*Clang clang clang!*
Mo Yangrong and the third-rank Mahayana realm cultivator swung their weapons, fending off Lin Yun’s flying swords.
Meanwhile, Wei Qi drew his greatbow again, aiming at Lin Yun!
“Brother Lin Yun, watch out!” Zhu Xu shouted, heart in his throat.
“Recall!”
Lin Yun swiftly pulled back his 128 swords.
But before the array fully retracted, Wei Qi’s arrow materialized right before him.
“Dodge!”
Lin Yun, prepared, twisted aside with all his might, yet the arrow’s speed was monstrous—he couldn’t fully evade, it pierced his shoulder, leaving a bloody hole.
Lucky he’d shifted slightly beforehand, or it’d have hit worse than his shoulder.
The wound’s muscles writhed, clotting fast, blood staunched in moments.
With tenth-layer Taixu Body Refining, such injuries healed quick.
At the same time, Lin Yun surged forward, closing the gap in a flash.
He stowed all but one Holy Spirit-grade sword—imbued with piercing power—and thrust it at Mo Yangrong.
Wristguard power, unleashed!
A burst of unique energy leapt from the wristguard, fusing with the blade.
Seeing the strike, Mo Yangrong swung his sword, unleashing every trick he had—he knew Lin Yun was no pushover.
*Clang!*
Swords clashed, a torrent of force erupted like a flood.
Mo Yangrong’s face twisted, he flew back uncontrollably, crashing hard far off.
*Splurt! Splurt!*
Sprawled on the ground, blood gushed from Mo Yangrong’s mouth.
Third-rank Mahayana realm, stronger than most, yet no match for Lin Yun.
Lin Yun didn’t even need ‘Heaven-Shaking Hand’ to trounce him.
His sword didn’t pause—after blasting Mo Yangrong, it swung at Wei Qi!
“Go!”
Wei Qi’s bow was drawn again, terrifying energy swirling, the red arrow loosed with heart-stopping explosive force, aimed straight at the charging Lin Yun.
This shot, Wei Qi had charged longer than any before, his face reddening from the strain.
Its power outstripped every prior arrow!
He reckoned even a first-turn Tribulation realm cultivator would quake and dodge it!
And Lin Yun was taking it point-blank!
So close, the arrow didn’t even vanish into the void—it reached him instantly, too fast, too near to dodge!
“Can’t dodge? Then I won’t!” Lin Yun’s eyes blazed with battle lust.
“Heaven-Shaking Hand, Second Layer, unleash!”
His sword hand blackened, an indescribable wave of dread burst from his palm, channeling into the blade.
The sword, brimming with staggering might, met the arrow head-on.
*Boom!*
A deafening blast rocked the fourth floor.
The collision’s shockwave shook the entire level, a tsunami of force sweeping through!
From outside, the tower visibly quivered.
“Blimey, that power’s beyond Mahayana realm, isn’t it?”
The commotion left everyone gobsmacked, Zhu and Mo Mahayana realm cultivators paused their brawl, staring at the clash.
Blinding light obscured the outcome.
All eyes locked on the glow’s core—who’d won?
As it faded, Lin Yun’s sword rested on Wei Qi’s neck.
With Heaven-Shaking Hand’s second layer, he’d cleaved the arrow, then pounced, closing the gap.
Up close, Wei Qi’s edge vanished—Lin Yun smashed his last stand, pinning him with the blade.
Wei Qi’s life hung in his hands.
*Whoa!*
The crowd erupted in stunned uproar.
Who was Wei Qi?
Dongyuan’s top dog below Tribulation realm.
Now beaten by a third-rank Mahayana realm cultivator!
“Who’s that guy? What’s his name?”
“He beat Wei Qi—he’s the new top below Tribulation realm in Dongyuan! We’ve got a legend here!”
The distant onlooker cultivators buzzed with excitement.
They craved Lin Yun’s identity.
“Brother Lin Yun took down Wei Qi solo!” Zhu Xu gaped, floored.
Lin Yun’s strength blew his mind.
He recalled Lin Yun saying his Martial Exam goal was first.
Zhu Xu had thought it a jest.
Now it clicked—Lin Yun had the chops!
“Second Young Master, Wei Qi’s caught, we’re saved! We’re saved!”
Zhu’s Mahayana realm cultivators cheered wildly.
As for the battered Mo Yangrong, he slumped, pale-faced.
“How’s he so strong? How!” Mo Yangrong clenched his fists, his grim face seething with defiance.
After Lin Yun’s one-move thrashing, he’d pinned hopes on Wei Qi killing him.
Those hopes shattered.
In the fray.
“Wei Qi, you’re done!” Lin Yun eyed him.
Wei Qi, in beast hides, his pale face tinged with reluctance, shock flickering in his eyes.
“I… beaten by a third-rank Mahayana realm cultivator?” he muttered, struggling to accept it.
Wei Qi, Dongyuan’s top below Tribulation realm, carried pride.
Lin Yun had crushed it.
“Tell me your name, even if I die, I need to know who beat me!” Wei Qi demanded.
“Lin Yun,” he replied calmly.
“Lin Yun? Why’ve I never heard of you?”
Wei Qi racked his brain—no such name in Dongyuan.
“Just arrived in Dongyuan, a nobody, you wouldn’t have,” Lin Yun said.
“Nobody? After today, you’ll shake Dongyuan, beating me—I’ve got to admit, you’re strong,” Wei Qi sighed.
He closed his eyes, “Winner takes all, I’ve lost, do it.”
“No begging?” Lin Yun raised a brow.
Most he’d killed, no matter their status, pleaded at the end.
When death loomed, rank, wealth—none mattered.
“Beg? I, Wei Qi, divine archer, die unbowed—kill me if you must, but don’t shame me!” Wei Qi’s pride flared.
“Your archery’s top-notch, a talent, a real man—shame to kill you, I’ll let you go, but swear you’ll leave now, never aid Mo again, nor harm Zhu!” Lin Yun said.
Wei Qi froze—he hadn’t expected mercy.
