Chapter 130

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Chapter 130: Killing for Treasure

A voice boomed from the heavens as golden light flashed, instantly drowning Qu Yiping. Blood sprayed wildly, his body exploding into a crimson blossom.

Ye Yun and the others stared in shock. Who had descended from the sky to slash Qu Yiping into fragments with a single sword strike?

The golden light faded, revealing a smirking man standing in a pool of blood. With a casual step, he plucked the Seven Absolute Devil’s Blade from the ground.

"Luo Wencheng!"

Ye Yun and Su Ling gasped in unison. None had expected Luo Wencheng—one of Absolute Sword Peak’s top ten disciples, the first to breach the third layer’s restrictions—to appear like this.

"So this is the Seven Absolute Devil’s Blade," Luo Wencheng mused, examining the blade. "Even if I fail my Foundation Establishment, this weapon could let me challenge my elder brother… perhaps even my Master."

Ye Yun frowned. Luo Wencheng’s sudden arrival was disastrous. At Qi refining stage level seven, the man could attempt Foundation Establishment any day. Against such power, Ye Yun’s group stood no chance.

"Brother Luo," Ye Yun forced calm into his voice, "weren’t you the first to enter the third layer? Why linger here?" If they could stall until Ouyang Wentian arrived, Luo Wencheng might be trapped—Hualun Hall’s collapse had sealed most exits.

Luo Wencheng chuckled, twirling the blade. "Treasure hunting in this cursed tomb? With my Master and brothers hunting me? Charging into Water Cloud Hall would be suicide."

"You’ve already found worthy treasures, then," Ye Yun pressed. "Qu Yiping opposed us repeatedly. Though Su Ling begged mercy for him earlier, we owe you thanks for slaying him."

"Save your gratitude." Luo Wencheng’s smile turned sharp. "I’m already Absolute Sword Peak’s traitor. The Heavenly Sword Sect means nothing to me now."

"Then we’ll take our leave." Ye Yun clasped his hands in formal farewell, pulling Su Ling backward.

"Leaving so soon?" Golden light flared around Luo Wencheng’s sword. "Empty your storage pouches, and I’ll honor our brotherhood by letting you walk away."

Ye Yun feigned confusion. "What could we lowly disciples possess? Even second-layer finds wouldn’t interest—"

"Those ice-fire spiritual weapons from the second layer." Luo Wencheng cut him off. "Medium-grade spiritual weapons. Hand them over."

With theatrical slowness, Ye Yun retrieved two objects—the Fire Flame Explosive Cloud and Ice Spirit Soul Lock. "Let me remove their spiritual seals first…"

"Enough stalling!" The golden sword’s point leapt to Ye Yun’s throat.

Thunder crackled as Ye Yun shoved Su Ling behind him. "The sect nurtured you, Brother Luo. There’s still time to—"

"Enough!"

The twin spiritual weapons hurtled through the air mid-shout. Fire and ice erupted—a blazing inferno colliding with glacial blue energy. Purple light burst from Ye Yun’s palm, rippling like liquid shadow as thunder shook the ruins.

Ye Yun didn’t hold back; once he acted, he went all out.

He executed the Thundercloud Lightning Sword to its limit.

Thundercloud Emergence!

Thunderous Strike!

Divine Thunder Annihilation!

Three moves unleashed seamlessly in one breath.

In an instant, the world drowned in a sea of lightning, leaving only the flames and ice energy undimmed in the sky.

Luo Wencheng’s eyes widened in shock. He never imagined Ye Yun possessed such treasures. Each of the three sword strikes grew stronger than the last. Even with his cultivation at the Qi refining stage level seven, he dared not face them barehanded.

He thrust his golden sword forward. A gentle golden light erupted from its tip—a sword arc howling through the air. This was the signature attack of Qi refining stage practitioners, channeling true qi through spiritual weapons.

But his underestimation proved fatal. To him, Ye Yun was merely a seventh-level body refinement novice. Even wielding a medium-grade spiritual weapon, such a foe shouldn’t pose a threat. A hundred Luo Wenchengs wouldn’t flinch!

Yet that sliver of contempt left him vulnerable. Raging flames morphed into a roaring dragon. From the icy blue glow, a frigid crystalline beam shot forth—a slender needle piercing the air.

The true menace came from Ye Yun’s purple long sword. Three Thundercloud Lightning Sword techniques merged, unleashing unimaginable power.

Crack!

The golden sword arc clashed with the ice needle. Its front froze instantly, halting mid-air.

The fire dragon surged past the immobilized arc, lunging at Luo Wencheng.

He scoffed. Without true qi fueling it, the Blazing Flame Explosion Ring’s flames couldn’t harm him.

The real threat loomed above. Guided by purple radiance, thunder gathered into a storm cloud. Lightning coalesced as deafening booms shook the sky.

Boom!

A heaven-shattering bolt crashed down from the compact cloud.

Luo Wencheng paled. This Divine Thunder Annihilation exceeded all expectations—no body refinement cultivator, not even mid Qi refining stage experts, could unleash such force! The triple sword fusion rivaled a late Qi refining practitioner’s full strike!

Snarling, he hurled a jade plate skyward.

Crash!

The divine thunder obliterated the plate to dust.

Flames engulfed him moments later.

“This is late Qi refining strength? Pathetic,” Duan Chenfeng mocked, watching Luo Wencheng struggle.

“Truly astonishing. Brother Ye’s incredible,” Yu Minghong agreed.

“Stop chatting! Move!”

Ye Yun and Su Ling shouted simultaneously, leaping hand-in-hand into the ocean.

“Why flee?” Yu Minghong blinked. A forceful shove sent him tumbling into the waves.

Duan Chenfeng understood instantly—those flames were mere distraction. As Ye Yun hit the water, both spiritual weapons dimmed and zipped back to his grasp.

Duan Chenfeng slapped Yu Minghong’s back before diving after them.

Kaboom!

The firestorm shattered, scattering embers everywhere.

“Fleeing? How childish!” Luo Wencheng roared. Though unharmed, the flames had scorched his eyebrow and hair, leaving him disheveled.

He couldn’t tolerate this humiliation—a mere outer disciple from the body refinement stage making Absolute Sword Peak’s top ten disciples look foolish!

As he dove seaward, a mirror materialized before him.

He jerked to a halt, nearly colliding with it. Ye Yun’s arsenal made him wary—what trick was this?

But it held no spiritual energy. A decoy!

Enraged, Luo Wencheng blasted true qi through his meridians, closing the distance in a flash.

Just as he reached Ye Yun…

Another mirror appeared.