“A fool seeking his own death. Still, this works out well—once he’s dead, there’ll be no need to worry about Miss Ying’er getting entangled with him,” the Fourth Elder of the Tianqiong Clan muttered.
Yu Ying clutched the hem of her robe with both hands, her nerves on edge.
Though Lin Yun had assured her he could handle it, this was an Eighth-Turn Tribulation Realm opponent—how could she not be worried?
In the battlefield.
Boom!
With a earth-shattering roar, their first attacks collided.
The clash of their strikes wove together, unleashing a dazzling brilliance as their power erupted like a volcano!
In an instant, a storm whipped up around them. The shockwave surged outward with overwhelming force, reducing nearby buildings, trees, and rocks to rubble!
Amid the blinding light of the collision, Lin Yun’s figure was hurled backwards, crashing heavily into the ground some distance away!
“Pfft!”
As Lin Yun struggled to his feet, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face paling slightly.
“Eighth-Turn Tribulation Realm—truly formidable,” Lin Yun said, wiping the blood from his mouth, his expression growing even graver.
Even with the power he’d just unleashed, he couldn’t match his opponent’s attack.
Despite his strong defences, the impact still left his body reeling.
“Hm? Not dead?”
The white-haired elder of the Mu Clan, seeing Lin Yun rise from the ground, flashed a look of shock.
He’d been certain that his powerful strike would kill Lin Yun outright.
After landing that blow, he hadn’t even bothered to follow up, so confident was he that it would finish Lin Yun off—a testament to his faith in his own strength.
He hadn’t expected Lin Yun to withstand such an attack and still stand up stubbornly.
“He actually held on!”
The onlookers were equally stunned.
They, too, had assumed it would be a one-hit kill.
The white-haired elder of the Mu Clan stared at Lin Yun, “To take one of my attacks as a First-Turn Tribulation Realm cultivator—I must admit, you’re absurdly strong. But sadly, the outcome won’t change. You’re a dead man today—no suspense about it!”
“Die!”
With those words, he shook his arms again. His spear turned into a piercing gleam, shattering the void as it roared towards Lin Yun.
This attack was noticeably more powerful than the last!
The sight made Yu Ying’s heart leap into her throat. Though Lin Yun had told her he could handle it, he’d already been struck hard enough to spit blood—a clear sign of trouble.
“I’m still not strong enough! I still can’t protect Brother Yun…” Yu Ying’s heart ached.
She desperately wanted to help, but with her strength, she couldn’t intervene in a battle of this level.
In the battlefield.
“I can only give it my all!”
Facing the terrifying attack hurtling towards him, a glint of madness flickered in Lin Yun’s eyes.
At the same time, he reached behind him and unwrapped the Zijon Sword!
A Heavenly Dao-grade weapon—the Zijon Sword.
This was the first time Lin Yun had used it, and now was the moment to test its might.
“Shadow Sword Technique, Fourth Form!”
Lin Yun gripped the Zijon Sword tightly, pouring his inner energy into it like a狂潮 (raging tide) as he swung it forward!
The sword light surged, meeting the oncoming spear shadow head-on.
Divine consciousness, Taixu Power, fused Mysteries, Demon Bone—all his techniques were fully unleashed.
Using the Zijon Sword in combat for the first time, Lin Yun discovered that even with the same Fourth Form of the Shadow Sword Technique, its power was vastly greater!
In an instant, their attacks met.
Bracelet Power, Eruption!
Heaven-Shaking Hand, Second Layer, Eruption!
Lin Yun unleashed his final trump cards.
This was, without a doubt, the strongest attack he could muster within his current strength!
As Lin Yun played his last cards, their attacks collided head-on!
The terrifying power contained within their weapons erupted like a volcanic explosion, pouring out in that single moment!
Boom boom boom!
The ground trembled again, cracks splitting the earth!
“Good heavens, that kid can unleash such terrifying power? Is… is he really just First-Turn Tribulation Realm?”
“What… what kind of monster is this guy…?”
Everyone watching the battlefield was dumbfounded.
The sheer force of that collision instilled fear in most of the onlookers—it was utterly terrifying!
If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they’d never believe a First-Turn Tribulation Realm cultivator could create such a fearsome spectacle!
The next moment, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded.
In the battlefield, both Lin Yun and the white-haired elder of the Mu Clan were sent flying backwards by the impact!
In other words, Lin Yun had managed to shake an Eighth-Turn Tribulation Realm cultivator!
A First-Turn shaking an Eighth-Turn? This was beyond absurd!
“Pfft!”
Lin Yun, flung backwards and crashing into the ground, spat out another mouthful of blood.
Yet his eyes gleamed with excitement.
The power of the Heavenly Dao-grade Zijon Sword had exceeded his expectations and filled him with delight.
It was indeed far superior to a Holy Spirit-grade weapon.
Moreover, Lin Yun realised it could fully unleash the subtleties of his swordsmanship. He recalled what the old caretaker on the third floor of the treasure vault had said: Emperor Huoyun had personally imbued this sword with his own insights into the way of the sword.
Paired with Lin Yun’s use of Emperor Huoyun’s Shadow Sword Technique, the compatibility was extraordinary!
The Shadow Sword Technique itself was exceptionally powerful, surpassing many other Heavenly Dao-grade techniques!
“Even so, the fight ahead will still be tough,” Lin Yun thought. After a brief moment of joy, a sense of helplessness crept in.
He’d just given his all, yet he’d only managed to push his opponent back without dealing any real damage.
And his opponent hadn’t even used their true trump cards yet.
Once they did, Lin Yun would be powerless to resist, and defeat would be inevitable.
After all, there was a full eight-realm gap between them. Achieving this much was already remarkable.
Would he have no choice but to flee?
On the other side, the Mu Clan elder had steadied himself.
“How… how is this possible!?”
He took a deep breath, his face full of disbelief.
He, an Eighth-Turn Tribulation Realm cultivator, had been knocked back by a First-Turn?
This was an utter disgrace!
When he looked at Lin Yun again, a strange glint appeared in his eyes.
“Kid, who are you, really? If I’m not mistaken, that’s a Heavenly Dao-grade weapon you’re using, isn’t it?” the Mu Clan elder couldn’t help but ask.
His words sent a wave of shock through the crowd.
“A Heavenly Dao-grade weapon—it has to be!”
“This kid… he can actually wield a Heavenly Dao-grade weapon? What’s his background?”
…
Lin Yun had told them he was a rogue cultivator.
But how could a mere rogue cultivator possess a Heavenly Dao-grade weapon?
These were weapons used by Eternals!
A weapon of this caliber was enough to make these Tribulation Realm cultivators green with envy—enough to drive them mad!
And the sword techniques and methods Lin Yun employed were clearly extraordinary.
At this moment, everyone began to doubt Lin Yun’s identity.
Who was this guy, really?
Based on everything he’d shown so far, only a fool would believe he was just a rogue cultivator!
