“Beg for mercy? Sorry, my dictionary doesn’t include begging. I’m here to issue a challenge!” Lin Yun declared, each word sharp and forceful.
“A challenge?” Prince Yi was momentarily stunned.
“Prince Yi, trained by the Tianqian royal clan, your strength must be formidable, right? We’re both at the Nine Revolutions Tribulation Realm. Dare to face me one-on-one in a duel, with some stakes on the line?” Lin Yun stood tall, his presence commanding.
“Challenge me? I control the situation here. What stakes could you possibly offer?” Prince Yi sneered disdainfully.
Lin Yun took a step forward, “I’ll wager my life! If I lose, I forfeit my life. If I win, you clear the way. Do you dare to accept this deal?”
Lin Yun’s tone shifted, “Prince Yi, with the royal clan’s training, your strength must be immense. Surely you wouldn’t shy away from a challenge from an ordinary rogue cultivator like me? Or are you afraid you can’t beat me? If that’s the case, then your title as prince is truly undeserved.”
These words were clearly meant to provoke him.
“Haha, I am the benchmark of the Tianqian royal clan’s younger generation, the future of the empire. How could I not be a match for an ant like you?” Prince Yi laughed heartily.
It was evident that Prince Yi’s arrogance was immense, much like Prince Jiyuan of the Huoyun Empire. He prided himself on the royal clan’s backing, having received their focused training and vast resources, believing himself invincible in his realm.
And their arrogance was not without basis—they had access to the best resources, including those that enhanced spiritual sense and physical body, bolstered by countless rare treasures.
“Be careful, Your Highness.”
“Relax, I can fight above my realm in the Tribulation Realm, and in the same realm, I’ve never met anyone who could match me. Since he wants to die understanding his defeat, I’ll grant him that!” Prince Yi said with a confident smile.
With that, Prince Yi stepped forward, drawing a Heaven-level treasured sword.
“To defeat someone like you, ten moves are more than enough!” Prince Yi sneered, staring at Lin Yun.
“Let’s see if you have what it takes,” Lin Yun replied with a smile.
“Die!”
Prince Yi gripped his sword, unleashing a torrent of internal energy. His blade turned into a blur, slashing towards Lin Yun with the full force of his Super God-level Seventh Grade spiritual sense and his profound mysteries infused within.
His aura as a Nine Revolutions Tribulation Realm cultivator was fully revealed.
Seeing this, Lin Yun swiftly drew his Ziqiong Sword. With a flash of sword light, he met the attack head-on with ferocious power, easily deflecting the strike.
“Prince Yi, aren’t you embarrassed by such a weak attack? You didn’t think this level of power could threaten me, did you?” Lin Yun laughed coldly.
Prince Yi’s expression darkened, anger flaring in his dark eyes.
His attack had indeed been underwhelming, as he hadn’t fully unleashed his strength. Still, against an ordinary Nine Revolutions Tribulation Realm opponent, that strike should have been enough to gain the upper hand.
“You ant, you won’t shed tears until you see your coffin!”
“Meteor Sword Technique, Moon-Grasping Form!”
Prince Yi let out a low shout, and the power of his sword surged dramatically, like a meteor crashing down, hurtling fiercely towards Lin Yun!
Shadow Sword Art!
Lin Yun’s sword also surged with power, meeting the attack head-on.
Clang!
A terrifying collision erupted, shaking the heavens and earth.
Lin Yun effortlessly blocked the strike once again.
Prince Yi’s sword rebounded with the force, and he swiftly struck again, his power climbing even higher.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
With each clash, Prince Yi’s attacks grew fiercer.
Lin Yun continuously escalated his techniques, unleashing swordsmanship, spiritual sense, profound mysteries, and demon bones to counter Prince Yi’s assaults.
“That guy’s strength… it’s incredible!”
The surrounding Tianqian royal clan members watching were all stunned.
They had assumed defeating Lin Yun would be effortless for Prince Yi.
But the battle was far more intense than they had imagined.
In the blink of an eye, nine moves had passed.
“Prince Yi, you said you’d defeat me in ten moves. Nine have passed, and only one remains!” Lin Yun said with a smile.
“You bastard!”
Prince Yi’s face alternated between green and red, his expression as ugly as could be.
“Watch my final move and see how I defeat you!”
Prince Yi’s body was enveloped in purple light, his power surging dramatically.
“Meteor Sword Technique, Tide-Swallowing Form!”
Whoosh!
Prince Yi’s sword danced, radiating dazzling light. The sword’s glow seemed to transform into a giant dragon, roaring with terrifying force as it charged towards Lin Yun!
“Not bad for a prince, quite a move!” Lin Yun remarked, observing the technique.
For someone at the Nine Revolutions Tribulation Realm, to unleash such an attack was indeed impressive. Against an ordinary opponent of the same realm, they would have been defeated long ago.
Even a Tribulation Realm expert, without a Heaven-level weapon, would face immense pressure from this move.
The prince’s foundation was indeed formidable—his weapon, swordsmanship, and secret techniques were the best in the Tianqian Empire, bolstered by rare resources that enhanced his realm, mysteries, and physical body.
Under normal circumstances, how could a same-realm opponent compete with such a figure?
Lin Yun’s lips curled into a smirk, “Unfortunately, it’s useless against me!”
As his words fell, radiant light burst from Lin Yun’s body, and the formidable power of his Myriad Forms Body erupted instantly.
Shadow Sword Art, Sixth Form!
“Slash!”
The Ziqiong Sword in his grip spun fiercely, carrying overwhelming power as it struck towards the sword-light dragon.
Buzz!
The sword-light dragon conjured by Prince Yi trembled under Lin Yun’s strike, holding for only a moment before shattering with a boom.
The tenth move was over!
“Prince Yi, ten moves have passed, and regrettably, you still haven’t defeated me,” Lin Yun said with a smile.
Then, his tone shifted, “You’ve had your turn attacking me. Now, it’s my turn to strike.”
“And I only need one move!”
As his words fell, Lin Yun’s palm rapidly darkened, a pulsating force surging from his hand.
Without a doubt, this was the Heaven-Shaking Hand!
His darkened palm gripped the sword hilt tightly, channeling his surging power, spiritual sense, mysteries, and other techniques into the blade.
The next moment, he struck!
Shadow Sword Art, Sixth Form!
Boom!
The sword transformed into a blinding purple streak, shooting towards Prince Yi, its terrifying power rippling outward, tearing through space.
With this strike, Lin Yun unleashed the Shadow Sword Art, Heaven-Shaking Hand, the late-stage Myriad Forms Body, spiritual sense, mysteries, and demon bones all at once.
“What?”
Sensing the terrifying power of this strike, Prince Yi’s pupils contracted sharply, his face paling.
He could clearly feel how horrifying this sword’s power was!
All he could do was grit his teeth and muster his full strength to meet the attack.
Boom!
The two sword shadows clashed instantly, unleashing a torrent of devastating power like a raging flood.
The heavens and earth trembled, with sand and stones flying!
In the midst of that heart-stopping collision, Prince Yi’s figure was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall of the hall behind him.
Even the incredibly sturdy hall shook violently, fine cracks appearing on its surface!
