Yang Yuefeng was riding on the crest of success and his voice was one octave higher. He wished he could fly up into the Heavens.
He had tried very hard to maintain his “not pleased by external gains, not saddened by personnel” image, but when he said these words, his mouth was almost from ear to ear.
But just after he finished his impassioned monologue, he suddenly froze.
“Oh…What’s wrong?”
He found something odd. All the people who had come to congratulate him had frozen. They were all looking at something behind him as if there was a ghost.
Only the result list was behind Yang Yuefeng’s body.
Yang Yuefeng heart thumped. What’s wrong?
Was there a problem with the list?
He did not dare to look back, but at this moment, an odd silence had befallen the entire hall. Everyone stood there dumbfounded. It was as if their expressions had been cursed, in a trance-like state.
Yang Yuefeng felt a cold breeze as his goosebumps raised on his back. He felt as if he was no longer in the Desolate Heaven Master Society, but in a silent graveyard.
“Luo Huo’er…Luo Huo’er, she…how could this be…”
After a long time in this tepid scene, a youth pointed at the ranking list and murmured with an incredulous look.
Seeing the youth’s reaction, Yang Yuefeng suddenly felt like his chest had been struck with a knife.
Everything around him had slowed down.
Yang Yuefeng’s body froze. It was as if he had turned into a zombie that crawled out of a grave. He turned his body with difficulty, as his head turned around bit by bit.
The ranking list which had brought him tremendous glory and anticipation now turned into a scroll that contained a devil’s curse. He did not dare to look at it.
Yang Yuefeng forced his eyes to land on the list. On the list, in a position ahead of Luo Huo’er, there were shiny golden runes that condensed into words. The words wrote, “Yi Yun, 515 points!”
Seeing these words, Yang Yuefeng suddenly felt as if his body’s blood had been sucked out of his body. His body seemed to lost all support as he almost fell to the ground.
515 points?
515 points?
This line of words circled in Yang Yuefeng’s mind like a curse. These golden words seemed to be dyed red, devouring him!
Yi Yun…It’s Yi Yun. How could it be Yi Yun!?
In over a hundred Desolate Heaven Master apprentices, there was only one person named Yi Yun, and it was the most unlikely person!
“Noooo! I cannot accept it!” Yang Yuefeng shouted.
His face was contorted. Veins appeared on his neck and face. It was as if there were squirming worms under his skin. It made Yang Yuefeng look hideous!
“There must be some mistake! Yi Yun does not know the Desolate Heaven technique, how can he be ranked ahead of Luo Huo’er!? How could he be ranked ahead of me!? There must be some mistake! There must be some mistake! I’m second! I’m second!!”
Yang Yuefeng was already incoherent.
He could not accept the reality in front of him. After his hopes were raised to an unprecedented peak that allowed him to look triumphantly in front of everyone, it had been snatched away from him! It was as if his heart had been sliced by a knife!