C13 This Was the Tempo of Offending All the Women in the Sect!

"Hiss!"

Everyone gasped in shock. They never expected Feng Yi to be so audacious in addressing Senior Sister Jingyi.

Moreover, his words were brimming with disrespect for women, prompting all the female disciples present to glare daggers at Feng Yi.

For a moment, Feng Yi felt as though he was being slashed by countless icy blades, giving him the sensation of being plunged into a frigid abyss.

Jingyi's admirers glared at him with frosty brows, hurling curses his way.

"Feng Yi, you're asking for trouble, daring to speak to Junior Sister Jingyi like that?"

"That's right, believe me, I'll go up there and thrash you!"

"Humph!"

Just then, a cold snort emanated from Elder Xu.

"Those who harm their fellow sect members will have their cultivation crippled and be expelled from the sect."

Elder Xu's icy gaze swept across the crowd, causing the shouting disciples to recoil and step back.

Realizing his words had stirred such a strong response, Feng Yi immediately felt remorseful.

"Senior Sister Jingyi, I mean no disrespect; I simply do not wish to engage in combat with women."

Feng Yi might have been better off keeping quiet, but as soon as he spoke, Jingyi's face frosted over.

"So, the gentleman refuses to fight women. If you won't face me, then concede defeat."

Jingyi's voice was icy as she addressed Feng Yi, her tone laced with clear dissatisfaction.

"This..."

Feng Yi's face turned a shade of embarrassment, and he unwittingly muttered, "The ancients were right; women and petty men are indeed the hardest to deal with!"

"What did you say?"

Jingyi's voice rang out sharply, her face seething with anger. In a flash, she brandished her Flying Sword.

It wasn't just Jingyi; all the female disciples looked on with frosty expressions, their gazes cutting into Feng Yi. If looks could kill, Feng Yi would have perished a thousand times over.

The two Chief Masters on the platform, Lu Xia Zi and Lu Xia Zi, also looked on with displeasure.

"Bad Boy, have you lost your mind? You clearly lack any sense of tact.

Have you managed to offend every woman in the Profound Heaven Sect?"

Moreover, do you really think that whispering under your breath means you won't be overheard?

It doesn't matter how close they are; even from dozens of miles away, nothing escapes the notice of those five keen observers on the high platform.

They could probably detect even the slightest breeze or the faintest rustle of grass."

The voice of Nine-spirit Taoist once again reached Feng Yi's ears, causing him to pause in realization of the grave error he had made.

With a wry smile on his face, Feng Yi scanned the crowd as if searching for something.

Perhaps by some twist of fate, at that moment, Feng Yi's eyes locked with Ye Qingcheng's.

Their gazes met, and Feng Yi's eyes conveyed a hint of regret.

Ye Qingcheng, however, looked back with eyes brimming with encouragement, giving Feng Yi a jolt of confidence.

"Senior Sister Jingyi, I apologize. I take back my earlier words. In the world of cultivation, there is no distinction between men and women, only levels of cultivation. Senior Sister, I'm about to make my move."

Feng Yi shed his previous air of defeat, his gaze now fierce and determined. His Battle Will surged wildly as he assumed a battle stance, ready to unleash his Thunderstorm Palm.

"Thunderstorm!"

With a roar from Feng Yi, a booming thunderclap burst forth from his hands, and in a flash, he struck towards Jingyi.

A torrent of wild Spiritual Force instantly surrounded Jingyi, and within that tempest, two palms emerged, aiming for Jingyi's shoulders.

Jingyi, who had been seething with anger, felt her rage subside slightly upon hearing Feng Yi's words. Now that Feng Yi was attacking with full force, she braced herself for the challenge.

After all, both Feng Hua and Lau Changkong had been bested by Feng Yi.

Chi!

A piercing sound of cleaving air reached Feng Yi's ears. The Flying Sword that Jingyi had summoned moments before tore through the void, slashing at Feng Yi's Thunderstorm Palm.

Sizzle!

The sound was akin to flesh being cut. The Thunderstorm Palm that Feng Yi had launched was instantly bisected by the Flying Sword, splitting and veering off to either side.

It all happened in the blink of an eye!

As Jingyi sliced through Feng Yi's Thunderstorm Palm, Feng Yi vanished from sight.

Shocked, Jingyi remembered how Feng Hua and Lau Changkong had been defeated. Without hesitation, she propelled herself skyward.

Whoosh!

Pah!

The sound of air being cleaved echoed as a tremendous force struck the arena.

As Jingyi ascended, Feng Yi reappeared, his palm strike having just impacted the arena floor.

"Not good!"

Feng Yi exclaimed softly and darted away.

Swoosh!

A piercing force narrowly missed Feng Yi and struck the arena.

"That was close!"

Feng Yi murmured, inspecting his gray attire, now sporting a slash at the shoulder.

"Such incredible speed. Junior Brother Feng Yi, what movement technique is that?"

Jingyi asked, her face etched with curiosity.

"It's a family technique, the Wind and Cloud Steps!"

Feng Yi openly shared, attributing his swift speed to the Wind and Cloud Steps taught to him by the Nine-spirit Taoist.

"Alas, I've only mastered the Initial Stage of the Wind and Cloud Steps. Had I reached the Great Stage, you would have been defeated by now, Senior Sister."

Feng Yi meant no disrespect to Jingyi. His words were factual, yet they carried an undertone that was somewhat unsettling.

"Ah!"

Nine-spirit Taoist sighed, his voice conveying a sense of disappointment to Feng Yi.

Realizing his words had once again offended Jingyi, Feng Yi braced himself.

True to his expectations, Jingyi's expression chilled. She swiftly conjured a magic spell, and the Flying Sword above her head multiplied into dozens. Guided by Jingyi's spell, they surged towards Feng Yi.

"Try dodging this!"

Jingyi declared as the swarm of Flying Swords closed off every possible escape for Feng Yi. He would be defeated unless he could endure the onslaught.

But just when Jingyi was certain of her victory, her vision blurred, and Feng Yi's figure was nowhere to be found.

In an instant, a surge of palm energy hurtled toward Jingyi's shoulder. Startled, she tapped the ground with her toes and ascended once more into the air.

She had thought she could evade Feng Yi's strike.

Yet, the palm energy unexpectedly swerved, targeting her feet.

"Not good!"

Jingyi exclaimed, as the force struck the soles of her feet, throwing her off balance and sending her tumbling toward the arena's corner.

"Senior Sister!"

Feng Yi shouted, rushing to her aid and catching Jingyi by the waist to steady her.

But in that moment, Jingyi lifted her hand and delivered a palm strike to Feng Yi's shoulder.

Puff!

A spurt of crimson blood erupted from Feng Yi's mouth, staining the air before him.

Scrambling backward, Feng Yi retreated a dozen steps before regaining his composure, his face ghostly white as he looked at Jingyi, confusion written all over his face.

"I..."

Jingyi, realizing she had unintentionally hurt Feng Yi, started to apologize. However, recalling Feng Yi's earlier disrespect, she swallowed her words.

"I lost!"

With those words, Jingyi leaped off the stage, calling back her Flying Sword and joining the disciple from Sunset Peak.

Feng Yi inhaled deeply, calming the tumultuous energy within his chest. He stood tall, hands clasped behind him, exuding an overwhelming presence that seemed to command the heavens.

Scanning the onlookers below, Feng Yi called out with quiet authority, "I wonder, which senior brother or senior sister will step forward to enlighten me next?"