Chapter 24

Chapter 24: The Execution of Lei Yuntian

Huang Xingchu’s smile froze on his face.

After a moment of silence, he instantly changed his expression and said, "If we fight to the end, your Yi family, even with four innate experts, might not do well."

"You can try!"

Yi Qianmo drew the black sword from his waist.

At the first moment, Yi Danian charged at Huang Xingchu, while Yi Qianmo locked onto Lei Yuntian, "Old man, the past two days have been tough for you, haven’t they!"

Lei Yuntian certainly understood what he meant; first, he learned of his grandson’s tragic news, and then his eldest son was killed right in front of him by Yi Qianmo.

If he were not an innate master, at his age, he would have probably already died.

"Little beast, die!!!"

Lei Yuntian swung his sword at Yi Qianmo, and almost at the same time, Yi Tianyang faced off against Mr. Hu, the guest from the Lei family.

Yi Tianyu confronted Huang Lixing.

The remaining guards did not attack and retreated to the side. They were not foolish; even though the Yi family had the upper hand now, if they turned against them and the Lei family and Huang family won, they would definitely not have a good outcome.

The Lei family was also skilled in sword techniques, and the Thunder Sword was famous throughout Green Cloud City, even known as the strongest sword technique.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The shadows of the swords overlapped heavily, with a thunderous force. Vital energy clung to the swords, and the sound of metal clashing was so loud that it hurt the ears.

As soon as they began to fight, Yi Qianmo was pushed back repeatedly, with Lei Yuntian’s sword forcing him to only defend himself, having no chance to counterattack.

"The Thunder Sword is indeed as famous as they say; if it continues to suppress like this, with the two being evenly matched, as long as Yi Qianmo cannot use the Great Yi Sword Technique, the battle will end."

"That’s right, although Yi Qianmo has exceptional talent, with the Nine Yang Body and the Great Yi Sword Technique, he lacks experience. In a real fight, he is no match for the head of the family."

"It seems that the outcome is unpredictable; once the power of the Lei family’s Thunder Sword is unleashed, it cannot be stopped. The sword is heavy and fast, like a thunderstorm, with the speed of lightning. Unless his cultivation greatly surpasses Lei Yuntian’s, Yi Qianmo will ultimately still be lacking in experience."

Everyone standing to the side had their gaze fixed on Yi Qianmo and Lei Yuntian.

They knew the real breakthrough point was with Yi Qianmo and Lei Yuntian. Once the winner was decided between the two, the final result of the battle would be revealed.

Looking at the current situation, it was clear that Yi Qianmo was at a disadvantage and would remain so.

After all, no matter how high someone’s talent is, experience in battle takes time to build. Who is Lei Yuntian?

He has navigated Green Cloud City for decades, facing countless fierce battles and bloody storms to establish the Lei family today. How could Yi Qianmo compare?

Lei Yuntian thought the same, "As long as I keep pressing him down and prevent him from using the Great Yi Sword Technique, he will be finished!"

Just as Yi Qianmo retreated to the threshold of the hall, Lei Yuntian knew the opportunity had come. His energy surged and flowed into the sword. With this strike, Yi Qianmo had nowhere left to escape.

"Clang"

The swords clashed together, sending sparks flying and momentarily blinding those who looked. The sound was like a deep thunder ringing in their ears.

Everyone present closed their eyes and instinctively covered their ears.

"Impossible!"

Lei Yuntian’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at the scene before him.

Everyone else opened their eyes and saw Lei Yuntian’s hand, holding the sword, dripping with blood; his palm had been torn by great force.

His sword was tangled with Yi Qianmo’s, yet it did not overpower Yi Qianmo.

"It was interrupted!"

The people present all showed their surprise.

At that moment, Yi Qianmo stood with one foot on the ground and the other on the doorstep, firmly blocking Lei Yuntian’s sword, preventing him from advancing even a little.

When that sword came down, Yi Qianmo had forcefully interrupted Lei Yuntian’s attack!

Looking at the astonished Lei Yuntian, he sneered, "In front of me, you have no right to use a sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Qianmo used the strength of the door frame to push off with his left foot, and all his energy surged into the sword. With a loud "clang," he forced Lei Yuntian back.

"Clang!"

Before Lei Yuntian could steady himself, Yi Qianmo was by his side, striking down with his sword. Accompanied by a loud sound of metal hitting metal, Lei Yuntian’s whole body shook.

The energy in the sword scattered with that strike.

"Your sword technique has too many flaws. It might show some power against an average martial artist, but in front of me, it is not worthy of being called swordsmanship!"

Yi Qianmo’s sword came down, and right after that, he struck again. "Old man, today I will teach you what true swordsmanship is!"

Lei Yuntian was so angry that he coughed up blood. Before he could shout insults, Yi Qianmo’s sword had already come down.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Three strikes in a row, each one powerful. Lei Yuntian, who had just been overpowering Yi Qianmo, was now the one being overpowered.

Lei Yuntian, holding the sword with one hand, had no choice but to grip it with both hands.

"Focus your energy into one point, channel all your strength into the sword, and let it explode. This is called a heavy sword!"

Yi Qianmo said calmly.

Lei Yuntian looked at him, feeling not only surprise but also fear, for he realized that Yi Qianmo’s mastery of energy was even more profound than his own, despite having broken through for many years.

The Lei family’s Thunder Sword was certainly impressive; he knew that well. But after Yi Qianmo interrupted him with a single strike, he felt that holding his sword in front of Yi Qianmo made him feel like a child.

"Now, let me teach you what a swift sword is!" Yi Qianmo said as he swung his sword forward.

"You little beast, I won’t back down!"

Lei Yuntian’s face was filled with humiliation; after all, he was the head of the Lei family and had used a sword for decades.

Yet now, an eighteen-year-old boy was saying in front of so many people that he couldn’t use a sword and needed to be taught.

Even though deep down he felt he was not as good as Yi Qianmo, he absolutely could not admit it, and even more so, he could not lose face!

It was just a simple straight thrust, but Lei Yuntian felt that this thrust had countless changes; no matter where he tried to defend, he could not stop this sword from piercing him.

"Puh!"

The sword pierced into his flesh, and everyone stared at him, dumbfounded, because they saw that Yi Qianmo’s attack was just a straightforward thrust without any fancy moves, but Lei Yuntian showed no sign of trying to block it.

"Hiss!"

The crowd gasped; if it had been before, they would have thought Yi Qianmo was arrogant, but now they all accepted him wholeheartedly, and in addition, they felt a chill.

However, Yi Qianmo did not stop; he kept thrusting his sword, leaving no openings for Lei Yuntian.

Each thrust did not give Lei Yuntian any fatal wounds, it simply pierced his flesh and immediately pulled back. In just a moment, Lei Yuntian already had dozens of sword wounds on his body.

By the time Yi Qianmo stopped, Lei Yuntian’s clothes were completely soaked with blood, and he had become a bloody figure.

"Old Dog Lei, have you learned?" Yi Qianmo asked while holding his sword.

Lei Yuntian trembled all over; although his energy was gathered, his body felt weaker and weaker, a weakness from losing too much blood.

He knew he had lost, both in strength and sword skills, utterly defeated. The feeling the boy in front of him gave was only two words: terrifying.

If there were a way to regret decisions, thirteen years ago, he would have immediately killed Yi Qianmo.

"I will kill you!"

Lei Yuntian, in a rage, focused his energy, ready to fight desperately.

Yi Qianmo moved swiftly, swinging his sword as he brushed past, and immediately after, a head rolled on the ground.