A Holy Spirit-grade sword flashed in Lin Yun’s palm.
The terrifying power in that strike surged into the blade.
Divine sense, mysteries, Void Power, Demon Bones, bracer strength—all fused into the sword, peaking its might!
Under the Tiansha disciples’ stunned gazes, sword met spear with a deafening crash!
*Boom!*
The heavens quaked, the earth split like an earthquake, dust billowed, scaring beasts into trembling!
At the clash’s core, energies torrented out.
*Splurt!*
Elder Yin spat blood, under his disciples’ shocked stares, he flew back like a snapped kite, smashing the ground, shattering a boulder.
*Splurt! Splurt!*
Amid rubble, blood gushed from his mouth, his disheveled form incredulous!
A first-turn Tribulation master, beaten by a third-rank Mahayana?
So decisively, with little chance to react.
He’d thought Lin Yun’s third-rank jump wouldn’t bridge the gap.
Gone two days, how could he grow so much?
But that strike’s power far exceeded his reckoning!
He didn’t know Lin Yun’s Heaven-grade Heaven-Shaking Hand had hit second turn.
That was Lin Yun’s trump card!
“How… how’s this possible!?”
The Tiansha disciples’ eyes bulged, nearly popping out.
Third-rank Mahayana trouncing first-turn Tribulation? It flipped their world!
The green-robed man, who’d fought Lin Yun, felt cold sweat and dread…
“Elder Yin, I said you’d die!”
Lin Yun descended, his sharp voice ringing, sword slashing at the wounded Elder, aiming to kill!
“You bastard!”
Elder Yin roared, hurling a super-divine golden cauldron artifact.
His looted Holy Spirit-grade shield, still branded, was unusable.
*Boom!*
Sword struck cauldron, the heavens shook again.
The blade’s might trembled the cauldron, a crack appearing, spreading fast, then shattering into pieces.
A super-divine artifact’s defense buckled under such power.
Elder Yin, buying time, flipped out a teleportation artifact to flee!
“Running? Spatial Lock!”
Lin Yun deployed a Holy Spirit-grade lockdown artifact, crushing Elder Yin’s escape.
“Elder Yin, I told you, no escaping today!” Lin Yun’s voice boomed, fierce.
His arm jolted, sword striking like a dragon, aiming for Elder Yin’s head!
“Brat, you dare! I’m a Tiansha Sect Elder!” he shrieked, panicked.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
The sword reached him.
Wounded, Elder Yin parried, but was blasted back.
*Splurch!*
The blade pierced his heart!
His eyes bulged, hands clawing at the wound, useless—his heart, the body’s core, was shredded.
Even a Tribulation master couldn’t survive that.
He’d never dreamed a Mahayana would kill him, a Tiansha Elder.
Life faded, he died.
“Phew…”
Seeing him fall, Lin Yun exhaled long.
His first Tribulation kill—momentous.
But the fight wasn’t over.
He turned to the thirty-odd Tiansha disciples.
“Elder Yin’s dead! He’s dead!”
They paled, scattering like startled birds.
Lin Yun wasn’t worried—his Holy Spirit-grade lockdown meant no escape without a super Void-Breaking Bead!
“He killed Elder Yin, he won’t spare us, all together! We’ve got numbers, he’s worn from the fight!” the green-robed man yelled.
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
They drew weapons, charging Lin Yun.
“Too weak.”
Lin Yun shook his head.
Mostly Empty Nether, a few Mahayana, topping at second-rank.
Healed and now third-rank Mahayana, they were ants!
He flashed forward!
*Swish!*
Swordlight flickered, felling two Empty Nether in a blink.
A hellish reaper, his blade reaped lives.
Moments later.
*Splurch!*
His sword slit the green-robed man’s throat.
Clutching his gushing neck, he fell, surrounded by Tiansha corpses.
The last to die.
No one left alive.
Silence reclaimed the scene.
Lin Yun glanced at the gore—routine for him.
He waved, lifting the bodies, collecting their storage rings and weapons.
Spoils of war!
Elder Yin’s Holy Spirit-grade spear, a hefty prize, even with Lin Yun’s wealth.
His storage ring piqued Lin Yun’s curiosity too.
He’d sort it en route back.
Using Fire Mystery, he incinerated the corpses.
Then he plucked the Fire-Repelling Spirit Grass.
“Finally mine!”
“This is a vital treasure for me, worth more than a Holy Spirit-grade weapon.”
Lin Yun grinned at it.
For Tribulation-plus cultivators, it held little appeal—they’d mastered all seven mysteries, what use was it?
