As his voice fell, the entire scene suddenly quieted.
Yun Yaman’s body trembled slightly, her face drastically changed, and her heart instantly chilled by half.
Only now did she realize that in front of this Your Highness, Divine Son, all her past pride was as insignificant as dust, and his thoughts were even harder to fathom, possessing an imposing Aura without needing to show anger.
Just the two peerless beauties by his side completely overshadowed her.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but mock herself.
“Yes, Your Highness, Divine Son.”
Yun Yaman could only agree, slowly stepping onto the arena, her gaze fixed on Ye Bufan, who was still kneeling on the stage.
Yun He Tai dared not obstruct her.
Instead, he stood quietly to the side, looking submissive.
At that moment, Jiang Yi also released his pressure on Ye Bufan.
Li Kaobei, meanwhile, secretly transmitted a message to Ye Bufan, advising him: “Fan’er, this situation is no small matter; surrendering early and preserving your life is the priority, otherwise, my Kaoshan Sect won’t be able to protect you!”
Ye Bufan’s eyes were bloodshot, his mind already in chaos, with a towering rage nowhere to be released.
The Divine Son of the Jiang Clan just said that if Yun Yaman lost to him, she would have to pay with her life?
Was this specifically said for him to hear?
If he didn’t win, wouldn’t he become the laughingstock of everyone again?
But if he won... Yun Yaman would die?
That was the woman he thought about day and night!
What a vicious plot!
He was caught in a dilemma!
He looked at Jiang Ye, who was on the main seat above, with eyes full of resentment.
Watching his high and mighty posture, and Qing Xiao and Hong Yan beside him, affectionately massaging and brewing tea for him, a strong feeling of jealousy surged in his heart, difficult to express.
He still wanted to utter harsh words, but then he looked at Jiang Yi floating in mid-air.
He could only swallow his anger, his heart full of resentment with nowhere to vent.
Ye Bufan was not foolish.
Since even his Master was so wary, he also knew that if he continued to speak harshly, his life might be in danger.
Ye Bufan looked at Yun Yaman across the stage, with a hint of infatuation in his gaze, and said: “Yaman, I, Ye Bufan, today...”
However, before he could finish speaking, Yun Yaman’s cold laugh had already sounded, and she suddenly drew her long sword, her figure like the wind, rapidly charging towards him.
There was no trace of warmth on her face, her gaze was as cold as frost.
“No need to say more!”
“You pathetic bootlicker dared to offend Your Highness, Divine Son, so brazenly; today I shall surely cut you down!”
“Compared to Your Highness, Divine Son, you are not even an ant, at most a toad, and you dare to speak of marriage with this Young Miss? Three years ago, I was merely too lazy to bother with you, and you actually took yourself seriously?”
One taunt after another pierced Ye Bufan’s heart, while waves of Sword Qi roared towards him.
Every word made his heart tremble violently, as if it were being torn apart; he had not expected that Yun Yaman, whom he had always cherished, would utter such heartless words?
Yun Yaman was very clever.
She knew now was the time to make her stance clear.
She also regretted it immensely.
If she had met Your Highness, Divine Son, earlier, how could she have done such a foolish thing?
Such a perfect man, she would even be willing to throw herself at him!
“You... you, you, you!”
Ye Bufan dodged the Sword Qi, his face full of disbelief, his eyes completely bloodshot.
Even if he was dull, he realized it.
Yun Yaman had never cared about him.
He was furious beyond words.
He couldn't articulate the towering resentment he felt at this moment, like a volcano about to erupt.
He had just been thinking about how to help Yun Yaman resolve the crisis!
He truly was a fool!
He no longer held back.
Ye Bufan unleashed his Bloodfiend Divine Body, charging forward with a blood-red Aura.
As for his Master’s advice?
It was all thrown to the back of his mind.
At this moment, he only wanted to win!
“Damn it! Damn it!”
“Today should have been my moment of triumph, how can I suffer such humiliation again?”
The two Auras collided fiercely in the arena, stirring up a huge ripple.
Yun Yaman’s Sword Qi and Ye Bufan’s Bloodfiend Qi intertwined, constantly clashing, like an approaching storm, and the entire arena shook violently.
【Ding! The Protagonist of Destiny, Ye Bufan, has had his attempts at showing off interrupted multiple times, feeling extremely stifled, his Luck value decreases by 20 points!】
【Congratulations to the host for gaining +20 Villain Points!】
【Ding! The Protagonist of Destiny, Ye Bufan, and the Protagonist of Destiny’s female lead, Yun Yaman, have broken up, their Luck value decreases by 100 points!】
【Congratulations to the host for gaining +100 Villain Points!】
“Quadruple double, exhilarating!”
