Unconsciously, nearly a quarter of an hour had passed.

In terms of moves.

Ye Li and Xie Yuan had exchanged at least seven or eight hundred moves.

Yet, they still couldn't determine a winner.

This battle was already enough to become the most classic and intense battle in the history of the Pingdingshan Spring Welcoming Tea Party; it could be said that no past champion had reached their level.

However, some experienced, sharp-eyed older generation masters could see that Ye Li seemed to be running out of steam.

Though not obvious.

In a highly intense battle, this slight disadvantage was enough to become the key factor determining success or failure.

This made things interesting.

The Ye Huang had paid who knew what price to persuade the Imperial Court to bestow the title of Young Lord Dongyang upon the final victor of this Tea Party, which was originally prepared for Ye Li.

But the appearance of Xie Yuan was something no one had anticipated.

If Ye Li lost.

The title of Young Lord Dongyang would fall to Xie Yuan.

Wouldn't that be a huge blunder?

If word got out, the Ye Huang's face would be utterly lost.

It was precisely because of this that Du Shanjun couldn't help but feel secretly anxious.

His mind raced, hoping to find a way to subtly help Ye Li.

Unfortunately.

With so many pairs of eyes watching, including masters like Gu Xiaoxian, Hu Xuan, Ouyang Li, and Zhou Yuanhu, and even an unknown black-clothed elder nearby whose strength was no less than Ouyang Li's.

Trying to pull off something covert under the noses of so many masters was simply impossible.

"Damn it--"

"How could things turn out like this?"

The more Du Shanjun thought about it, the more anxious he became, and the more anxious he was, the more indignant he felt.

Moreover, as time went on.

Ye Li began to show a slightly more obvious decline, while Xie Yuan, wielding the White Dragon Fan like a frenzy, became increasingly arrogant and domineering, with dragon roars shaking the heavens.

Gradually, he suppressed Ye Li.

"Hahaha, Ye Li, my estimation was correct, you are indeed very strong, comparable to me, but your cultivation is not complete enough, slightly inferior to mine!

"You lack stamina!

"You are ultimately no match for me!

"At the thousandth move, you can step down!"

Boom!

Suddenly, Xie Yuan burst into laughter.

The White Dragon Fan flashed in the air, turning into a white dragon that roared towards the heavens.

It swooped down at Ye Li from mid-air.

Ye Li's face paled slightly, and he angrily slashed with his sword.

A sneer curled on Xie Yuan's lips, and his figure suddenly vanished, appearing abruptly behind Ye Li, his left palm heavily striking Ye Li's back shoulder.

Crack!

Ye Li's face changed drastically, and he roared, "Damn Xie Yuan, you actually held back a move..."

At this moment, Ye Li no longer had the arrogant composure and calmness from the beginning; all that remained was panic and anger.

But it was useless.

His body flew horizontally, heavily hitting the ground more than ten meters away.

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out in front of everyone.

"Hehe, you lost!

"Victory and defeat are determined; this year's Welcoming Spring Tea Party, the final victor is not you, Ye Li, but me, Xie Yuan!

"By the way, I accept the title of Young Lord Dongyang!"

Xie Yuan didn't pursue, but stayed in the arena, lightly fanning the White Dragon Fan with an indescribable arrogance on his face, as if he were already invincible in the world.

"You..."

Ye Li was furious.

Thinking of all the secret efforts the Ye Huang had made to help him rise quickly in this Welcoming Spring Tea Party, all of which were wasted because of his defeat, his heart was filled with extreme unwillingness, and a surge of blood rushed up his throat, causing him to spray another mouthful of blood towards the sky.

Seeing this, the smile on Xie Yuan's face became even more triumphant.

In his opinion, there was nothing more exciting than striking down a Genius of the same level.

The scene was silent.

Du Shanjun's face was even gloomier as he silently flashed over and helped Ye Li up.

With such an unexpected turn of events, he didn't know how he would explain it to the Ye Huang.

"Hmph, Xie Yuan, what's so great about you?"

"Although you defeated Young Master Ye Li, it doesn't mean you are the victor of this Welcoming Spring Tea Party!"

Suddenly--

An abrupt voice sounded.

In the noble families' tent, a person suddenly stood up from the group of servants sitting together.

"Yang Yundu?"

"Yang Yundu!"

"Brother Yundu?"

Exclamations of surprise rang out; aside from Xu Yourong who was pleasantly surprised, everyone in the tent showed expressions of astonishment, confusion, and anger.

Wen Fang even flashed out, darting towards Yang Yundu.

He raised his hand and slapped towards Yang Yundu's face.

"You dog slave!

"How dare you break the rules again and again! Is this a place for you to speak?

"Go to hell!"

Wen Fang was truly angry and genuinely looked down on Yang Yundu from the bottom of his heart.

This fellow was clearly just a servant, yet for some reason, he always managed to make his cousin Xu Yourong beam with joy just by talking.

He even caused his cousin Xu Yourong to publicly contradict him several times, making him lose face.

At this awkward time, with Ye Li defeated and all the noble family disciples centered around the Ye Huang feeling greatly humiliated, this foolish servant dared to speak nonsense; he simply deserved to die!~

However, the unexpected always happened unexpectedly.

"Get lost!"

Facing Wen Fang's attack, Yang Yundu casually grabbed his wrist and then forcefully flung him out, sending Wen Fang flying far away, even tumbling several times after landing.

He was utterly dishevelled!

This instantly shocked all the noble family disciples present.

One should know that Wen Fang's strength was not weak.

It was precisely because of his earlier action that the disciples of the Four Top Sects were forced to fight ahead of time.

Now, he was actually thrown out by a servant in one move?

Was this real or fake?

How could a servant possess such formidable strength?

Only Xu Yourong, as if she had anticipated it, excitedly ran to Yang Yundu's side and intimately linked her arm with his.

"Brother Yundu, I knew you would make a move!

"Quick, defeat that Xie Yuan, you will be the strongest, you will be the Young Lord Dongyang, and then you can openly propose to my father..."

Listening to Xu Yourong's words, everyone suddenly felt as if she had gone mad.

He was just a servant; defeating Wen Fang was already surprising enough.

She actually wanted him to defeat Xie Yuan and become the Young Lord Dongyang?

What kind of joke was this?

Even Ye Li was not Xie Yuan's opponent, so what made Yang Yundu capable?

Unexpectedly.

Yang Yundu also dotingly patted Xu Yourong's head: "Don't worry, I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Today I will publicly claim the title of Young Lord Dongyang and marry you in glory!"

After speaking.

He flashed into the arena, and his speed was incredibly fast.

It felt as if he had moved over ten meters in a single step.

As if shrinking the ground into inches!