Hold on!
Hold on!
Everyone's hearts were in their throats.
Yan Shouyi's displayed strength, presence, courage, and his attitude towards the inheritors of folk sects within the Folklore Research Association, all immensely satisfied everyone.
They couldn't bear to watch a rising star be so stifled and die at the hands of the demonic monk Shi Kui.
If Yan Shouyi could survive this ordeal, the inheritors of folk sects who admired and recognized him would flock to Rongcheng, joining the Folklore Research Association in endless numbers.
Even those inheritors who didn't join the association would know the name Yan Shouyi!
The inheritors of folk sects would be united as never before!
And all of this hinged on Yan Shouyi surviving this moment!
The demonic monk Shi Kui leaped up, bringing with him a crushing force, striking down at Yan Shouyi on the ground!
Yan Shouyi, however, seemed severely injured, his left arm completely paralyzed and useless.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Shi Kui descended rapidly, while Yan Shouyi was unable to move!
He tried to stand but fell again!
Only then did everyone realize that Yan Shouyi's ankles were fractured, his feet bent at heartbreaking angles. It was clear he could no longer walk, let alone dodge Shi Kui's attack!
"It's over..."
Everyone's hearts sank, a flicker of hope extinguished.
*Bang—*
Shi Kui finally landed, his fist striking Yan Shouyi's body!
The force was so immense that it kicked up dust all around, which, even in the pouring rain, didn't quickly settle!
"Brother Yan!"
Long Feicheng cried out in alarm. Had Wen Qianxiang not held him back, he would have rushed onto the stage to save him.
"Calm down!" Wang Jiwang was equally tense but tried his best to control himself.
Besides Yan Shouyi and Lin Zitong, he was the most influential person in the Folklore Research Association. With those two silent, Wang Jiwang had to shoulder the responsibility.
A Gong gritted his teeth and said, "If Brother Yan is truly no match for the demonic monk, we still have time to act now."
"If we all act together, we can stop the demonic monk," Luo Ning said grimly.
The elders of the Folklore Research Association stirred restlessly. Wang Jiwang hesitated for a long time before deciding to remain rational.
"We can't act!" he shouted sternly, "We should trust Old Yan."
Upon hearing this, everyone's faces fell.
If not for the sake of team stability, they might have already charged forward.
But now that Yan Shouyi couldn't speak, if they defied Wang Jiwang, there would be more trouble within the Folklore Research Association later.
For the sake of the association's unity, they temporarily suppressed their impulses, but only temporarily. When the dust settled, if they personally witnessed Yan Shouyi's defeat, they would rush onto the stage without hesitation.
"Old Yan..."
Wang Jiwang bore immense pressure, his eyes fixed on the stage, "Don't make me do something wrong..."
On the second floor of the pavilion, Zhuge Lian stared intently at the stage and muttered to herself, "The outcome should be revealed soon."
"Don't let Yan Shouyi lose!" Zhuge Ji's forehead was beaded with nervous sweat.
Tian Jue'er's little face turned ashen.
Washed by the heavy rain, the dust quickly dispersed.
Within the lingering dust, a robust figure stood. From his posture, it was clear that he seemed to be "carrying" someone.
That's right, due to his massive build, he could hold an entire person's head in one hand, carrying the head meant carrying the whole person.
Everyone's breathing stopped abruptly. The surroundings became so quiet that one could hear their own heartbeat.
As the dust cleared, the demonic monk Shi Kui stood amidst the ruins, holding Yan Shouyi's head in one hand.
Yan Shouyi's body appeared lifeless, his limbs hanging limply, offering no resistance.
"Big Brother Yan..."
Tian Jue'er couldn't help but cover her mouth.
Zhuge Lian sighed, "He is ultimately not the person we were looking for."
"Those scoundrels from the Scarlet Flower Society..." Zhuge Ji cursed angrily.
The bullet comments in the live stream exploded!
[Pork Rolling God Can't Stand Steady: Yan Shouyi... defeated?]
[Vastness: Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!]
[Lin Xiaojie: Is there any possibility for him to get up?]
[Wind Dust Daoist: Yan Shouyi has excellent talent, but he's just too young. If he had a few more years, today's outcome wouldn't be like this...]
[Corner: If he dies, I'm no longer interested in the Folklore Research Association.]
[Uncle Fan Has Labor Insurance: Alas, when will our folk sects finally have a true leader?]
The bullet comments were filled with sighs and worries for the future of the folk sects.
Everyone had finally waited for someone worth entrusting their hopes to, only for him to perish at the hands of the Scarlet Flower Society.
Heaven envied talent!
Wu Jianchou, far away in Yuzhou, burst into laughter upon seeing this scene on the live stream.
This was the consequence of opposing the Scarlet Flower Society!
He patted Patriarch Teng's shoulder and said, "Patriarch Teng, it seems your ultimate gu is temporarily out of use!"
Xiong Tengya breathed a sigh of relief.
The ultimate gu was powerful, but Xiong Teng still didn't want to risk his life. Shi Kui killing Yan Shouyi was the best outcome.
Wu Tianfeng was also overjoyed. Seeing Yan Shouyi's pathetic state, he immediately laughed mockingly:
"What kind of so-called Lu Ban inheritor, what kind of so-called Folklore Research Association, in front of our Scarlet Flower Society, aren't you all just a rabble! What a pity, what a pity, you died in the second match, you couldn't wait for me, Wu Tianfeng, to get on stage. If I, Wu Tianfeng, had killed you, it would have been like killing a dog, but now I've lost the chance!"
The person was dead, no matter how Wu Tianfeng mocked him, the dead wouldn't talk back, nor would they resurrect to counterattack.
Thus, Wu Tianfeng unleashed all the resentment he had held within him.
At this moment, a stone the size of a fist suddenly flew towards Wu Tianfeng.
Wu Tianfeng sensed it early and caught it barehanded, crushing it into powder. He cast a cold glance in the direction the stone had come from.
"Shut up!!!"
Long Feicheng's face turned ashen. He pointed at Wu Tianfeng and roared, "I'll kill you!!"
Wu Tianfeng asked, "Why aren't you going to kill Shi Kui first? He's the one who killed your chairman!"
"I can't beat him!" Long Feicheng was self-aware.
Wu Tianfeng's expression immediately darkened, "Do I look... easy to kill?"
"At least you look easy to kill!"
Long Feicheng directly drew his Caiwei Sword, preparing to fight Wu Tianfeng to the death.
The other elders of the Folklore Research Association, though silent, also quietly assumed a defensive stance.
Yan Shouyi was dead, and nothing else mattered.
Then they would go on a killing spree and make all the members of the Scarlet Flower Society stay here!
This scene was fully captured by the live broadcast cameras.
Li Chongxi, far away in Chang'an, sighed silently at the camera.
"They all gathered because of Yan Shouyi; Yan Shouyi is their backbone."
"Once Yan Shouyi dies, the folk sects will find it difficult to unite again."
"As I predicted, only Yan Shouyi has the ability to unite everyone!!"