Jiang Ye on the main seat above wore a faint smile.
The male and female leads, one a bootlicker, the other a green tea, backstabbing each other, was somewhat amusing.
Boom!
In the arena, both sides were in the thick of fierce battle.
Ye Bufan grew stronger as he fought, and with his cultivation at the first level of the Purple Mansion Realm, he was actually able to contend equally with Yun Yaman, who was at the eighth level of the Purple Mansion Realm, even subtly gaining the upper hand.
“Yun Yaman, you slut!”
“All these years, have I ever treated you unfairly? Why do you humiliate me like this?”
“Now, to please that Divine Son of the Jiang Clan, you are willing to become his maid? And even want to kill me for it?”
“Do you have any regard for me?”
A hint of astonishment flashed in Yun Yaman’s eyes.
She hadn’t expected Ye Bufan’s strength to have improved to such an extent in such a short time.
“Ridiculous, Ye Bufan, you are but an ant, how can you be compared to Your Highness, Divine Son?”
“Even if it’s as a maid, I am willing!”
Yun Yaman was also a ruthless person; to rise in status, she continuously used harsh words to provoke Ye Bufan’s mind, and whenever there was an opening, she unhesitatingly tried to kill him.
“Ah! Ahhh~”
Ye Bufan fell into powerless rage, roaring as he forcefully counterattacked, his Bloodfiend Divine Body pushed to its limit, Killing Intent surging!
Li Kaobei below the stage watched the fierce battle, his face ashen, his heart full of disappointment and sighs.
Impatience spoils great plans.
Youthful impetuosity is understandable, but excessive arrogance ultimately leads to disaster.
He looked up at Jiang Ye on the main seat, who was leaning lazily on his chair, chatting and laughing with the two beauties, his expression relaxed, showing no emotional fluctuations.
But Li Kaobei knew that if Jiang Ye didn’t speak today, probably no one would be able to leave.
At that moment, the great battle concluded.
On the stage, Ye Bufan was covered in sword wounds, bleeding profusely, but Yun Yaman had been blasted off the arena, unconscious.
Through this battle, he actually took advantage of the situation to Breakthrough to the second level of the Purple Mansion Realm.
As expected of the Protagonist of Destiny.
After this battle, Ye Bufan seemed to feel confident again.
His gaze sharpened, and he slowly took a step forward, saying with full conviction: “Today I win, but I no longer require Holy Master Yun to fulfill the wager.”
Then, Ye Bufan looked up at Jiang Ye.
“Divine Son of the Jiang Clan, do you dare to suppress your Realm to mine and fight me?”
“If I win, you let Yun Yaman go; if I lose, you can do as you please! How about it?”
Ye Bufan was utterly disappointed in Yun Yaman.
But after all, they were childhood sweethearts, and their feelings could not be severed in a day.
Most importantly.
He had long been displeased with that Divine Son of the Jiang Clan!
Why!
His dream goddess was shamelessly begging to be his maid?
Why?
He received widespread admiration and support as soon as he arrived?
The crowd below immediately burst into an uproar, with discussions breaking out.
No one had expected Ye Bufan to be so bold as to challenge the Divine Son of the Jiang Clan?
Yun He Tai was also surprised, but remembering the wager Jiang Ye had just mentioned, his mind immediately turned, and he shouted:
“Ye Bufan, what kind of nobody are you? Do you even qualify to fight Your Highness, Divine Son? I think you’re tired of living!”
“Your Highness, Divine Son, I will now apprehend this scoundrel...”
“No need to say more!”
Jiang Ye coldly interrupted, a playful look on his face, his eyes full of amusement.
Indeed, a bootlicker is a bootlicker.
“Even at this point, he still wants to protect Yun Yaman; this green tea’s tactics are superb, it seems she gave him quite a few love potions when they were young...”
Thinking this, he simultaneously secretly transmitted a message to Jiang Yi.
Seeing Jiang Ye ignore him, Ye Bufan’s face was filled with resentment, and he shouted again: “What, is the high and mighty Divine Son of the Jiang Clan afraid to fight me...”
Slap!
Jiang Yi in mid-air snorted coldly, using his own methods, and the Void Realm seemed to tear open; a palm print fiercely slapped Ye Bufan’s left cheek, perfectly symmetrical with the red palm print on his right cheek.
Ye Bufan was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.
“You ignorant brat, this old man has tolerated you for too long!”
The next moment, Jiang Yi violently waved his hand again.
Instantly, a powerful Aura swept out, instantly enveloping the heavily injured Yun Yaman below the stage, and with a bang, she turned into a mist of blood!