“Arrogant fool, you think I can’t handle you? Now, witness the true blade techniques of our Baili Clan!”
“Silver Wing Blade Art, Burning Moon Form!”
Boom!
With Elder Mu’s furious shout, a terrifying fluctuation surged wildly from his warblade!
“It’s our Baili Clan’s signature, Silver Wing Blade Art!”
“Elder Mu is finally getting serious. Let’s see how this kid handles it!”
The Baili Clan members grew excited upon seeing this move.
In the battlefield.
“Kid, many of your skills impress me, but I refuse to believe your swordsmanship can surpass my Silver Wing Blade Art!”
As Elder Mu spoke, the radiance on his warblade peaked, as if silver wings shimmered on it, exuding an unmatched, piercing aura.
The next moment, he struck!
The warblade transformed into a tongue of fire, sweeping across the sky, incinerating and collapsing the space it passed.
“What a powerful blade technique. It’s likely Heavenly Dao-grade, isn’t it?”
“But my swordsmanship isn’t inferior!”
Shadow Sword Art, Sixth Form!
Lin Yun’s eyes blazed with fighting spirit. His sword gleamed, and he slashed fiercely.
Boom!
Under the crowd’s gaze, the fiery tongue and radiant purple-gold light collided.
A staggering force erupted, shaking the space within a ten-mile radius.
The terrifying clash was like two meteors colliding!
At the center of the radiant collision, both were forced back, their fierce exchange leaving onlookers in awe.
“What? That kid still hasn’t lost ground?”
The crowd was shocked by the clash.
“How is this possible?!”
“Elder Mu used the Silver Wing Blade Art and still couldn’t gain the upper hand?”
The Baili Clan members were filled with disbelief.
This was their clan’s signature blade technique!
In the battlefield.
As soon as Lin Yun stabilized, he turned into a blur, his dark eyes flashing with a fierce glint.
“Now, it’s my turn to strike back!”
Heaven-Shaking Hand!
With a thunderous shout, Lin Yun’s palm changed color, surging with a heart-palpitating fluctuation.
His inner energy poured out wildly, with divine sense, mysteries, Withered Silence, and demon bone all channeled into his sword.
When the power reached its peak, Lin Yun gripped his sword and slashed.
Shadow Sword Art, Sixth Form!
Rip!
The sword sliced through, tearing space apart, vanishing into the void, and reappearing before Elder Mu the next instant.
Elder Mu’s face changed drastically. He frantically unleashed his inner energy, deploying all his techniques!
Bang!
As their attacks clashed again, the heavens trembled. A destructive fluctuation turned into a storm, sweeping outward!
Crack, crack, crack!
The ground split and spread wildly.
In the collision, Elder Mu’s figure was sent flying, crashing heavily into the ground a hundred meters away with a ‘thud,’ creating a crater.
Silence!
The scene fell into a deathly hush.
All eyes, filled with disbelief, stared at Lin Yun.
No one expected this young Nine-Turn Tribulation Realm cultivator to overpower Elder Mu, a Tribulation Realm expert, like this!
“Elder Mu!”
The Baili Clan members anxiously looked towards the crater, filled with worry.
Boom.
Elder Mu leapt from the pit, his feet slamming into the ground. Covered in dust, he looked utterly disheveled.
Though he appeared battered, he had only minor injuries.
As a Tribulation Realm cultivator with a late-stage Pure Yang Body, his defense was undeniably formidable.
“Tribulation Realm is indeed tough. Under that strike, you’re only lightly injured,” Lin Yun said, staring at Elder Mu with a sigh.
That attack was nearly Lin Yun’s strongest, and though he gained the upper hand, it couldn’t seriously harm his opponent.
To Elder Mu, Lin Yun’s words were piercing, the ultimate humiliation and trampling of his pride!
Elder Mu snapped his head up to Lin Yun, “Kid, I must admit, I underestimated you at first. You’re indeed strong, forcing me to this point!”
“Originally, this item shouldn’t be used lightly, but now, I have no choice.”
As Elder Mu spoke, he flipped his hand, and his warblade transformed, replaced by a new one.
The blade was dark red, with countless patterns faintly emanating a heart-palpitating fluctuation.
“A Heavenly Dao-grade weapon?” Lin Yun was startled.
“Exactly, a Heavenly Dao-grade weapon. You have one, and so do I!” Elder Mu grinned maniacally.
Lin Yun’s earlier advantage stemmed not only from his own strength but also from his weapon. His Heavenly Dao-grade weapon vastly outclassed Elder Mu’s Holy Spirit-grade one, bridging much of the gap.
This Heavenly Dao-grade warblade was a Baili Clan treasure. Given the importance of this spiritual treasure exploration, the clan leader had personally lent it to Elder Mu for emergencies.
It wasn’t meant to be revealed unless absolutely necessary.
“Kid, for crossing our Baili Clan, you’re as good as dead. Now, let’s end this!”
Elder Mu’s warblade erupted with blood-red light, his inner energy pouring in wildly, whipping up endless gales.
“Silver Wing Blade Art, Burning Moon Form!”
With those words, Elder Mu struck like lightning, slashing fiercely at Lin Yun.
Amplified by the Heavenly Dao-grade warblade, the power of this move surged dramatically.
Lin Yun unleashed all his techniques, his sword turning into a purple stream of light, meeting the attack head-on.
Clang!
A terrifying collision erupted. The warblade’s power poured out like a flood, forcing Lin Yun to stagger back. The ferocious fluctuation roared, shaking space and trembling the earth!
“Kill!”
Elder Mu gave Lin Yun no chance to breathe, his warblade transforming into a torrent of flames, relentlessly attacking.
Clang, clang, clang!
Lin Yun kept defending and retreating, the battle’s tide completely turning.
“Damn it!”
As Lin Yun retreated, the terrifying energy battered him. Fortunately, his strong defense and Frost Heart protected him, allowing him to hold on.
