Lin Yun stepped forward, shielding Bailu, shouting, “Your Tiansha Sect disciples strutted about, drunk on power, we offered them everything, yet they attacked, their deaths were well-deserved!”
“Little cur, you dare talk back? My Tiansha Sect slaughters ants like you at will, resisting us is your sin!” Elder Yin raged.
“You’ve got the cheek to spew that?” Lin Yun sneered.
“Kid, might makes right, don’t you know? Die!”
Elder Yin raised a hand, a massive palm shadow coalescing in the air, roaring down with crushing force toward the airship!
Winds howled under its might!
“Gods! Is this a Tribulation realm strike?”
The Bai youths gaped, dumbfounded.
Bai Yongzhi blurted, “Hero Lin Yun, we’ll face it together!”
This casual blow could kill him, in his eyes!
“I’ll block it, you’ve got your job,” Lin Yun said.
He drew a Holy Spirit-grade sword, leapt from the airship, charging the palm shadow.
“Him… alone? How can he fight that?” Bai Yongzhi watched, pale.
Guilt gnawed at him—this ‘cripple’ he’d scorned now risked all for them.
He knew few would dare face a first-turn Tribulation foe for strangers, Lin Yun’s guts shamed him.
“Big brother Lin Yun!”
Bailu clenched her fists, heart pounding, eyes reddening.
She knew he fought for her, but a second-rank Mahayana against Tribulation? If he fell, she’d blame herself forever!
“Rainbow Sword Art, Ninth Layer!”
Lin Yun’s sword blazed, trailing a long arc.
His sixth-rank divine sense fused into it.
Since Xingwu Empire, his divine sense had jumped four sub-realms—a hefty leap.
Over a year in the Demonic Beast Mountain Range, though his realm stagnated, his swordplay sharpened through countless battles!
Void Power, unleashed!
Demon Bones, ignited!
Mysteries, melded!
His sword’s might soared!
This was just a casual strike from Elder Yin, yet Lin Yun went all out!
The palm shadow loomed huge in his eyes!
*Boom!*
A deafening clash, the shadow quaked, then exploded into countless shards.
A wild shockwave ripped through the air!
Back when he’d fought Xingwu’s Gu Clan Third Elder, it was his first Tribulation clash.
“What?!”
Elder Yin’s smirk vanished, his face twisting.
That casual palm should’ve crippled a third-rank Mahayana.
A second-rank Mahayana breaking it? Unthinkable!
Even Bai Yongzhi and the Bai group stared, jaws dropped!
Mahayana matching Tribulation? It flipped their world!
Lin Yun didn’t pause, pulling out a bead.
He sent Bai Yongzhi a divine sense message, “Bai Yongzhi, I’ll break the lockdown, get Bailu and the others out now!”
He activated the Void-Breaking Bead.
*Boom!*
The spatial seal shattered!
“Go!”
Bai Yongzhi floored the airship, blasting away!
“Void-Breaking Bead? Think you can flee? Dream on!”
Elder Yin surged after them.
“Chase them? Get past me first!”
Lin Yun darted out, blocking his path.
“A mere second-rank Mahayana dares stop me? Die!”
“Mountain-Suppressing Palm!”
His bellow rolled like waves, another palm struck, thick energy morphing into a savage assault, blasting the air, hammering Lin Yun!
This blow dwarfed the last in power!
“Flying Snow Sword Array, Form!”
Lin Yun waved, 128 swords aligned, gleaming, raining down like a tempest against the palm.
*Boom!*
A thunderous roar echoed, light splintering into countless beams!
The shockwave rocked the air, shaking peaks, shattering rocks, snapping trees.
Lin Yun’s 128 swords scattered, the array collapsing!
*Cough cough!*
Lin Yun hacked, a pallor creeping over his face.
He’d grown since Xingwu, but a Tribulation powerhouse’s strike still stung.
Elsewhere.
Bai Yongzhi’s airship sped off, leaving the battlefield.
“We’re out! We actually escaped!”
The Bai youths sighed in relief.
“Uncle, why’d we just leave? Big brother Lin Yun’s still back there!” Bailu fretted.
“He told me to go, said he’d hold them off,” Bai Yongzhi shook his head.
He knew Lin Yun’s realm made this a near-suicide stand, yet he’d done it for them.
“Big brother Lin Yun’s fighting for us, how can we abandon him? Let’s go back!” Bailu urged, frantic.
“Bailu, are you mad? We just got out, you want us back?” Bai Tong roared.
Bai Yongzhi sighed, “Bailu, Hero Lin Yun used that bead to free us, going back wastes his effort, we can’t.”
“But… but big brother Lin Yun, he’ll die!” Bailu sobbed.
The Bai youths fell silent, heavy-hearted—Lin Yun had fought for them.
Battlefield.
Lin Yun waved, his 128 scattered swords returning.
“Still standing?”
Elder Yin’s eyes narrowed, killing intent thickening, a second-rank Mahayana should’ve been easy prey, yet he kept slipping through.
Time to take this second-rank kid seriously.
Time to treat Lin Yun as a real foe!
