Chapter 1010: Chapter 245: Yan Beihan Robs Fang Che [Ten Thousand Words] (Part 2)

He said: "I’m sorry!"

"I offer sincerity to everyone. Once we leave, we can talk about matters post-departure. Today, all humiliation will be borne by me, Yin Yunxiao. It has nothing to do with anyone else!"

He retreated two steps, facing everyone’s cold stares.

Suddenly, he knelt down with a thud and knocked his head on the ground three times.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Yin Yunxiao shouted: "A wager is a wager; in this Yin Yang Realm trial, I, Yin Yunxiao, leading the Underworld disciples, have been defeated! It’s my fault; I am useless!"

"I admit defeat! I admit loss! I admit humiliation!"

Twenty-five Underworld disciples cried out with torn voices: "Senior brother!!!"

Tears fell rolling down.

"Don’t come over!"

Yin Yunxiao slowly stood up, coldly facing forward: "If anyone has any requests, feel free to say them. I, Yin Yunxiao, will definitely comply!"

Everyone was silent.

Obviously, they’d all been stunned by Yin Yunxiao.

This arrogant, brazen, self-serving person, remarkably managed to do this!

"Since none of you have any instructions, I’ll take my junior brothers and wait beside the Yin Yang Gate!"

Yin Yunxiao lifted the corpse of a junior brother, turned and strode away.

But after walking five steps, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

A voice said: "Breaking the rules with just a few bows to get off? Tsk, what a bargain."

It was Dongyun Yu.

The Underworld disciples turned and glared furiously, one of them shouted: "Killing stops at the head drop; what more do you want!?"

Yin Yunxiao, however, did not turn back, his body paused for a moment, and said deeply: "Let’s go!"

He made a swift decision, immediately conceding, admitting defeat, and withdrawing, casting himself into the abyss, but leveraging that abyss to retreat over a thousand miles.

Feng Yun’s icy gaze watched Yin Yunxiao’s back, his eyes filled with coldness.

He hadn’t thought Yin Yunxiao would truly endure it. However, his fundamental aim had already been achieved.

After today, the grudges between the Underworld and various mountain sects, even if recognized as misunderstandings, have reached an irreconcilable point.

So after a glance, he turned away. Now, the Underworld has practically withdrawn from the Mountain Sect alliance, and this suffices for the time being.

The other guy has already bowed his head. If I push further, it would be disgraceful to myself. Yet, Yin Yunxiao’s endurance only increased Feng Yun’s resolve to find an opportunity to eliminate him.

Because a person like him, after this, will be unyielding. If someday, the Underworld is destroyed, and Yin Yunxiao survives, he will be a huge threat and might even make a comeback!

But today’s matter with the Underworld has obviously come to an end; even pursuit is no longer feasible.

Thus, he starts considering Fang Che: That guy, he has the True Soul Yin Yang Root.

That’s good stuff, especially beneficial for high-level Divine Souls. The higher the cultivation, the better the benefit for the Divine Soul.

Old peak warriors who’ve fought for years, which of them hasn’t suffered trauma? Basically, they’re all scarred.

With this thing, a lot can certainly be restored.

But with Fang Che, how do I get it?

The others watched as the Underworld group walked far away and sat down beside a mound, and they all fell silent, their emotions complex.

Especially the female disciples from major mountain sects, each of them was dumbfounded.

Nobody expected that the always arrogant and lawless, self-serving Yin Yunxiao could endure like this! This contrast made everyone feel somewhat torn.

Even such humiliation could be tolerated.

Lan Xinxue was silent for a moment, then said, "Let’s also find a place to sit and wait." She turned and left, followed by the Netherworld Palace crowd.

Afterward, the Heavenly Palace, Qingming Palace, and others quietly led their people to find places to sit down.

Everyone silently stared at the Heavenly and Earthly Yin Yang Gate, not knowing what they were thinking. Their emotions were only complicated.

The scheming and patience exhibited among peers made these geniuses feel heavy-hearted.

Many silently replayed the events they had witnessed in their minds.

The more they thought, the more chilling they felt inside, cold sweat drenching them.

In an instant, only four remained in the center.

Fang Che, Dongyun Yu, Yan Beihan, and Feng Yun.

Wei Wo Zheng Sect and the Guardians stood opposing each other, subtly forming a competitive stance.

Watching Yin Yunxiao sit in the distance with his back to them, Feng Yun’s eyes flickered, and Yan Beihan frowned.

Fang Che, seeming contemplative, murmured quietly to himself: "What a terrifying Yin Yunxiao, those last three bows, he didn’t have to make them."

Feng Yun’s gaze suddenly became solemn, looking at Fang Che for a while, then slowly nodding.

Turning to look at Yin Yunxiao and the Underworld disciples, a glimpse of sinister killing intent flashed.

Fang Che’s words reminded him.

Indeed, those three bows weren’t necessary. Yin Yunxiao clearly endured, which was already enough. But he bowed nonetheless.

With twenty-five Underworld geniuses behind him, already furious to the point of fighting without regard for life, he bowed.

Three bows.

Increasing the humiliation.

Bearing all the shame alone, yet at the same time washing away the shame among his fellow disciples.

This kind of responsibility, not everyone has.

Three bows brought twenty-five loyal direct descendants, consolidated the Underworld into an ironclad unit.

From this day forth, these twenty-five would heed Yin Yunxiao’s words. And they are the most promising, most talented newcomers of the Underworld!

The future authority of the Underworld will be in their hands!

When they come to power, as long as Yin Yunxiao exists, there won’t even be factions within the Sect; the only existence will be Yin Yunxiao’s sole rule, his dominion over the group’s affairs!