Chapter Eighty-Seven: Golden Armor

  "Big brother, what should we do?" Zhao Yuantiger knew that this matter was not so simple and asked cautiously.

  "What should I do?"

  Zhao Yuanlong's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness: "Since the feud can't be resolved, then thoroughly destroy it. It's better to kill the enemy than to die yourself. Use every means possible, on the Qiankun platform, kill Yang Yi, thoroughly kill Yang Yi. Even if he's a genius, dying on the Qiankun platform is the worst that will happen, and at most, the Palace Master will be enraged and punish you, but don't be afraid, I'll be there to intervene for you, and you'll only receive a minor punishment at most. Hmph, not killing the tiger will only bring harm to oneself, do you understand?"

  Zhao Yuantu was shocked in his heart, he wanted to teach Yang Yi a lesson, but he didn't think of killing him on the Qiankun stage. After all, Yang Yi and Wu Tiange were completely different, and the death of any Tian Gong disciple would be earth-shaking, let alone Yang Yi who had caught the eye of the Palace Master. Zhao Yuantu was also a little afraid of his brother's ruthlessness.

  However, he replied: "Yes, brother, I will definitely kill Yang Yi on the Qiankun stage and never leave any future troubles."

  Zhao Yuanhu gritted his teeth, and now he finally knew that this vendetta was not so simple. Once Yang Yi made a move, things would become life or death.

  "Take the Swift Light Sword with you. Also, since Yang Yi dared to challenge you, he must have confidence in himself. Wear this Golden Armor as well, just in case."

  Zhao Yuanlong directly threw out a flying sword and a suit of golden shining soft armor.

  Zhao Yuantu was overjoyed. He had originally only wanted to obtain the Diguang Sword, but unexpectedly his big brother had also brought out the Golden Armor. With this, he now possessed a top-grade artifact, the Diguang Sword, which was sharp and unmatched, and when paired with the mid-grade artifact, the Golden Armor, which boasted powerful defense, he would be completely unbeatable. Dealing with Yang Yi, whose cultivation was not even as high as his own, seemed like overkill.

  However, Zhao Yuanlong furrowed his brow, he always felt that this matter was not so simple, Yang Yizhen's blood condensed five times, how could it be so reckless?

  "No, it's not that simple. Tomorrow, I'll accompany you to the Kunlun Platform. I'll be watching from below, and I'd like to see what kind of tricks Yang Yi has up his sleeve."

  Zhao Yuanlong also wants to go, which is what Zhao Yuannu has been asking for but cannot get.

  In the courtyard of Tian Gong Yang Yi, a guard suddenly came to report quietly: "Yang sir, as you expected, Zhao Yuanhu has indeed gone to the Yuan Lao Tuan to see Elder Zhao."

  Liu Qingyun's eyes flickered as he looked at Yang Yidao: "Brother Yang, you really are a master of foresight. This Zhao Yuantiger is indeed somewhat uneasy and has gone to find Zhao Yuanlong, who is a master of disguise with endless means. What can be done about this?"

  Liu Qingyun was really worried, a master of disguise with endless means, if he were to bestow some kind of magical artifact again, Yang Yi would be in even greater danger.

  Yang Yi smiled slightly, seemingly not taking it to heart, and said lightly: "This is also very simple. Yang Mou is confident that he still has some reputation in the Huálóng Palace, and I challenged Zhao Yuántóu with my Condensed Blood Fivefold cultivation. He must think I have some tricks up my sleeve to win against him. It's not unreasonable to have such thoughts, and he also has an older brother who is a master of transformation, so it's reasonable for him to go find Zhao Yuándragon. What I'm worried about now is not Zhao Yuántóu, but Zhao Yuándragon. What if he causes trouble on the Qiánkūn Platform..."

  Liu Qingyun frowned and said, "The Qiankun Platform is a place to resolve grievances and disputes between disciples. No one is allowed to intervene in the conflicts between disciples without permission, otherwise they will be severely punished. I don't think even Zhao Yuandragon would dare to do so."

