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This scene left the crowd around the platform in utter shock, "Isn\'t Lord Sikong here to help Jia? Why, why is he showing such respect to Xiao Yi instead?"

"What on earth is going on?"

Jia Sichun was thoroughly confused.

The moment they saw Sikong Nan, everyone, including Jia, thought he was there to help them.

But then...

It was as if Sikong Nan didn\'t even see him.

It felt like an invisible slap had fiercely struck his face, causing a burning sting on his cheek. Gnashing his teeth, he said, "Sikong Nan, do you not see that this young master is trapped here? Won\'t you lend a hand and rescue me?"

"Shut up!"

Xiao Yi kicked, shattering all of Jia Sichun\'s teeth, then turned to Sikong Nan, "Lord Sikong, what brings you to me?"

Sikong Nan\'s respectful stance didn\'t waver, "Mr. Xiao, Elder Wang wishes to see you!"

"Elder Wang?"

Xiao Yi was taken aback, not knowing who Elder Wang referred to, but his impression of Sikong Nan was not bad, so he replied, "Wait a moment. Once I have killed him, I will go with you!"

"This..."

Sikong Nan\'s expression slightly changed.

Because Elder Wang highly valued Xiao Yi, he pretended not to see Jia Sichun, but if Jia Sichun were to be slain by Xiao Yi right before his eyes, it would be difficult for him to escape blame when Jia\'s father sought accountability.

As Sikong Nan struggled with this dilemma, a hoarse voice came from the crowd, "Young friend, could you do an old man a favor and spare his life?"

"Hmm?"

Xiao Yi was stunned, and looked in the direction of the voice.

Sikong Nan was already standing aside with respect, "Elder Wang!"

"Hmm!"

Elder Wang smiled, his expression kind as he looked at Xiao Yi, "I am Wang Zhiyuan!"

"Wang Zhiyuan? Why does that name sound so familiar?"

"Wait, isn\'t the vice chancellor of the Royal Martial Arts Academy also named Wang Zhiyuan?"

"Hiss! No way? The vice chancellor of the Royal Martial Arts Academy? Why, why would he come here?"

Xiao Yi\'s gaze towards Elder Wang was filled with confusion.

If this man could serve as vice chancellor at the Royal Martial Arts Academy, he was definitely one of the top figures in the Tianqing Kingdom. Why would he come to this remote and desolate place?

Just as Xiao Yi was about to speak, Jia Sichun, as if grabbing onto a lifeline, screamed hysterically, "Elder Wang, save me... my father is Jia Jun, my brother is Jia Sidao, please save me..." His face turned red with excitement as he stared at Xiao Yi with hatred, "Hahaha, you\'re as good as dead, dog! Elder Wang is famously protective of his charges, and I am a genius disciple of the Royal Martial Arts Academy. He will definitely take a stand for me!"

In Jia Sichun\'s eyes, the arrival of Elder Wang was his ultimate reliance!

The thought of being trampled underfoot by Xiao Yi, an ant he had never taken seriously, subjected to immense humiliation, made Jia Sichun\'s heart brim with tremendous hatred.

His vindictive gaze carried the thrill of revenge.

Jia Sichun\'s eyes glared fiercely at Xiao Yi, brimming with arrogance as he declared, "You dog, if you want to save your wretched life, you can kneel before this young master. If you kneel, beg for mercy, and send Fang Qingzhu clean to my bed, I might consider sparing your miserable life!"

Elder Wang was present, always known to be protective.

In Jia Sichun\'s eyes, he was already out of harm\'s way, naturally emboldened.

Phew!

Xiao Yi let out a deep breath and, with a raised eyebrow, looked at Wang Zhiyuan who had appeared in front of him and smiled, "As the saying goes, heaven may allow one to commit certain faults, but one brings destruction upon oneself. I was willing to spare him for the sake of Vice Dean Wang\'s face, but he bore down on me aggressively, intent on laying hands on Qingzhu. Since he touched my reverse scale, nobody\'s face can save him now!"

His smile remained, but his expression became colder and colder.

In his eyes,

Cold lights flashed like knives, like swords, overwhelming.

Jia Sichun sneered repeatedly, arrogantly saying, "Xiao Yi, you doglike creature really dare to put on airs! Nobody\'s face can save me? Hmph, who do you think you are? Standing in front of you is the Vice Dean of the Royal Martial Arts Academy, and you dare to threaten me in his presence? You\'re simply courting death!"

Xiao Yi just looked at Wang Zhiyuan.

Waiting for his response.

"Alas..."

Wang Zhiyuan glanced at Jia Sichun, who was still shouting, and a trace of helplessness swept across his face as he shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "Every dragon has a reverse scale, and touching it means death. For a man, his wife and children are his reverse scale... Jia Sichun, you\'re determined to seek death, I truly cannot help you!"

Boom!

The radiant smile on Jia Sichun\'s face instantly collapsed.

He looked at Wang Zhiyuan with disbelief, his head buzzing as if his breath had ceased, "Wang, Vice Dean Wang, what, what did you say?"

Wang Zhiyuan sighed, "If you seek death on your own, you can\'t blame anyone else!"

Thump!

This sudden thunderbolt made Jia Sichun tremble as if struck by lightning, staring blankly at Wang Zhiyuan for a long while without saying a word. Suddenly, with a hoarse cry as if gasping for air after being suffocated, Jia Sichun began to breathe in great gulps, his face deathly pale, "Vice Dean Wang, I, I am a Profound Level student, my brother is an Earth Level student, my father is a second-ranked official of the current reign... How could you possibly not save me? You can\'t not save me, hurry and kill this damn dog to save me, save me..."

His voice grew louder, but it was also increasingly desperate.

In the hysterical roar,

Jia Sichun kept calling out his father\'s and brother\'s statuses, emphasizing the powerful background, that each alone belonged to the elite echelons of the Tianqing Kingdom.

But today...

The very things he once took pride in could not save him.

"How, how could this be? This is just the remote Nanhuang, as long as I mention my name, who dares to disrespect me? As long as I mention my father and brother\'s names, who dares not to treat me with the utmost respect? Why, why do you dare to kill me? Why..."

Suddenly, Jia Sichun knelt on the ground with a plop, wailing pitifully, begging in a lowly manner, "Xiao, please spare my life, I beg you not to kill me, I know I was wrong, I will never dare again... "

Thud, thud, thud!

Jia Sichun kept kowtowing toward Xiao Yi, his head striking the ground heavily, creating a dull sound.

Each impact made one\'s heart skip a beat.

All around the arena was silent.

Not long ago...

Jia Sichun was full of vigor, so dominant and aggressive.

As if aside from Elder Tian, he was to be honored as the elder brother!

And now?

He was doing the very thing those lowly ants in his eyes used to do, kneeling humbly on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy, lowly like a dog!

"If only you had known, why did you do it to begin with?"

Xiao Yi looked at Jia Sichun who was begging fearfully like a dog that had lost its home. As he lightly shook his head, his sword swept across. The sword sealed the throat, blood gushed like a fountain, and with a thud, the head rolled onto the ground. As the blood sprayed till the last drop, that was also exactly when Xiao Yi\'s treasured sword returned to its sheath.

The silver light disappearing into the scabbard was an image forever unforgettable to those who witnessed this scene...