“A second-rank Mahayana resisting my attacks, you’ve surprised me!”
“Fine, taste my Tiansha Sect’s signature spear art, forcing this move means you can die without regrets!”
Elder Yin waved, a pitch-black spear materializing, wreathed in eerie dark mist.
“Die!”
“Tiansha Spear Art!”
His spear whirled, morphing into a black dragon, roaring with dread force toward Lin Yun.
“Elder Yin’s using that to kill him?” the green-robed man gasped.
“Holy Light Extinction!”
Lin Yun’s hands formed seals, winds howling, spiritual energy surging to him, boosting his aura.
He swung his sword to meet it!
*Boom!*
The black dragon clashed with Lin Yun’s golden sword, the heavens quaking, a massive uproar!
Lin Yun’s face twitched, blasted back through the air.
“Still alive?”
The green-robed onlooker gawked.
He recalled fighting Lin Yun—nothing like this strength.
A second-rank Mahayana enduring Elder Yin’s Tiansha Spear Art? Staggering.
“This second-rank Mahayana’s unreal!” other Tiansha disciples marveled.
Mahayana trading blows with Tribulation? Beyond their ken.
Battlefield.
“Kid, your strength and defense are solid, but let’s see how long you last!”
“Die! Die! Die!”
Elder Yin’s spear blurred into phantoms, lunging at the retreating Lin Yun, lightning-fast, splitting into multiple shadows, intent on his life.
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
Lin Yun parried frantically.
Now, save for his bracer’s power and Heaven-Shaking Hand, his other tricks were spent.
Even so, he kept retreating.
Since his last Tribulation fight, his divine sense had risen four sub-realms, but against a first-turn Tribulation foe, it wasn’t enough.
Elder Yin’s speed outpaced him, Lin Yun could barely hold, if an opening came, a crippling blow loomed—his battle-honed instincts knew it.
“Time to try it!” he thought.
The spear’s fearsome might bore down again.
*Boom!*
After another clash, Lin Yun leapt back, hurling a string of prayer beads!
A super-divine binding artifact, bought from Jin Yao’er in Xingwu City.
The beads swelled visibly, blazing gold, ensnaring Elder Yin.
“Rainbow Sword Art!”
*Whoosh!*
Swordlight streaked, slashing at him.
Bracer power, unleashed!
Heaven-Shaking Hand, ignited!
Two torrents of energy fused into the sword, its might spiking to a terrifying peak.
Madness flared in Lin Yun’s eyes.
“Break!”
Elder Yin roared, shattering the beads!
From toss to strike, to his escape, mere instants.
The swordlight sliced the sky, reaching him!
He jerked his spear horizontal, scrambling to block Lin Yun’s ferocious swing!
*Clang!*
The blade smashed the spear, jarring it, a monstrous force flooding Elder Yin like a dam burst.
His hands numbed, disbelief etched on his face as he flew back uncontrollably.
“Elder Yin!”
The green-robed man and Tiansha disciples cried out.
A second-rank Mahayana forcing their Elder back? Mind-blowing!
Their gazes on Lin Yun now brimmed with dread.
Elsewhere.
Bai Yongzhi’s airship sped out of the ravine.
“We’re out!”
The Bai group exhaled, free at last.
This ravine trip cost them dear—several youths dead, including Elder Zhang’s granddaughter Bailian, their guards nearly wiped out.
*Boom!*
A colossal rumble echoed from the ravine, faint tremors reaching them.
Likely Lin Yun clashing with the foe.
“His odds… near nil,” Bai Yongzhi sighed, eyes shut.
“Uncle Yongzhi, we can’t linger, if they chase us, we’re done, back to Baijia Fort, quick!” Bai Tong urged.
Fear lingered despite escape.
“Yeah, let’s go!” the others agreed.
“Right, to Baijia Fort,” Bai Yongzhi nodded.
“What about big brother Lin Yun?” Bailu fretted.
“Bailu, we’re useless here, his survival’s on him, we go,” Bai Yongzhi said.
“No! Uncle, I’ll wait for him!” Tears streamed down Bailu’s face.
*Thud!*
Bai Yongzhi struck her neck, knocking her out.
“Bailu, I had no choice, you’ll see it’s right later,” he murmured.
The airship raced back to Baijia Fort.
Ravine battlefield.
*Cough cough!*
Elder Yin steadied himself, coughing, blood trickling from his mouth.
His cold, dark eyes glinted with lethal chill.
A mere second-rank Mahayana wounding him? Unthinkable.
A humiliation—if word spread, his Dongyuan standing would crumble!
“Not enough,” Lin Yun muttered, pale, shaking his head.
That strike, his strongest, aimed to fell Elder Yin.
It hurt him, but not gravely, Lin Yun couldn’t muster another like it.
“Kid, if I don’t tear you to shreds today, I’m not a man!” Elder Yin roared, veins bulging!
His bellow rolled like waves, rustling the forest.
A peerless, terrifying energy erupted from him!
He was going all out!
