Lin Yun focused his gaze, that Mo Yangrong was familiar—the phoenix-eyed pretty boy from the Treasure Contest, seated by Clan Leader Mo.
Back then, Lin Yun clashed with Mo over the Origin Water Lotus, firing back at their threats with a few jabs, and this Mo Yangrong had snarled at him in fury.
“They’ve only got six! Young Master Zhu Xu, we’ve got this, they won’t escape!”
The Zhu Clan’s Mahayana realm cultivators beside Zhu Xu buzzed with excitement.
“Hero Lin Yun, see? No problem,” Zhu Xu grinned.
Lin Yun felt a flicker of doubt—had his hunch been off? Was he overthinking?
Across the way, Mo Yangrong’s crew spotted them.
“It’s that bloke!”
Mo Yangrong’s gaze swept over, landing on Lin Yun.
At the contest, Lin Yun had riled him up good—he’d wanted him dead, just lacked the chance.
Seeing Lin Yun now, a glint flashed in his cold eyes.
“Delivering himself? Brilliant!” A faint smirk curled Mo Yangrong’s lips, gone in a blink.
Zhu Xu’s shout cut through, “Mo Yangrong, you agreed to a fair duel with my brother in the tower, but you ambushed him with help and left him half-dead, today the Zhu Clan settles this score—you’re either dead or skinned!”
“Get ‘em!”
Zhu Xu waved, and the Zhu Mahayana realm cultivators—from first-rank to third-rank peak—charged at Mo’s lot.
“Run!”
Mo’s six, including Mo Yangrong, bolted at full speed.
“Think you can run? Dream on!”
“We’re on them!”
Zhu Xu led the chase.
“Brother Zhu Xu, watch for a trap!” Lin Yun warned.
Something still felt wrong.
But Zhu Xu and his crew were already off, deaf to him.
“Oi,” Lin Yun shook his head.
He knew their revenge lust blinded them—anger dulled caution and deafened advice.
Sighing, he darted after them.
Mo’s six fled to the fourth floor!
Zhu Xu and the crew stormed after them into the ancient tower’s fourth floor.
On entry, the pressure spiked, forcing Zhu Xu and the Mahayana realm cultivators to muster inner strength to resist.
Below Void Spirit realm, reaching this floor was near impossible.
Only a few dozen cultivators trained here.
Lin Yun, with his high body-refining skills and tough physique, handled the pressure fine.
Just after entering, Mo’s six stopped short.
“Mo Yangrong, keep running then, go on to the fifth floor if you dare, that’s your limit!” Zhu Xu laughed.
“Run? Ha!” Mo Yangrong burst into laughter.
Suddenly, Zhu Xu and Lin Yun sensed movement behind.
They turned—twenty-two figures emerged, all Mo Clan Mahayana realm cultivators.
With Mo Yangrong’s six, that made 28 total.
“Zhu Xu, you’re as daft as your brother, didn’t you see I was luring you in? Ha!” Mo Yangrong’s cackle echoed through the fourth floor.
Zhu Xu and the Zhu Mahayana realm cultivators paled.
“Hmph, so what? Even if your Mo Clan’s Mahayana realm lot’s all here, we’ve brought ours too! For revenge, we’ll slug it out—neither side’s walking away clean!” Zhu Xu roared.
The Zhu Mahayana realm cultivators drew weapons, ready to fight.
The numbers weren’t far off—a brawl would bleed both sides dry.
“Ha, think Mo’s got no backup?” Mo Yangrong laughed.
With his guffaw, a figure stepped from the fourth floor’s depths.
Lin Yun squinted—a man in beast hides.
“Young Master Zhu, that beast-hide bloke, it’s the divine archer, Wei Qi!” a Zhu Mahayana realm cultivator gasped.
“What? Wei Qi!” Zhu Xu’s face drained at the name.
“Brother Zhu Xu, who’s this Wei Qi?” Lin Yun asked.
“He’s called Dongyuan’s mightiest below Tribulation realm, just third-rank Mahayana, but… but with godlike archery, he’s killed more than one first-turn Tribulation realm cultivator, even first- and second-turn Tribulation realm pros tread carefully!” Zhu Xu’s face was ashen.
Clearly, he feared this man deeply.
With Tribulation realm barred from the tower, someone like Wei Qi—third-rank Mahayana with firepower beyond—ruled the food chain here, near untouchable.
Zhu Xu had figured his Mahayana realm posse could handle any Mo trick, since only Mahayana realm could enter—what was there to fear?
Mo roping in Wei Qi? He hadn’t seen that coming.
Zhu Xu groaned, “Brother Lin Yun, you were right, I should’ve listened, my hot head and revenge got the better of me.”
Now, with Mo Yangrong ahead and Mo’s Mahayana realm horde blocking the rear, escape was cut off.
“Too late for that, it’s done, tell everyone to gear up for a fight, even with Wei Qi, the gap’s not huge,” Lin Yun said.
Zhu Xu shook his head weakly, “Brother Lin Yun, you don’t get it, Wei Qi’s arrows—Mahayana realm can’t block them, we’re likely done for today, and I’ve dragged you into it, I’m so sorry.”
The other Zhu Mahayana realm cultivators flinched like spooked birds.
They totaled 25—12 first-rank, 9 second-rank, 4 third-rank Mahayana.
All knew Wei Qi’s rep.
“Young Master, try bribing Wei Qi with cash,” a Mahayana realm protector urged.
“Yes! Yes!”
Zhu Xu turned fast, “Master Wei Qi, I’m Zhu Xu of the Zhu Clan, heard of your fame, name your price to sit this out, Zhu Clan’ll pay anything!”
“I owe Mo a favor, this is payback, I, Wei Qi, keep my word, no amount changes that,” Wei Qi’s icy voice rang out.
“Ha, Zhu Xu, save your breath!” Mo Yangrong crowed.
Then, with a twisted sneer, he pointed at Lin Yun and crew.
“Wei Qi, do it—kill them!”
