Chapter 477: Dragon List
The rest of the conversation was partly about Mo Wentian, and partly about the "Dragon List."
Ye Wushuang was quite curious about the "Dragon List" everyone was discussing. ’Someone as strong as Mo Wentian, a certified Celestial Pride, is only ranked fifth. The other masters on that list must be extraordinary.’
"The masters on the Dragon List are the true Celestial Prides of our Grand Emperor Country. With this great era dawning, I imagine they’ve all made their appearance."
The crowd continued the discussion. A young man commented casually before taking another sip of his wine.
"Excuse me, friend, what exactly is the Dragon List?" Ye Wushuang asked calmly as he listened to the others’ chatter. ’It might be helpful to learn a bit more.’
"You don’t even know about the Dragon List?!"
The moment Ye Wushuang spoke, all eyes in the crowd turned to him, scrutinizing him with expressions of contempt.
Ye Wushuang’s expression remained unchanged. He had just arrived in the Holy City and had barely sat down, so it was only natural he was unaware of local matters. He was completely unfazed by their disdainful looks.
The young man sized up Ye Wushuang, and as if a thought occurred to him, he suddenly asked, "Friend, you must be new to the Holy City, right?"
Ye Wushuang cupped his fist and smiled. "I have indeed just arrived in the Holy City. When I heard all of you discussing the Dragon List, my curiosity was piqued, and I wanted to learn more."
"No wonder!"
The young man nodded. It wasn’t strange for someone not from the Holy City to be unaware. He explained, "You might not know this, friend, but the Dragon List is a ranking of the most outstanding young prodigies in the Grand Emperor Country. Every person on it is a genius master famous in their own right. The top ten are considered peerless Celestial Prides, possessing heaven-defying Combat Power."
"Peerless Celestial Prides!"
Ye Wushuang’s eyes glinted. ’To be deemed peerless Celestial Prides, they must be truly remarkable.’ He then asked, "Could you tell me who the top masters on the Dragon List are?"
"There’s no secret there. The top ten of the Dragon List... first is the Dragon King, second is Dongfang Wudi, followed by Zong Shuai, Young Master Xie Qing, Xuan Wuji, Jing Hui..."
The young man explained, listing the top ten Celestial Prides one by one, but didn’t mention any further names.
"Yii Zhe, you seem to have forgotten Mo Wentian." However, the moment the young man finished speaking, a mocking voice rang out. It came from another youth, one dressed in blue.
"That’s right. Mo Wentian defeated Xuan Wuji, so he’s ranked fifth now. The list has already changed." Someone chimed in, sparking a ripple of discussion.
"Mo Wentian broke through to the Yin Yang Realm a long time ago. He’s also cultivated a Mysterious Technique and forged a special constitution for himself. He’s not the man he used to be. With that constitution, he could probably surpass Zong Shuai and rank second or third on the Dragon List."
The blue-clothed youth spoke up, his voice considerably louder, clearly intending to show off his knowledge. A smug look crept onto his face.
"A short-sighted fool, thinking he’s some kind of expert and spouting nonsense. Utterly laughable."
The moment the blue-clothed youth’s words fell, a cold, indifferent voice abruptly drifted up from downstairs. Everyone’s gaze froze and shifted toward the first-floor staircase, where two figures had just appeared.
One was a beautiful woman, around eighteen or nineteen years old. She carried an exquisite, ornate Treasure Sword, and her bearing was remarkably gallant.
Following behind her was a middle-aged man dressed in martial attire.
Hearing the woman’s sarcastic rebuttal, the blue-clothed youth’s expression stiffened. He snapped in anger, "If you don’t know what you’re talking about, then don’t run your mouth! You’ll only make a fool of yourself!"
"Whether I understand or not, you’re about to find out!"
The woman stared coldly at the blue-clothed youth and uttered two chilling words: "Slap him."
RUMBLE!
At her command, the middle-aged man behind her lunged forward, leaving a blurry afterimage as he charged the blue-clothed youth.
SMACK!
In the next instant, the crowd heard a resounding slap, and the blue-clothed youth was sent flying, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The onlookers’ pupils constricted, their eyes freezing on the woman in alarm.
"Every single person in the top four of the Dragon List possesses a special constitution. They all have heaven-defying Combat Power and talent. Plus, they’ve been famous for ages. Their accumulated Cultivation and strength are far greater than that of ordinary people. I’ve never heard of anyone being able to defeat them—even across the entire Grand Emperor Domain, very few could."
The young woman’s cold gaze swept over the crowd as she spoke. The onlookers flinched. What she said wasn’t without reason, and they couldn’t refute it. Even if they had wanted to say something, they were too afraid of bringing trouble upon themselves to speak out of turn. They could only nod in compliance.
"Besides, Mo Wentian has been doing his Cultivation in some Garbage Sect in the Endless Wilderness. He only recently used that Mysterious Technique to forge his special constitution. It’s a far cry from a *true* special constitution, so how could he possibly surpass the top four? How could he surpass Zong Shuai?"
"Tell me, who in the entire Grand Emperor Country can surpass them?"
The woman continued, her gaze sweeping across the crowd. "Can any of you?"
Finally, her gaze landed on Ye Wushuang, who was standing closest to her. "And you?" she demanded imperiously. "Can you?"
Ye Wushuang frowned. ’This woman is so biased and arrogant,’ he thought. ’To hear her talk, you’d think the top four on the Dragon List are invincible.’
’But until one reaches the absolute Peak, who dares claim to be invincible? This woman speaks from the perspective of the top four, and she keeps bringing up the fourth-ranked member... It seems she’s trying to defend Zong Shuai!’
"There’s always a heaven beyond the heavens, and always someone better than the best! Just because there’s no one today doesn’t mean there won’t be someone tomorrow!" Seeing the woman’s rude questioning and her utter disregard for Ye Wushuang, Lan Xinyu couldn’t contain her anger and retorted.
At those words, the woman slowly turned her head and stared at Lan Xinyu. A viciousness that clashed with her beautiful face flashed in her eyes. "You might be right," she sneered, "but those are just words. In the face of absolute strength, today and tomorrow are one and the same. Just as I can kill you right now... I can kill you in the next moment, too..."
SHING!
With that, the woman unsheathed her Treasure Sword. A cold light glinted off the blade as she thrust it with lightning speed, aiming straight for Lan Xinyu’s face.
It was an utterly vicious strike, intended not only to kill Lan Xinyu, but to destroy her face in the process!
Watching the woman’s attack, Ye Wushuang’s expression turned icy, a cold light flashing in his eyes. ’To try and kill and disfigure someone over a single sentence... What an imperious, vicious woman!’
BOOM!
He thrust out a single hand, and a golden palm print materialized instantly. Spreading two of his fingers like a pair of iron tongs, Ye Wushuang deftly caught the thrusting Treasure Sword between them.
TING!
With a metallic ring, the Treasure Sword was brought to a dead stop, held fast to the utter astonishment of the crowd. The razor-sharp tip froze just fractions of an inch from Lan Xinyu’s cheek.
"She said one thing, and you tried to take her life and destroy her face," Ye Wushuang said, staring coldly at the woman, his gaze utterly frigid. "Don’t you think you’ve gone too far?"
"There are some things you have no right to say if you don’t have the strength to back them up. And if you say them, you must pay the price," the woman said, glaring coldly at Ye Wushuang. "A price that will make people remember!"