The Legend of Futian Chapter 2968 - Spinoff (2)

The silent restaurant was filled with gazes fixed upon Ye Zhiyin. One look at her breathtaking beauty and regal aura made it clear to everyone that she was no ordinary woman.

Even so, how could she possibly compare to Gu Feiyang?

In the realm governed by the Palace of Gods, only a select few could stand on equal footing with him. Renowned for his monstrous talent, he was an undefeated figure ranked among the top three on the Proud Son List by the Tianji Palace. Furthermore, he carried the prestigious bloodline of an Ancient Emperor.

Ye Zhiyin, however, remained indifferent to his status, her brows merely twitching in annoyance. Gu Feiyang’s arrogance was stifling. He treated murder as a whim and even had the audacity to demand she serve him tea.

While Ye Zhiyin maintained her calm, her companions were reaching their breaking point. Gu Xijun’s face darkened with displeasure, and a sharp sword will began to radiate from Ye Zhifan.

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Who exactly was Ye Zhiyin?

As the daughter of the Heavenly Emperor and the Empress, she had been treated with absolute reverence since birth. No one had ever dared to show her such blatant disrespect, let alone subject her to such humiliation.

“Cripple your own Cultivation, and I might let you leave here with your life!” Yu Shou spoke with a grim expression. Though he remained in his seat, his suppressed rage was palpable. Had it not been for Ye Zhiyin’s dislike of unnecessary conflict, he would have already struck the man down.

A heavy silence suddenly smothered the restaurant. The patrons were stunned by Yu Shou’s words.

Was he actually ordering Gu Feiyang to destroy his own Cultivation?

In the ominous quiet, everyone froze. It felt as though the very air had been sucked out of the room.

The followers standing near Gu Feiyang stared at Yu Shou in sheer bewilderment. Who was this madman who didn't know the heights of the heavens? The man looked powerful, but was he completely devoid of common sense?

Boom! A sudden burst of sword will erupted. A cultivator clad in white sat there, surrounded by swirling blades that exerted a heavy pressure over the entire establishment. He looked toward the others and asked, “What is the penalty for someone who insults Young Master Gu?”

A middle-aged man with a scholarly appearance replied coldly, “Death!”

“Precisely!” The white-robed cultivator nodded. He shifted his piercing gaze to Ye Zhiyin and barked, “It is an honor for you to pour tea for Young Master Gu! Why haven't you moved to fulfill your duty?”

Yu Shou looked at Ye Zhiyin, his eyes burning with murderous intent. They had traveled through various universes and encountered many types of people, but such a collection of arrogant fools was a first for them.

Seeing that Ye Zhiyin and her group remained unmoved, the white-robed cultivator stood and began walking toward them.

Sword will swirled around him as a physical sword manifested above his head, sending a shiver through the onlookers. He leveled the blade at Ye Zhiyin and asked, “Young Master Gu, do you still have a use for her?”

“Do as you please,” Gu Feiyang replied without even looking up. Despite Ye Zhiyin’s rare beauty, he wasn't particularly moved. In his eyes, women were merely distractions to his Cultivation, and he held little interest in them.

“Understood,” the cultivator said, turning back to Ye Zhiyin. “If you drop to your knees and beg for mercy now, you might live to see tomorrow.”

“Zhifan!” Gu Xijun called out, looking at Ye Zhifan. He understood her silent command instantly. From a distance, a sword will surged, illuminating the sky. The cultivators inside the restaurant felt an overwhelming killing intent; some were even momentarily struck blind by the brilliance.

“What happened?”

Hearts raced as people tried to make sense of the situation. Though nothing seemed physically altered at first, blood suddenly began to trickle down the forehead of the arrogant white-robed cultivator. He collapsed face-first onto the floor, his eyes wide with shock. He had died without even realizing he had been struck.

Ye Zhifan, born to Ye Wuchen and Liu Chenyu, was the protégé of the Three Sword Gods. Under the tutelage of his father—the Desolation Sword God—the Lihen Sword God, and the God of Light, he mastered the Swordsmanship of Light. As Ye Futian’s godson, he shared a naming convention with Ye Zhiyin.

