a dam. The internal energy that once filled his dantian, endlessly providing him with power, now rapidly receded like the water at low tide, leaving little behind in the blink of an eye.

Ye Xian, standing nearby, observed this scene without a trace of surprise or astonishment. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a cold, complacent smile forming. Then, without hesitation, he raised his palm again and slammed it forward. In an instant, a green, poisonous palm, emitting an eerie aura, whistled out with overwhelming force, striking Master Zhuang's chest with unerring precision.

Suffering such a heavy blow, Master Zhuang spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood, and flew backward like a kite with its string cut. His body arced through the air before slamming heavily onto the ground with a dull thud. The rising dust spread everywhere, enveloping his disheveled figure.

Yet, even gravely wounded, Master Zhuang refused to give up. He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and desperately struggled to stand. But no matter how hard he tried, his limbs felt limp, and he couldn't muster a single ounce of strength. Meanwhile, the horrific poison spread unchecked throughout his body, turning his skin black and purple wherever it passed, and his veins bulged, creating a hideous, monstrous appearance.

Ye Xian crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Master Zhuang who was struggling on the ground leisurely, his eyes full of contempt.

Then, he gave a crisp snap of his fingers. At that moment, the toxin, which had been slowly spreading, suddenly erupted in Master Zhuang's body like a ignited powder keg, with extreme swiftness and violence.

In the blink of an eye, Master Zhuang's entire body was corroded by the poison beyond recognition. He didn't even have time to use the trump card he had prepared, and fell miserably on the stage.