Banished Disciple's Counterattack

The next day, bustling crowds filled the Hengyue Sect.

Today was the day before the competition of the outer school.

Some disciples flocked to sign up for the competition. The inferior would not participate since they did not want to make a fool of themselves.

Crowds gathered here upon Ye Chen's arrival and dazzled his eyes.

"Here's the Qiankun Pavilion?" He stroked his chin and looked up.

At the top of the majestic pavilion floated a glaring giant stamp.

"So gorgeous." He sighed and strode inside.

A battle platform of a hundred square zhangs stood there, with its surrounding space of thousand square zhangs. The competition had been and would be held here.

"God bless, I don't want to encounter striking opponents."

"I don't want to stay in the outer school for another three years."

"Good luck to me!"

On his way, the disciples prayed as if insane.

Eh?

Ye Chen's appearance arrested their attention.

How unbelievable it was that the past intern disciple refused by the three main peaks was renowned within the sect.

"I don't want to encounter him in the competition."

"I don't want to meet him either."

"He's a demon. Anyone having him as the counterpart will be unlucky."

Ignoring those discussions, he paced towards the hall of the Qiankun Pavilion.

Zhao Long, an old rival, stood in his way.

"Ye Chen." Zhao Long gnashed his teeth when seeing him.

Ye Chen neglected Zhao Long directly. He defeated Zhao Long when he was a cultivator at the first level of the Qi condensation stage. Now, Zhao Long was nothing to him--a disciple at the ninth level of the Qi condensation stage.

Crack! Crack! Zhao Long gritted teeth for Ye Chen's disdain, but he could do nothing. Because Ye Chen, who defeated over half of the lineal disciples from the three peaks, outperformed him.

Other disciples coming to sign up made a way for Ye Chen silently.

He walked towards a sect elder named Li Daotong in white robe.

"Sect elder, I sign up." Ye Chen presented his identity card.

"You're Ye Chen?" Li Daotong glanced at the identity card and looked him up and down, "A genius!"

"Thank you for your praise."

"Good luck to you." Li Daotong smiled nicely and carved 'Ye Chen' on a jade slip.

Ye Chen twisted around to leave but met many old opponents.

Led by Jiang Hao, the disciples of the Renyang Peak arrived. The other side came the disciples from the Diyang Peak, led by Zishan.

All of them were furious when seeing Ye Chen.

The disciples from the Renyang and Diyang Peaks looked sulky for their disgrace caused by Ye Chen.

"Brat, you'd better pray not meet me in the competition. Otherwise, you'll end up with a tragic death." Jiang Hao and Zishan scoffed.

"You threaten me?" Ye Chen flicked a sharp look at them.

As the energy rolled out from the three bodies and grew stronger, they seemed to fight immediately.

"How bustling today!" Yin Zhiping mocked, walked inside, and cast an icy look at Ye chen, waving his folding fan.

Ye Chen glanced at him, and tried his best to squash his killing intent.

The scene that Yin Zhingping hurt Zhang Fengnian in the Regulation Hall was engraved in his mind. He swore one day he must end the bastard's life.