The white-haired elder leading the Mu Clan had already rushed forward.
He dashed to the hawk-nosed man’s side, intending to feed him a pill to save him.
However, when he reached the hawk-nosed man, he found that his life force had completely drained away, his body and soul extinguished.
Only the hawk-nosed man’s wide-open eyes remained, as if silently proclaiming his unwillingness to accept his fate.
Perhaps if he hadn’t arrogantly tried to oppress Lin Yun when he first arrived on the island, it wouldn’t have come to this.
But there’s no medicine for regret in this world.
“What? He’s dead?”
All the onlookers were stunned.
A First-Turn Tribulation Realm cultivator had so easily killed a Third-Turn Tribulation Realm cultivator with a single strike?
The shock this brought to everyone present surpassed even the impact of Lin Yun slaying the Da Kun earlier.
Though the Da Kun had exuded a fierce aura, it had been dead for millennia, sustained only by a wisp of obsession, and they hadn’t fought it themselves.
In their eyes, even if Lin Yun had some skill, the fact that a First-Turn Tribulation Realm cultivator could kill that Da Kun suggested it wasn’t *that* strong.
But this hawk-nosed man was a genuine Third-Turn Tribulation Realm cultivator, trained in the Mu Clan’s powerful secret techniques and capable of fighting above his level.
Yet he’d been wiped out in an instant?
Such an ability to leap realms was unheard of!
The Tianqiong Clan members quietly marvelled as well.
Especially the handsome man—he knew that if he faced the hawk-nosed man, he might not even come out on top.
In that case, if he were to fight Lin Yun, Lin Yun could probably crush him with ease!
Yu Ying, too, increasingly realised that Lin Yun was far more formidable than she’d imagined.
She’d once thought that, having reached her current level of strength, she could protect Brother Yun. But now she saw that her power still couldn’t compare to his.
“Young master! Young master!”
The white-haired elder of the Mu Clan called out repeatedly, but it was futile.
Then, he shot to his feet and glared at Lin Yun.
“You wretch… how dare you! You killed our young master!” The white-haired elder’s eyes blazed with boundless fury, as if he could incinerate Lin Yun on the spot.
“Why wouldn’t I dare? If you try to take what’s mine, you’ll pay a price!” Lin Yun’s tone was sharp, showing no sign of backing down.
If he didn’t strike hard, they’d really think he was a pushover.
And since they’d tried to kill him, why should he show mercy?
“The same goes for the other teams here. Anyone who wants to come after me had better be prepared to die!” Lin Yun’s voice cut through the air like a blade.
His words made all the teams present inwardly gasp—this kid was bold!
Though they hadn’t made a move yet, they were indeed coveting Lin Yun’s Frost Heart.
The white-haired elder’s gaze grew even more venomous as he looked at Lin Yun.
“Kid, it seems you have no idea how powerful my Mu Clan is. A force with three Eternals—do you think you can afford to offend us? Not only will you die today, but once we return, the Mu Clan will dig up everything about you and wipe out your entire lineage!!!” The white-haired elder roared, nearly bellowing the words.
“The Mu Clan? What’s that to me? I guarantee you won’t dare retaliate!” Lin Yun sneered.
When Lin Yun accepted this trial mission, Emperor Huoyun had told him that the treasure hunt would be fraught with danger and inevitable conflicts. The Emperor had encouraged Lin Yun to fight freely—as long as he could win on the spot, he needn’t worry about repercussions. The Emperor would back him up!
In other words, any faction Lin Yun offended during this mission wouldn’t dare seek revenge afterwards, because the Emperor would step in to settle things for him!
So what did Lin Yun have to fear?
Even if the Mu Clan lost a young master, they’d have to swallow their loss. Who told them to provoke Lin Yun?
His words struck the crowd like thunder.
“Where does this guy get such confidence? He’s just a rogue cultivator!” To those present, Lin Yun’s words seemed laughable.
The handsome man from the Tianqiong Clan gloated, “This overconfident fool might be a bit impressive, but killing someone from the Mu Clan is cutting off his own escape route. He’s in for a miserable end—a guy who gets a little strength and forgets his place.”
The Fourth Elder added, “Just watch. That Mu Clan elder will definitely act. No matter how good his realm-leaping skills are, there’s no way a First-Turn Tribulation Realm cultivator can defeat an Eighth-Turn.”
Sure enough, as soon as the Fourth Elder finished speaking, the white-haired elder of the Mu Clan drew a Holy Spirit-grade spear.
“Kid, I’ll use your life to honour our young master!”
The Mu Clan elder unleashed the terrifying aura of an Eighth-Turn Tribulation Realm cultivator.
His inner energy surged violently into the spear.
“Eighth-Turn Tribulation Realm, huh?” A trace of gravity flickered in Lin Yun’s eyes.
The opponent’s strength clearly put immense pressure on him.
But Lin Yun had no choice—he had to fight.
Today’s events stemmed from the Mu Clan’s arrogance, trying to kill and rob him. He could only meet them head-on.
“Fourth Elder, please help Brother Yun—I’m begging you!” Yu Ying pleaded desperately.
“Miss Ying’er, I can agree to your other requests, but helping him? Forgive me, I can’t. Even if the clan leader were here, he wouldn’t allow it,” the Fourth Elder replied.
“Brother Yun, I’ll fight alongside you! Even if we die, we’ll die together!” Yu Ying’s voice echoed in Lin Yun’s mind via telepathy.
In her eyes, Lin Yun might very well die in this battle, and she couldn’t bear to just watch.
Even if it meant dying together!
Lin Yun immediately replied telepathically, “Xiao Ying, don’t come. Stay on the sidelines and watch. I can handle this—trust me.”
When Lin Yun said he could handle it, it was partly to comfort Yu Ying.
Facing an Eighth-Turn Tribulation Realm opponent, he had no real confidence.
At that moment, the white-haired elder of the Mu Clan thrust his spear, which erupted with dazzling golden light, hurtling towards Lin Yun.
Wherever the spear passed, the very space trembled violently, emitting a thunderous roar that shook the heavens!
“Eighth-Turn Tribulation Realm—truly powerful.”
Feeling the might of this strike, Lin Yun’s eyes grew solemn.
But he had no retreat—only battle!
Shadow Sword Technique, Fourth Form!
The inner energy in Lin Yun’s dantian poured out like a flood, roaring as it surged into his sword.
Divine consciousness, fused Mysteries, Eleventh Layer of Taixu Power, Demon Bone—every technique Lin Yun had, he unleashed in full!
Against an Eighth-Turn Tribulation Realm foe, he had to give it everything!
The onlookers watched the battlefield intently.
“They’re really fighting!”
“A First-Turn Tribulation Realm against an Eighth-Turn—this is pure slaughter. What suspense could there be?”
“That guy’s too full of himself. Killing the Mu Clan’s young master sealed his fate.”
The crowd buzzed with discussion. In their eyes, this was a one-sided massacre with no uncertainty.
The gap in realms was simply too vast!