The restaurant remained frozen in shock. Stares of disbelief shifted from the corpse to Ye Zhiyin’s group. People gasped as they realized these newcomers were also formidable.

It was clear they weren't ordinary, yet why would they provoke Gu Feiyang? In a world governed by the Palace of Gods, who would dare oppose him?

Regardless of their power or status, many assumed they were merely walking toward their own graves.

Looking down at his fallen subordinate, Gu Feiyang set his cup aside. A terrifying aura exploded from him, saturating every corner of the restaurant. Sensing the impending disaster, nearly every patron scrambled to flee the building.

They knew a catastrophic clash was about to begin.

A violent wind whipped through the room as Gu Feiyang stood up. The atmosphere turned heavy as he glared at Ye Zhiyin’s party. From the outside, cultivators watched in awe as Gu Feiyang prepared to use his skills. Who was bold enough to challenge him?

It was a rare chance to witness the true power of a genius on the Proud Son List.

Bang! Cracks spiderwebbed across the floor with Gu Feiyang’s first step. As his aura expanded, the phantom of an Ancient God materialized behind him. He pointed a finger toward Ye Zhiyin’s group, and it felt as if the heavens were collapsing. Beams of Destruction Light rained down with the intent to wipe them from existence.

The power of that finger strike felt like the wrath of a Heavenly Immortal, descending like a Divine Tribulation.

Many onlookers watched with pity. Although Ye Zhifan’s sword was ready, Yu Shou stepped in front of him. Suddenly, a disastrous maroon blade light ignited the air and surged forward.

A visible line seemed to cleave the sky. The catastrophic energy shattered the tribulation force, and the maroon blade light sliced through the Heavenly Immortal’s finger before obliterating the Ancient God phantom.

Bam! Following a thunderous explosion and a flash of light, Ye Zhiyin and her companions remained unharmed. Instead, it was Gu Feiyang who was blasted out of the restaurant. His finger trembled violently, stained with dripping blood.

“What in the...” The spectators' hearts skipped a beat. They couldn't fathom who this man was.

To think that Gu Feiyang, a titan of the Proud Son List, had been repelled with a single strike.

“You truly have a death wish!” Yu Shou growled, his eyes cold. Anyone who dared to insult Ye Zhiyin crossed a line he would not tolerate.

His name, Yu Shou, carried the meaning of "protection."

As he stepped forward, a catastrophic maroon light dyed the sky, suppressing the surrounding cultivators with an overwhelming Heavenly Might. At that moment, everyone realized Yu Shou was a peerless powerhouse.

A maroon demonic blade descended from the heavens into Yu Shou’s hand. He swung it, unleashing a slash even more devastating than the first.

As the blade light filled the horizon, Gu Feiyang roared, manifesting the Ancient God phantom once more to throw a massive, domineering palm strike against the incoming blade. Deafening metallic clangs rang out as the palm was cleaved in two. The maroon slash continued its path, striking the body of the Ancient God.

Despite his desperate efforts, the proud genius of the Proud Son List could not halt Yu Shou’s attack.

“Such insolence!”

A thunderous voice echoed from the heavens as a Divine Light struck Yu Shou’s blade, shattering the energy and forcing him back with a muffled groan.

The crowd felt their hearts pound against their ribs as the true Might of a Heavenly Immortal filled the area.

Looking up, they saw the soaring silhouette of a Heavenly Immortal.

“Feiyang, are you hurt?” the immortal asked, looking down at Gu Feiyang.

“I am fine,” Gu Feiyang replied, his face pale with the sting of defeat.

This newcomer was a Heavenly Immortal from the Palace of Gods, a powerful subordinate serving under the Ancient Emperor.

“Good.” The Heavenly Immortal nodded before casting a condescending look at Yu Shou and the others. His eyes turned a brilliant gold, firing beams of Divine Light as he shouted, “How dare you act like savages here! You shall all perish!”

The crowd’s eyes turned back to Yu Shou. He was incredibly strong, but his luck had run out. Against a Heavenly Immortal, there was no hope for survival.

“Which lowly maggot dares to disrespect my Young Miss and act so crudely?” another voice boomed from the clouds. The sky split open as a radiant Divine Light poured down, and a Heavenly Immortal wearing a garment of golden feathers descended from the firmament.