Chapter 418: Chapter 267: Who Said I Was Done?

Yang Haoyu was momentarily baffled. Why was he suddenly having a nosebleed?

A minor nosebleed was nothing to worry about, and he felt no physical discomfort. But for a Spirit Body Realm Cultivator, getting a nosebleed was inherently strange.

’Could it be because I’ve taken too many Sun Casting Pills recently? Is my Yang Qi too strong, my internal heat too high?’

"Brother Yang, are you alright?" a nearby Maid asked with concern, seeing the confused look on his face as she hurried over.

Yang Haoyu took the opportunity to grab her by the hair. "I’ve got a lot of heat to blow off!"

The nosebleed didn’t give Yang Haoyu any pause about the upcoming duel.

As Noon approached, many Outer Disciples had already gathered near the Dao Discussion Platform.

This was a far cry from Zou Feng’s previous duel with Tang Jingqiang, which had caused no stir whatsoever.

With enough hype and a betting pool running, it was only natural that many would hear the news and come to watch the spectacle.

A great many people were betting on Yang Haoyu to win.

After all, many knew that Yang Haoyu was one of the Purple Cloud Association’s top enforcers in the Outer Sect.

During his tenure at the Dining Hall, while he had to offer up a tribute to the Purple Cloud Association, he had also managed to hoard a great deal of Immortal Fate for himself.

And all that Immortal Fate was ultimately converted into his personal strength.

As for Zou Feng, a brute from the Outer Realm who had only arrived a few days ago—no matter what tricks he had up his sleeve, he couldn’t possibly defy the natural order and defeat someone who could advance to the Spiritual Energy Realm at any moment.

That was why the betting pool actually had several different types of bets.

For example, there were also bets on how long Zou Feng could last on the Dao Discussion Platform.

Of course, there were a few who, hoping for a longshot payout, believed Zou Feng had a chance to cause an upset. They were a minority, but they existed.

"He’s here! Brother Yang is here!"

As someone shouted, Yang Haoyu appeared, strolling slowly with his hands clasped behind his back. Having just finished sating his urges, he wore a sage-like expression.

Having just bathed and changed, he looked exceptionally dashing, his temperament sublime.

He walked on, ignoring the surrounding crowd, and silently leaped onto the Dao Discussion Platform.

He then looked down at his surroundings but saw no sign of Zou Feng.

’Did that kid get scared and not show up?’

Sneering inwardly, Yang Haoyu thought it was a real possibility.

But the contract had already been signed on the Token; hiding was useless.

If Zou Feng really didn’t dare to get on the platform, he could even rightfully attack him directly in Courtyard Number Nine.

"It is Noon!"

Just as someone shouted that, Zou Feng appeared, right on the dot.

Gone was the desperate, unhinged look he’d worn before.

A savage smile played on his lips, his eyes predatory, as if searching for prey to devour.

He didn’t look like he was heading into a duel; he looked like he was about to slaughter his prey.

There were, after all, a few discerning individuals among the Outer Disciples. One look at Zou Feng’s current state and their minds instantly processed a wealth of information.

They immediately whipped out their Tokens, saw that betting was still open, and scrambled to make their moves...

The betting window only closed after Zou Feng leaped onto the Dao Discussion Platform, facing off against Yang Haoyu from a distance.

"Any last words?" Yang Haoyu said, his eyes narrowed as he spoke first.

Zou Feng grinned. "On this day next year, I’ll come and party on your grave. Thanks for providing me with my first big score since joining the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect!"

Although Yang Haoyu had no idea what "partying" on a grave entailed, he could tell it was meant as a profound insult.

"You... from the very beginning, you’ve never understood the situation..."

Before he could finish his sentence, several bolts of lightning struck down from above Zou Feng’s position without any warning.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Most of the Outer Disciples present recognized that Yang Haoyu had used Lightning Strike Talismans.

Lightning Strike Talismans weren’t particularly rare, but Yang Haoyu’s technique for using them made many gasp in admiration.

It was just so sudden; few people present could see how he had activated them.

Furthermore, it was clear that Yang Haoyu had indeed made a fortune at the Dining Hall. Just how many Lightning Strike Talismans had he thrown out in one go?

These Lightning Strike Talismans were not cheap, and each one could only produce a single bolt.

And yet, the lightning descended on Zou Feng one bolt after another, seemingly without end.

Just as the ninth bolt of lightning struck Zou Feng, Su Qingyu finally arrived.

Behind her were Bai Chen, Liang Shunan, Zhong Zhe, and other former members of Biyou Palace.

They had all pooled their Immortal Fate for this, so it was only natural they would come to witness the outcome in person.

They were late because they hadn’t been assigned to the Taian Mountain area and lacked any Spiritual Artifacts for transport, making the journey much longer.