  "Hmph, what's there to be afraid of? Even if he intervenes, so what? Can the law enforcement elder really punish him?" Yang sneered coldly. He was all too familiar with these things - the strong prey on the weak, that's all. Rules are only used to punish and intimidate the weak."

  "What's going on?" Liu Qingyun looked at Yang Yi and asked.

  Yang's mouth corner slightly revealed a faint smile: "Brother Liu, rest assured, Yang has his own way."

  After a moment, Yang Yi went directly to the Council of Elders and said to the guard, "I am Yang Yi. Please trouble yourself to inform Road Ming Elder."

  The guards did not dare to stop him, Yang Yi had already made a big name for himself, everyone knew that Yang Yi's future was not ordinary, so he quickly went to report.

  "Yang Yi? What's this about? Have him come up." Lu Ming was in the middle of his cultivation, but he hadn't expected Yang Yi to come looking for him.

  After a while, Yang Yi entered the house, and Lu Ming smiled slightly: "Yang Yi, what can I do for you?"

  Lu Ming opened the door and saw the mountain, Yang Yi also didn't stand on ceremony, slightly bowed and said: "Yang certain this time came to ask Lu elder to preside over justice, only need Lu elder tomorrow to Qiankun stage below, prevent unexpected things from happening that's all."

  Yang Yi immediately told Zhao Yuantao about his and Zhao Yuanhu's situation in simple terms.

  Lu Ming furrowed his brow and pondered for a moment, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. His eyes gazed at Yang Yi as he said with a hint of a smile: "Yang Yi, judging from your tone, it seems you don't take Zhao Yuantiger, that formidable master of the Eightfold Blood Condensation, seriously. And by calling me over, I suppose it's also to guard against Zhao Yuandragon, right? Alright, you're using me as a human shield."

  Yang Yidao said: "Although Zhao Yuantu is powerful, Yang Mou still has some means to deal with him. However, if Zhao Yuanlong intervenes, even if I have all the skills in the world, I will not be able to resist. Therefore, I can only ask Road Longlao to come out and help. If Road Longlao has difficulties, then please forgive Yang Mou's disturbance."

  Lu Ming Meng burst out laughing: "Haha, Yang Yi ah Yang Yi, now all the elders of Huálóng Palace know that you and I are close, even if I don't help you, those elders will still label you as 'someone related to Lu'. Never mind, isn't it just about stopping Zhao Yuanlong from destroying Qiánkūn Platform? I'd like to see what methods you have to deal with Zhao Yuántǔ, and yet you're so confident?"

  As soon as Yang Yi saw that Lu Ming had agreed, he bowed deeply and said: "Thank you, Elder Lu! I, Yang, will definitely remember this in my heart!"

  Yang Yi immediately retreated, knowing that Lu Ming's promise was not easily made. With Lu Ming's astuteness, he naturally knew that once he went to Qiankun Island, it would be a thorough vendetta with Zhao Yuanlong. However, Lu Ming still agreed, which shows that he truly wanted to protect Yang Yi, just as Lu Ming said, now the entire Huilong Palace knows that Yang Yi is Lu Ming's protégé, and has already been labeled as such, impossible to shake off.

  On the second day, the disciples of Huálóng Palace were all in a state of excitement and ran to the foot of Qiánkūn Platform to see what kind of skills Yáng Yī, who was now as radiant as the sun at noon, dared to use to challenge Zhāo Yuántǔ's Eightfold Blood Condensation.

  The entire Qiankun platform was surrounded by a sea of people, and even this life-and-death battle had attracted some powerful masters who had transformed into spirits. They could see the scene from afar through their divine thoughts within the treasure tower. As for Yang Yi, they were also curious about what kind of miraculous changes would occur after his nine drops of essence blood broke through. They wanted to know, after all, these things were not recorded in any ancient texts or classics.