Chapter 128

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Chapter 128: The Furious Blade

Gentle green blade light flickered unpredictably, faint traces of evil intent swirling within its glow.

Qu Yiping’s entire demeanor shifted—now resembling a demon-possessed madman radiating an eerie aura.

"Ye Yun, caution! The Seven Absolute Devil’s Blade holds strange blade light no spiritual power can block," Duan Chenfeng warned, his lingering fear evident despite recovering from earlier.

Though unfamiliar with the blade’s true power, Ye Yun understood from Duan Chenfeng’s reaction this strike couldn’t be casually blocked. Despite matching mid Qi refining stage combatants in strength, his unshielded body remained vulnerable to invasive blade light and corrupting evil intent.

Whoosh!

The Seven Absolute Devil’s Blade swung horizontally without spectacular light or speed—a deceptively simple strike.

Yet this ordinary slash left Ye Yun no escape routes. The blade light tracked his every movement, promising fiercer assaults if he retreated.

Duan Chenfeng and Yu Minghong drew sharp breaths. This strike’s power and essence surpassed their comprehension. Duan Chenfeng struggled most—how had Qu Yiping silently surpassed him using this demonic blade?

Worry flashed across Su Ling’s face, yet her eyes stayed resolute. Unlike the shocked men, she trusted Ye Yun would emerge unharmed, perhaps even counter effortlessly.

Ye Yun’s calm face betrayed nothing. Smiling faintly, he stepped forward instead of back.

Suddenly, shimmering ripples cascaded from his Purple Shadow Sword.

Oceanic thunder rumbled—from skies above and depths below.

Crack!

Purple lightning struck sea, erupting ten zhang waves.

"Thundercloud Lightning Sword Second Form: Thunderous Strike!"

Ye Yun’s low shout accompanied his sword transforming into lightning. Electric snakes writhed across darkened skies as tempestuous waves churned below.

The lightning barrage engulfed Qu Yiping completely.

Driven by Purple Shadow Sword, this technique unleashed terrifying power despite lacking true qi—enough to slay early Qi refining disciples instantly.

Qu Yiping’s face twisted. He’d secretly reached Qi refining stage to eventually kill Duan Chenfeng’s group for treasures—especially Su Ling, whose Shadowless Peak lineage promised heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

But his unstable first level Qi refining cultivation made him hesitate. Then Ye Yun appeared, boasting third-layer exploration and potential gains.

After confirming Ye Yun’s seventh level body refinement, Qu Yiping relaxed. With true qi-enhanced Seven Absolute Devil’s Blade, victory seemed assured—Duan Chenfeng’s defeat proved its might.

He envisioned treasures beckoning—either becoming wandering cultivator or returning to Heavenly Sword Sect as valued inner disciple.

But when Ye Yun’s sword summoned sky-rending lightning, Qu Yiping realized his miscalculation. Though mastering three devil blade techniques, Ye Yun’s power dwarfed expectations.

His evil-infused strike froze mid-swing—completing it meant enduring Ye Yun’s thunderous counterattack. Surviving would leave him vulnerable to Su Ling and Yu Minghong.

The green blade faltered midair before whirling defensively, creating impregnable light-shadow barriers.

Boom!

Lightning hammered green blade light until both faded—dim radiance against dissipating electric snakes.

“How is this possible?” Qu Yiping roared, refusing to believe what he was witnessing. How could Ye Yun, merely at Body Refinement Stage Seven, unleash such devastating power with a single sword strike?

Gripping the Seven Absolute Devil’s Blade, his eyes brimmed with terror.

Ye Yun smiled faintly and stepped forward. “Senior Brother Qu, you haven’t fully mastered the Seven Absolute Devil’s Blade yet. You’re unable to execute this strike properly.”

Qu Yiping’s face hardened. “What did you obtain in the third layer, Ye Yun? How does your spiritual power surge so mightily?”

“What I gained matters not,” Ye Yun replied cheerfully. “Even if I told you, it’d be useless knowledge – you’ll be dead soon anyway.”

From the beginning, Qu Yiping had schemed to eliminate him, occasionally feigning retreat only to seek better opportunities. Previously, Ye Yun had bided his time when their strengths were comparable. But now, with clear superiority, he saw no need for restraint.

“As the Seven Absolute Devil’s Blade’s master, I won’t fall easily! Your arrogance blinds you!” Qu Yiping’s entire bearing had transformed since acquiring the demonic blade.

Ye Yun shrugged, eyes narrowing. “Doubt me? Then test your blade.”

Qu Yiping’s mouth twisted. “Push me too far, Ye Yun, and you’ll rue it!”

“I am pushing you,” Ye Yun chuckled. “What will you do?”

Rage contorted Qu Yiping’s features. He’d imagined himself the hunter with Su Ling and others as prey, yet Ye Yun’s intervention threatened to overturn everything.

Drawing a shuddering breath, Qu Yiping raised the Seven Absolute Devil’s Blade skyward. “Seven strikes embody seven evils that sway men’s hearts. The first two – wickedness and terror – were mere preludes. Since you insist… behold anger!”

Anger!

He spat the word without elaboration. Crimson light rippled across the blade, then reversed course to pierce Qu Yiping’s chest.

Trembling violently, the cultivator’s eyes flooded with bloody veins, his visage becoming monstrous. His aura swelled like storm-driven waves.

“You’ve left me no choice!” Qu Yiping snarled. “This strike demands life or death! Though it’ll drop my cultivation by one tier, crushing you insolent fools is worth the price!”

Anger!

The technique forced the blade’s wrath into his veins, igniting latent potential for a single cataclysmic attack.

Duan Chenfeng and Yu Minghong paled. Though mere Body Refinement stage cultivators, they recognized the dreadful transformation. The oppressive aura alone stifled their movements, let alone resisting the impending strike.

Ye Yun’s composure wavered. True spiritual pressure typically required Foundation Establishment stage soul refinement. While Qi Refining experts could project intimidating auras, strong will could resist those.

This was different. This pressure disrupted spiritual flows, hampering strength. Ye Yun felt his power quiver under invisible suppression.

Real pressure! Foundation Establishment-level force from a Body Refinement cultivator! The coming strike would surpass all expectations.

As Ye Yun inhaled deeply, the Purple Shadow Sword buzzed in his grip, thunder resonating from its blade. Rather than fear, the weapon thrummed with eager violence, its vibrations fueling Ye Yun’s own battle-lust.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” Ye Yun murmured to the sword. Suddenly, the weight lifting from his heart smoothed his furrowed brow into a grin.

“Very well. Let’s measure this ‘Anger’ strike’s worth.”

Smiling, he advanced.

Lightning tore the heavens as ink-black clouds swallowed the sky.