But the moment she arrived and saw the situation on the platform, even Su Qingyu’s heart sank.

’So much for his promise to win. He’s being struck by lightning and can’t even fight back...’

’And that guy fighting Zou Feng... he’s so damn rich!’

’This is a classic case of just throwing money—Immortal Fate—at a problem to crush someone!’

’A true, literal example of "I can kill you with my money"!’

The lightning strikes continued. Even Teng County, who had blind faith in Zou Feng, started to tear at his own hair in anxiety.

The only one unconcerned was Zou Feng himself. He was getting such a high from the lightning strikes that he really did feel like partying.

Back in the Great Yan Dynasty, his Cultivation of the Tribulation-Indestructible Body had hit a complete bottleneck; there were no suitable ordeals left for him to temper his body.

So, for Zou Feng, being continuously struck by lightning was a timely blessing.

Without a second thought, he entered cultivation mode, with Yang Haoyu as his number-one sponsor.

Thus, after the nineteenth bolt of lightning struck, Yang Haoyu, who had been calm and composed, began to tremble uncontrollably.

This left all the spectators utterly confused.

Zou Feng was the one getting struck by lightning, so why was Yang Haoyu the one shaking?

Was he performing a premature victory dance?!

After a few more tremors, Yang Haoyu’s face turned pale with fright. Forgetting all about continuing to smash Zou Feng with money, he hastily withdrew his technique.

But he had only just withdrawn it and hadn’t even had time to figure out what was wrong with his own body when a face with a savage grin instantly lunged at him.

"Well then, it’s my turn!"

Zou Feng, despite looking charred black from the lightning, was completely unaffected and brimming with vigor. He swung his palms, which boomed with a deafening roar, unleashing a torrent of palm-shadows that cascaded down like a waterfall.

"ARGH—"

Knowing this was bad, Yang Haoyu roared, activated a protective talisman, and pushed his Hurricane Cloud Body Technique to its absolute limit.

Unfortunately, from the very beginning, Yang Haoyu had been careless and had underestimated his enemy.

Simply unleashing a series of Lightning Strike Talismans didn’t count as him fighting seriously or at full power.

But now, it was too late for regrets.

"Five Poison Shattering Pill, Cui Xin, Broken Face Palm..."

"Thousand Hands Exorcism, Chaotic Flurry!"

Zou Feng unleashed a frenzied barrage of attacks, leaving Yang Haoyu to struggle just to keep up.

This furious assault left the spectating disciples secretly dumbfounded.

Now, the disciples who had bet on how long Zou Feng would last were kicking themselves in regret.

Meanwhile, those who had bet on Yang Haoyu to win were digging their toes into the ground, praying with all their might that he would hold on.

Fortunately, Yang Haoyu’s strength wasn’t just for show.

No matter how torrential Zou Feng’s assault became, he ultimately managed to endure it.

But Zou Feng couldn’t keep up that pace forever. His energy spent, he was forced to fall back and catch his breath.

"Hahaha..."

"Are you done?" Yang Haoyu, though inevitably injured, was only lightly wounded and not in any serious trouble. "This is why I said you don’t understand the situation. You think just because you’ve made a little progress with those crude Martial Arts, you can actually do something to me?"

As he spoke, Yang Haoyu formed a Sword Pointing gesture, and an extremely condensed bolt of lightning crackled at his fingertips.

"You frog in a well, let me show you what a true Skill is!"

Seeing this, a discerning disciple in the crowd exclaimed, "The Heavenly Dipper Startling Thunder Sword Formulas? Brother Yang actually managed to master it?!"

However, Zou Feng, who seemed to have exhausted all his tricks, simply shook his head slightly. "Who said I was done?"

Before the words had even faded, Zou Feng nonchalantly snapped his fingers.

A thick, black poison mist instantly billowed up from where Yang Haoyu stood.

Zou Feng had never expected his frantic palm barrage to be enough to finish off Yang Haoyu.

That had all just been a setup for his Domain Expansion: Poison Burial Illusory Prison.

The black Poison Domain instantly submerged Yang Haoyu, detonating all the poisons he had been afflicted with during the frenzied assault.

Zou Feng briefly sensed the situation within the Poison Domain and knew there was no need to land a finishing blow.

Thus, without the slightest hesitation, he strode off the Dao Discussion Platform.

Just as he stepped off the final stair, the pitch-black Poison Burial Illusory Prison that had obscured everyone’s view abruptly dissipated.

The crowd could finally see Yang Haoyu’s figure again.

Except now, Yang Haoyu was completely motionless, his expression vacant.

A moment later, blood began to stream from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. His life force was extinguished, and he fell, dead.