Chapter 24

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Chapter 24: The Execution of Lei Yuntian

Huang Xingchu’s smile froze on his face.

After a moment of silence, his expression darkened. “If we fight to the end, your Yi family, even with four innate experts, might not fare well.”

“You can try,” Yi Qianmo replied, drawing the black sword from his waist.

In an instant, Yi Danian charged at Huang Xingchu, while Yi Qianmo locked his gaze onto Lei Yuntian. “Old man, the past two days must have been hard for you.”

Lei Yuntian’s eyes narrowed. He knew the boy’s meaning all too well. Losing his grandson, then his eldest son, both at the hands of this youth—it was enough to break anyone. If not for his cultivation, the sorrow alone might have claimed him.

“Little beast, die!” Lei Yuntian roared, swinging his sword toward Yi Qianmo.

Simultaneously, Yi Tianyang clashed with the Lei family’s guest, Mr. Hu, while Yi Tianyu engaged Huang Lixing.

The remaining guards watched silently, retreating to the sidelines. Though the Yi family had the upper hand, the guards dared not choose sides openly. They knew that whoever lost today would bring them nothing but ruin.

The Lei family’s Thunder Sword was famous throughout Green Cloud City, known for its force and speed. The clang of swords rang out as Lei Yuntian unleashed the full power of this technique, pressing Yi Qianmo back step by step.

“Impressive,” murmured an onlooker. “With this suppression, as long as Yi Qianmo can’t use the Great Yi Sword Technique, the battle is over.”

“True,” another whispered. “The Thunder Sword’s heavy strikes and lightning-fast speed leave no room for retaliation. Yi Qianmo may be talented, but his lack of battle experience is clear.”

The crowd’s murmurs reflected their thoughts: Lei Yuntian’s decades of combat experience gave him a clear edge.

Lei Yuntian shared their confidence. As long as he continued to suppress Yi Qianmo, the boy would have no chance to turn the tide.

Yi Qianmo’s retreat brought him to the threshold of the hall. Sensing an opportunity, Lei Yuntian poured all his energy into his sword for a decisive strike.

“Clang!”

The swords clashed violently, sending sparks flying and a thunderous echo through the hall.

When the light faded, Lei Yuntian’s expression twisted in disbelief. Blood dripped from his torn palm, his grip on his sword faltering.

“He stopped it!”

Gasps echoed through the crowd as they realized Yi Qianmo had interrupted Lei Yuntian’s finishing blow.

Yi Qianmo smirked coldly. “In front of me, you have no right to wield a sword.”

Using the doorframe for leverage, Yi Qianmo surged forward. His energy exploded, forcing Lei Yuntian back with a powerful strike.

Before Lei Yuntian could regain his footing, Yi Qianmo was already upon him, his strikes relentless.

“Your technique is riddled with flaws,” Yi Qianmo sneered. “It might impress lesser fighters, but in front of me, it’s nothing more than child’s play.”

Three heavy strikes in quick succession forced Lei Yuntian into full defense, gripping his sword with both hands.

“Focus your energy into one point,” Yi Qianmo instructed mockingly. “Let it explode in a single strike. That is a heavy sword.”

Lei Yuntian’s humiliation deepened as he realized Yi Qianmo’s understanding of swordsmanship surpassed his own.

“Now, let me teach you what a swift sword is,” Yi Qianmo said.

“Enough!” Lei Yuntian roared, unwilling to accept this humiliation.

But as Yi Qianmo thrust his sword forward, it was as if the blade carried countless variations. No matter where Lei Yuntian tried to defend, he couldn’t stop the strike.

“Pu!”

The sword pierced Lei Yuntian’s flesh.

The crowd gasped. Yi Qianmo’s thrust had been straightforward—no tricks, no flourishes—yet Lei Yuntian couldn’t block it.

Yi Qianmo didn’t stop there. Each thrust of his sword landed cleanly, piercing Lei Yuntian’s body again and again.

By the time he finally stopped, Lei Yuntian was drenched in blood, his body trembling from exhaustion.

“Old Dog Lei,” Yi Qianmo said coldly, “have you learned your lesson?”

Lei Yuntian’s face was pale, his energy depleted. He knew he had lost—utterly and completely.

But even in his defeat, his pride refused to die. “I will kill you!” he screamed, gathering what little energy he had left for a final, desperate attack.

Yi Qianmo moved like lightning, his blade flashing in the light.

A moment later, Lei Yuntian’s head fell to the ground.

The hall fell silent.

Yi Qianmo stood tall, his sword dripping with blood. His calm, commanding presence left no room for doubt. The Yi family had triumphed.