Chapter 1722
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The next moment,
Ye Wushuang flicked his wrist, and the Tianyan Thunderbolt Grenade was launched directly. Originally, he had three grenades on him. One was used to kill Lu Han, and another was given to Yu Yourong, who detonated it during her fight with Qu Ziyi. Now, Ye Wushuang had only this one left.
Seeing the grenade coming, Yun Hongda knew it was impossible to dodge. In an instant, his spiritual energy surged, enveloping his entire body.
Boom… Boom… Boom…
Intense explosions detonated in mid-air. The earth-shattering aura spread in all directions.
Ye Wushuang had already retreated rapidly when he threw the Tianyan Thunderbolt Grenade, but even so, the terrifying blast still left his ears ringing.
The Tianyan Thunderbolt Grenade was capable of killing someone at the early or mid-stage of the Zhai Xing Hua Jing level, and even someone at the late stage could suffer severe injuries if they were not careful.
The explosions continued to erupt.
After a long while,
Deep craters appeared on the ground. In one of the craters,
Yun Hongda staggered to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
And at that moment,
Yu Yourong descended from the sky. Instead of recklessly attacking, she summoned the Lingtian Shield and smashed it directly towards Yun Hongda.
The Lingtian Shield was one of the seven famous imperial weapons of the Lingjian Pavilion, primarily for defense, but it was also formidable when used as an offensive weapon.
Sensing the howling wind behind him, Yun Hongda immediately reacted. He swung his arm backward and slapped out with a palm made of surging spiritual energy, over ten feet tall. It struck the Lingtian Shield with a resounding crash.
Boom!!
The low, muffled explosion echoed, and although Yun Hongda had not been severely injured by the Tianyan Thunderbolt Grenade, he had not yet recovered when Yu Yourong’s attack came. The impact sent him reeling backward dozens of yards, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.
However, before Yun Hongda could react, Yu Yourong, wielding a curved blade, struck from behind.
A blade filled with piercing coldness swiftly slashed across Yun Hongda’s back.
A gurgling sound followed.
Yun Hongda’s face turned pale, and he tumbled forward, rolling awkwardly on the ground before landing in a mud pit. He quickly stood up, panting heavily. His injuries had indeed worsened under this series of attacks.
Yu Yourong stood there, holding her blade, also breathing slightly heavily. She had exerted all her strength in both the throw of the Lingtian Shield and the blade strike; otherwise, she would not have been able to inflict significant damage on Yun Hongda.
At that moment,
Another scream of agony rang out. Yun Hongzheng had been killed by Tian Linzi.
Tian Linzi did not pay attention to Huo Ding and the other early-stage Zhai Xing Hua Jing fighter from the Yun family. Instead, he positioned himself behind Yun Hongda, together with Yu Yourong, keeping a close eye on him from both sides.
An injured late-stage Zhai Xing Hua Jing strong individual, when faced with two mid-stage Zhai Xing Hua Jing fighters working together, had a significant chance of being killed.
At the same time, on Yun Hongda’s left side, Ye Wushuang was also holding the Taiyuan Spirit Sword, staring at Yun Hongda.
“You little brat!”
Yun Hongda spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, glaring coldly at Ye Wushuang, and cursed, “I never expected to fall into your hands!”
“There are many things you never expected,” Ye Wushuang replied with a faint smile. “Yun Ping’s death was a warning from Yin Shenghao to your Yun family, telling you that the grudges between our Shengtian Sect and the Lingjian Pavilion are best left alone by outsiders, but clearly, your Yun family didn’t care!”
“Think our Shengtian Sect is definitely going to lose and the Lingjian Pavilion is bound to win?”
Yun Hongda sneered, “What does your Shengtian Sect have? Just one Yin Shenghao. So what if he’s reached the Sheng Tian Jing? Someone will deal with him.”
“That’s not your concern anymore,” Ye Wushuang stood there with his sword, his gaze calm. “Because you won’t be leaving this Burial Sage Cave.”
“I’ll kill you first!”
Before Yun Hongda finished his sentence, he moved, charging at Ye Wushuang at an incredible speed.
Tian Linzi and Yu Yourong immediately attacked Yun Hongda from both sides.
But this old man clearly knew that these people would not let him go without killing him. Even if he died, he had to take a swing at Ye Wushuang.
Therefore, Yun Hongda completely ignored the attacks from Tian Linzi and Yu Yourong, focusing all his efforts on killing Ye Wushuang.
Seeing Yun Hongda charging at him with bloodshot eyes, Ye Wushuang tightened his grip on the Taiyuan Spirit Sword and shouted, “Qing Shuang, let me see your true strength!”
In an instant,
A golden light burst from Ye Wushuang’s shoulder, growing from the size of a palm to over ten feet tall, its black and gold sheen flashing.
A gurgling sound followed.
Yun Hongda’s neck was now a fountain of blood, and his charging speed slowed.
Yu Yourong and Tian Linzi struck from both sides, decisively stabbing into Yun Hongda’s ribs.
Yun Hongda’s face was filled with disbelief.
What was that black and gold shadow?
How could its speed be so fast?
With a thud,
Yun Hongda knelt on both knees, looking up and shouting, “Yun Zhengye, run!”
At that moment, the middle-aged man who had been fighting with Elder Huo Ding, seeing Yun Hongda kneeling in blood, did not hesitate. He forced Huo Ding back and immediately fled.
Huo Ding, already injured and at the end of his strength, could not possibly chase after him.
Seeing Yun Zhengye run away, Elder Huo Ding could no longer hold on. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.
“Elder Huo!”
Bao Qiuling and Bao Yun’er, seeing this, rushed over with worried expressions.
Tian Linzi, seeing the man named Yun Zhengye fleeing, was about to chase after him.
“Don’t chase him,” Ye Wushuang stopped him, saying, “Inside this Blood Pit, some places are very dangerous. If you accidentally run into them, you might not be able to get out either.”
Tian Linzi nodded in agreement.
At that moment, the Golden-Winged Spirit Falcon had shrunk back to the size of a palm and perched on Ye Wushuang’s shoulder, looking extremely proud.
“Not bad. It seems you do possess the strength of the mid-stage Hua Jing. Your speed is even faster than that of the late stage,” Ye Wushuang praised with a smile.
The Golden-Winged Spirit Falcon flapped its wings, appearing very delighted.
Yu Yourong now had her curved blade pressed against Yun Hongda’s neck, her expression cold.
Ye Wushuang approached Yun Hongda and said indifferently, “Anyone who stands against the Shengtian Sect, anyone who wants to destroy the Shengtian Sect, I will kill one by one. No one will be spared.”
With that, Ye Wushuang waved his hand.
Without any hesitation, Yu Yourong turned her blade, leaving a circle of blood on Yun Hongda’s neck as his body collapsed limply to the ground.
“Elder Huo…”
At the same time, on the other side, Bao Qiuling’s mournful cry rang out.
Ye Wushuang looked over and quickly walked to where Bao Qiuling and Bao Yun’er were, looking at the fallen Huo Ding on the ground.
Huo Ding had a gash on his chest, with flesh torn and blood oozing out. His breathing was weak, and his face was as pale as paper.
“Let me take a look,” Ye Wushuang squatted down, and Bao Qiuling and Bao Yun’er quickly moved aside to make room.
