In the arena.
Lin Yun and Wu Tong stood facing each other, the surrounding crowd having retreated to give them ample space.
“Lin Yun, you’ve brought this on yourself—don’t blame me!” Wu Tong unleashed the full force of his Seventh Transcending Tribulation Realm aura without restraint.
The next moment, he spread his hands, revealing a pair of war hammers.
“Die!”
Wu Tong lunged forward, his hammers carrying immense power as they smashed towards Lin Yun.
“Commander Wu’s attack is so fierce—an ordinary Fifth Transcending Tribulation Realm cultivator would die or be crippled if they took it head-on! Even a Sixth Transcending Tribulation Realm would struggle to withstand it. The lord is in danger!”
All eyes were glued to the arena, watching Wu Tong’s terrifying assault. Many held their breath for Lin Yun.
“Haha, arrogant fool, die!” The thirty-some unyielding Dongguo Party generals sneered, eagerly anticipating Wu Tong’s victory.
In the arena.
Facing the hammer’s devastating force, Lin Yun swiftly raised his sword. Purple light flickered on the blade, and he swung it forth.
“It’s a Heavenly Dao-grade weapon!” The crowd erupted in astonishment upon seeing Lin Yun’s sword.
Such a weapon was legendary to them—known only from texts, never seen in reality!
In the arena, their attacks clashed instantly.
Clang!
A dazzling burst of light erupted at the point of impact, with terrifying shockwaves rippling outward, quickly dissipating under the influence of the world’s energy.
Even so, the ground trembled, and all the plants and trees in the courtyard were obliterated.
The crowd looked closely—both fighters were forced back a step, but Lin Yun appeared unharmed.
“The lord blocked that strike with ease!”
Everyone’s eyes lit up.
“Though the lord’s Heavenly Dao-grade weapon gives him an edge, they’re still four realms apart. The gap between Heavenly Dao and Holy Spirit grades isn’t that vast, is it?”
“To block such an attack at Third Transcending Tribulation Realm—it’s not just the weapon but the lord’s own remarkable strength!”
…
Lin Yun’s ability to counter Wu Tong’s strike at Third Transcending Tribulation Realm earned him newfound respect.
In the battlefield.
“He’s unharmed!” Shock flickered in Wu Tong’s eyes.
To him, that attack should have easily killed a Third Transcending Tribulation Realm cultivator, or at least maimed a Fourth or Fifth!
“I don’t believe it!”
Wu Tong roared, unleashing even greater power. His hammers surged towards Lin Yun again!
His divine sense, strength enhancements, and all techniques erupted in full.
“Come on!” Lin Yun gripped his Purple Qiong Sword and met him head-on!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
They clashed fiercely.
Powerful shockwaves spread unchecked, and Huo Zhen and others rushed forward to mitigate their spread.
Outside the manor.
Rumble! Rumble!
The onlookers outside felt the ground quake, space tremble, and blinding light burst from the manor, illuminating dozens of miles like daylight.
Though far from the battlefield, the commotion still sent shivers through them.
“What terrifying noise—has fighting broken out inside?”
“Only Transcending Tribulation Realm experts could cause such a stir. Who’s winning?”
“The new lord is young, and the city guard is under Commander Wu’s control—likely the lord’s at a disadvantage…”
…
The crowd buzzed with speculation.
Inside the manor.
The battle’s intensity kept escalating.
“Look, the lord’s divine sense is ultra-divine!”
“He’s only in his forties—reaching Mahayana realm so fast is already astounding, yet he found time to cultivate his divine sense to ultra-divine?”
“Look, the lord seems to have fused seven profundities!”
“My eyes aren’t deceiving me, are they? Seven profundities fused! How… how did the lord master so many fields to such heights in just forty years? It’s unreal!”
“No wonder the emperor took him as a disciple—the lord is truly extraordinary!”
…
The watching city guard generals and soldiers gaped at the battlefield, exclaiming in awe.
Lin Yun’s relentless display of techniques left them stunned.
Boom!
At that moment, the battle’s ferocity surged to a new level. With an even fiercer clash, a torrent of power sent Wu Tong flying back, crashing into the ground and leaving a deep crater.
All eyes turned to the pit, where Wu Tong’s hands gripped the edge, dragging himself out, covered in dirt, utterly disheveled.
“Hiss… Commander Wu’s actually been defeated!”
The crowd gasped in unison.
Lin Yun, at Third Transcending Tribulation Realm, had beaten Wu Tong, a Seventh—a possibility none had considered at the start!
They finally understood why Lin Yun dared challenge him.
It wasn’t folly—Lin Yun truly had the strength.
“You… you…” Wu Tong, battered, stared at Lin Yun in horror.
Even now, he could hardly believe Lin Yun was this powerful—a mere Third Transcending Tribulation Realm against his堂堂 Seventh.
Yet the truth was he’d lost.
“Wu Tong, you’ve lost. Per our agreement, you may end your life. I gave you the chance to challenge me—I’ve been more than fair,” Lin Yun said, standing with his sword.
“You only bridged the realm gap with that Heavenly Dao-grade weapon and superior swordsmanship!” Wu Tong roared hysterically.
“What? Still not convinced?” Lin Yun’s brow furrowed.
“Convinced? I haven’t lost! You think I’m out of tricks?” Wu Tong suddenly grinned, a sinister edge to his smile.
“Lin Yun, let me show you my true trump card!”
As he spoke, Wu Tong shook his arms, shredding his sleeves to bare them.
“Demon-Slaying Hands!”
His arms glowed with blood-red light, swelling rapidly as immense power gathered within.
“Thunder Demon Hammers!”
Wu Tong lunged forward, his blood-lit arms gripping his hammers, smashing towards Lin Yun with amplified force!
The hammers wailed mournfully as they passed, collapsing the very space around them!
