Overriding the Heaven

"Why does it seem like there are more people than last time?" Chu Yan blinked his eyes, feeling suspicious.    

In the next moment, he looked around, searching for Lin Miaoran.    

Previously, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to see her in time, so he agreed to meet her at a corner of the square.    

Looking over, Chu Yan did not see Lin Miaoran.    

At this moment, Fu Rui's voice came from behind him, "Idiot Chu Yan, we are here."    

Turning around, Chu Yan saw Lin Miaoran using one hand to cover Fu Rui's mouth while smiling apologetically at him.    

Lin Miaoran had changed into a new set of clothes today. She was wearing a pink and white cheongsam, a chiffon blouse, her perfectly round shoulders and slender arms were faintly discernible, and her hair had been meticulously combed. Even though she was only standing at her original spot, she had already become the center of the crowd.    

Many of the surrounding male disciples all looked at him.    

"When did you arrive?" Chu Yan walked over and smiled as he pulled Lin Miaoran's hand.    

In an instant, half of the gazes that were originally focused on Lin Miaoran turned into looks of hatred, and turned towards Chu Yan.    

However, Chu Yan seemed to not see it at all, he pulled Lin Miaoran through the crowd and sat down in a corner.    

Miss said that we are not familiar with the Shattered Star Pavilion, just in case we would not be able to find the place you mentioned, so we were a little earlier than you, you are the one who was late. Now that he had broken free from Lin Miaoran, Fu Rui said that proudly.    

"It wasn't long, but I didn't expect that there would be so many disciples participating in the ranking competition. It was a little out of my expectations." Lin Miaoran changed the topic.    

"I think so too." Chu Yan shook his head, "Last time, there weren't that many people. Could it be that it's a new year, with many new disciples entering?"    

"Hehe, Chu Yan, you don't know, it's all because of you."    

Suddenly, a sinister voice sounded from the side.    

Chu Yan turned his head around and immediately saw a guy with half his face covered in bandages, whose one and only eye were exposed, looking at him coldly.    

Although this fellow only had one eye exposed to the outside, inside that eye, a deep hatred could be seen. It was as if it wanted to tear Chu Yan apart alive.    

Not only was his face bandaged, even his hands, which had stretched out their sleeves, were bandaged as well.    

From this, it could be imagined what kind of scene lay beneath his long robe.    

Such a terrifying appearance was enough to cause anyone who saw him to have nightmares at night.    

Fu Rui's face paled as she moved closer to Lin Miaoran.    

"Oh, it's Pan Xu." At this time, Chu Yan shot a glance at the other party, and said indifferently, "The injuries healed so quickly, it was truly out of my expectations."    

When he saw the other party, Chu Yan was also slightly shocked in his heart.    

The last time he violently beat up Pan Xu was about two months ago.    

Although Pan Xu was a cultivator whose physique far exceeded that of an ordinary person, he had attacked in anger at that time without showing any mercy. Other than not killing the opponent, the opponent should be no different from a cripple.    

If he was allowed to recover naturally, he would probably need at least a year or two before he could recover.    

However, it had only been two months. Judging from the other party's condition, aside from his appearance which hadn't completely recovered yet, he could move about as well as fight between cultivators without any problems.    

There was only one possibility for this situation to happen, and that was what miracle medicine or treasure did Pan Xu use.    

It was needless to say that the person who was able to provide him with such resources must be the person who ordered him to use the Tremor Bomb.    

Hearing that the other party was Pan Xu, Lin Miaoran's face immediately darkened.    

Because before this, she had heard from Chu Yan that outside the Long Door Close, this fellow was the one who had plotted against Chu Yan.    

If not for Chu Yan's good luck, he might already be dead.    

Facing such a fellow, how could she possibly have a good expression?    

At this moment, Lin Miaoran secretly thought to herself that if there was a chance in the future, she must definitely teach this guy a ruthless lesson.    

At this moment, after being agitated by Chu Yan's words, new hatred and anger surged within his heart. Gritting his teeth, he stared at Chu Yan and said: "Chu Yan, don't be so complacent. Didn't you find it strange that there are so many people in Spirit Apostle Ranking Competition this time?    

Pausing, Pan Xu continued, "It's all because of you. Last time Spirit Apostle Ranking Competition, as a disciple who had just recently entered the sect, for your first time participating in the Ranking Tournament, you entered into the top ten, causing many other disciples who didn't know about you to think that Spirit Apostle Ranking Competition was simple, so right now, they are all bearing the goal of becoming famous and participating in this tournament.    

How naive. Reality would let them know what it meant to have a higher heart than the heavens and a thinner life than paper.    

"However …"    

As he said till here, Pan Xu's tone suddenly changed, his eyes surging with a fierce light, looking at Chu Yan like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.    

"Even if there are more people, there are more benefits. This way, in front of even more people, I can ruthlessly beat you to the ground and return what you gave me last time, tenfold or even a hundredfold!"    

When he said the last few words, Pan Xu's voice was like an evil spirit crying at night, with blood gushing out of its mouth, making people's hair stand on end.    

Chu Yan's gaze swept across them, then turned to the stage in the distance and said indifferently: "I still have more than 1900 Sect Contribution Point."    

"What do you mean!" Pan Xu frowned.    

"I'll hit you once. If we fight with each other and heavily injure the same sect, the total number of Sect Contribution Point will only be deducted twenty." Chu Yan slowly turned around and said with a smile that was not really a smile, "Which is to say, I can still beat you up a hundred times like last time."    

"You!" Pan Xu couldn't help but shiver and take a step back.    

Although he had a fierce mouth and his heart was filled with hatred towards Chu Yan, every time he thought of the scene that night, Pan Xu's heart would involuntarily tremble.    

That night's tragedy had already become a nightmare that he could not let go of in his heart, as if there were signs that it would turn into an inner demon.    

It was also because of this that Pan Xu was anxious to find Chu Yan to take revenge and break this mental demon.    

Originally, he thought that his appearance and his malicious words would be enough to make Chu Yan feel pressured.    

Yet, with just a few casual words from the other party, he had beaten him back. Furthermore, the threat he had made him voice out loud was as laughable as a joke.    

In that moment, Pan Xu was so angry that his eyes turned red, and his clenched fists trembled slightly.    

"Junior brother Pan, instead of doing meaningless things here, why don't you prepare yourself? After all, doing one thing is much more realistic than saying thousands of words." At this time, a figure walked over from behind Pan Xu.    

The person patted Pan Xu's shoulders, and his gaze landed on Chu Yan. He laughed coldly: "Junior Brother Chu, long time no see, do you still remember me?"