Lin Yun had no intention of hiding. This time, he was back for a bold, unapologetic revenge!
“Back for revenge?” The guards at the Star Martial Empire’s teleportation point were stunned.
Lin Yun gazed at the distant sky.
That was where the Heaven-Slaying Alliance had ambushed him and the Heavenly Sword Sect, where the battle had erupted.
That fight had entangled so much.
Eleven major sects united, nearly driving Lin Yun to a dead end!
The Wanderer, Du Yuanzi, intervened for him, and Sister Mo Qing…
Even the Hong Tower Master stepped in, shielding Lin Yun, giving him a chance to escape.
Yet, he was still hunted to a corner, with no way out, forced to plunge into the Demonic Beast Mountains, resolved to die before letting the Heaven-Slaying Alliance capture him…
Memories flashed through Lin Yun’s mind.
The Star Martial Empire held too many debts and grudges!
“I swore that if I ever returned alive, I’d make the Heaven-Slaying Alliance tremble! Every single person involved, not one will escape!”
“Today, I, Lin Yun, am here to fulfill that vow!”
Lin Yun’s fists clenched, his eyes bloodshot, a terrifying killing intent surging from him, spiking the surrounding temperature.
Huo Zhen, Liang Yuan, and the others nearby were startled by Lin Yun’s expression.
They’d seen the refined, genial Lin Yun, even angry at times, but never this ferocious!
His killing intent was chilling, bone-rattling.
“No idea who crossed Brother—he’s a monster. They’re in for it now!” Yang Wan muttered.
Lin Yun turned to his forces.
All personal guards had teleported in.
He spoke, “All generals, heed my command!”
“Lord!”
The 10,000 guards answered in unison, their voices earth-shaking.
“Follow me!”
Lin Yun summoned his flying vessel and boarded.
Huo Zhen, Liang Yuan, Yang Wan, Wei Qi, Zhao Hu, and Meng Shan leaped aboard.
The 10,000 guards followed swiftly.
The vessel launched, streaking away like a comet!
The Star Martial guards stared at the vanishing vessel, dazed, before snapping back.
“Quick! Report to the empire! He’s back! Lin Yun’s back!” a centurion roared.
They sensed that this man, who shook the empire over a decade ago, had returned after years of silence.
His kingly return would likely rock this world again!
…
Star Martial City, Imperial Palace.
Emperor Star Martial was reviewing letters.
“The demonic clan’s getting restless,” he remarked.
A guard entered.
“Your Majesty, news from below—Lin Yun, the Ten Thousand Flowers Conference champion, has appeared,” the guard reported.
“Lin Yun?” A flicker of surprise crossed the emperor’s eyes.
He hadn’t heard that name in over a decade, nearly forgotten until now.
“Wasn’t he dead? Why’s he back? Is this confirmed?” the emperor questioned.
When Lin Yun vanished into the Demonic Beast Mountains, the emperor assumed him dead and paid no further attention.
Having lived millennia, he’d seen countless geniuses rise and fall, growing indifferent. ‘Lin Yun’ was but a fleeting ripple in his long life, insignificant in his vast history!
“Your Majesty, it’s absolutely true. He came via teleportation from the Huoyun Empire! Our guards saw him, and he declared he’s back… for revenge…” the guard said.
“He survived the Demonic Beast Mountains? Quite the lucky one,” the emperor mused.
His tone shifted, “But revenge after just a decade? Absurd! Laughable!”
He sneered, “In so little time, he likely hasn’t even reached Transcending Tribulation Realm. Even if he’s freakishly talented and made it, he’s a novice at best. Take on the Heaven-Slaying Alliance? He’s just walking into death.”
“Your Majesty, the teleportation guards said he didn’t come alone—brought about 10,000 people,” the guard added.
“Without any backing, 10,000 are just a rabble,” the emperor dismissed.
He waved, “Leak this to the Heaven-Slaying Alliance. Ignore the rest. Leave.”
With pressing matters at hand, the emperor had no time for this ‘trifle.’
“Yes!” The guard bowed and left.
…
Meanwhile.
Lin Yun pushed his flying vessel to its limit!
At full speed, it was terrifyingly fast, though it burned spirit crystals at an alarming rate—irrelevant to Lin Yun now.
On the vessel.
Lin Yun stood at the bow, gazing pensively at the horizon.
The 10,000 guards, Huo Zhen, and the others stood on the deck, disciplined and orderly.
The guards wore black cloaks over their gleaming Huoyun Armor.
Since they were from the Huoyun Empire for revenge, openly wearing its armor might cause issues.
Lin Yun had them don cloaks before leaving Dongyuan Prefecture.
Huo Zhen approached.
“Brother, are we heading to your enemies now?” he asked.
“Before crushing them, I have something more important to do,” Lin Yun said, staring ahead.
“Visiting old friends?” Huo Zhen guessed.
Lin Yun paused, then said, “Going home!”
The vessel sped toward the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Over a decade away, Lin Yun didn’t know how the Star Martial Empire’s dynamics had shifted.
He was even less sure about the Heavenly Sword Sect’s state—were the sect master and elders still well?
“Hm? Activity?”
Lin Yun sensed a large-scale battle below, with significant forces on both sides!
He lowered the vessel, extending his divine sense to probe.
“An old acquaintance!” Lin Yun was surprised.
He immediately steered the vessel into a dive.
