Chapter 179

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Chapter 179: Unfeeling Heavenly Sword

"Clever tongue. Attack now—you get one chance," Murong Wuhen stated coldly, face impassive.

"Ah, shouldn’t *you* strike first, Brother Wuhen? One move decides this," Ye Yun chuckled.

Murong Wuhen sneered. "I’m granting you the privilege of a final attack."

"Since Brother Wuhen insists, I won’t hold back."

As Ye Yun’s words faded, his figure blurred. Purple light erupted from his palm, thunder instantly shaking the heavens.

"Divine Thunder Annihilation!"

Ye Yun held nothing back, unleashing his strongest technique. *If Murong Wuhen underestimates me, let him face the third form of Thundercloud Lightning Sword!*

Storm clouds churned. A lightning bolt thick as a child’s arm tore through the sky toward Murong Wuhen’s head.

Murong Wuhen hadn’t expected such decisiveness—the attack came within a breath of Ye Yun’s last word.

The lightning’s power surpassed all expectations. Murong Wuhen’s composure shattered. Though only at the sixth level of Qi refining stage, even elders like Mu and Lan at the pinnacle of Qi refining couldn’t withstand ten moves against him. Yet this strike chilled his core—he couldn’t block it.

A glint flashed in Murong Wuhen’s eyes. He surged upward, conjuring a rippling mirror above him.

*CRACK!*

The mirror shattered instantly. Lightning struck his body, flinging him back thirty paces. Only his defensive spiritual weapon saved him from injury.

"Impossible!" Murong Wuhen glared, face twisted.

By the Martial Hall entrance, Elder Lan and Grand Elder Chunyu Yan exchanged stunned looks.

"Did Ye Yun truly repel Murong Wuhen in one move?" the Grand Elder rasped.

"Indeed—the third form of Thundercloud Lightning Sword," Elder Lan confirmed, eyes alight.

"Preposterous!" Elder Mu sputtered. "That technique requires Thunder Spirit Qi! Only a handful in Heavenly Sword Sect’s history mastered it. How could some brat—"

"Then explain that strike," Elder Lan cut in coldly.

"Trickery!" Elder Mu insisted. "His sword must harbor lightning arrays—a top-grade spiritual weapon!"

"Or perhaps you covet the boy’s blade?" Elder Lan mocked.

Grand Elder Chunyu Yan intervened. "Elder Mu, Ye Yun *has* cultivated Thunder Spirit Qi."

Among the disciples, only Duan Chenfeng and Yu Minghong remained calm. Others gaped. Murong Wuhen’s strength rivaled the elders’—yet Ye Yun, who’d barely reached fifth level Qi refining during his trial slayings, had forced him back.

However, the previous move, Divine Thunder Annihilation, far surpassed everyone’s wildest expectations.

"Did my eyes deceive me? Was that lightning really unleashed by Brother Ye?"

"I couldn’t see clearly either, but it must have been him."

"Impossible! An attack of that magnitude would reduce people like us to ashes instantly."

"Did you notice his purple long sword? It might be a top-grade spiritual weapon."

"You ignorant fools. Brother Ye’s cultivation level reached the pinnacle of Qi Refining long ago. Haven’t you realized we can’t see through his true strength? We all thought he was still at the first level of Qi Refining!"

"So he’s been hiding his power! Even Murong Wuhen’s no match for him – unbelievable!"

"Not necessarily. That lightning might be his Celestial Technique. The Thundercloud Lightning Sword can be unleashed by comprehending Thunder Spirit Qi."

"Thunder Spirit Qi’s the rarest exotic spiritual energy! You think it’s as easy as plucking cabbage?"

"I believe Brother Ye’s truly mastered Thunder Spirit Qi!"

Disciples chattered nonstop, their astonishment reaching unimaginable heights.

In the martial arena, Ye Yun stood motionless as winds whipped his clothes.

"I underestimated you," Murong Wuhen admitted through gritted teeth, voice tinged with disbelief.

Ye Yun grinned. "Your turn now, Brother Wuhen. Block one strike and you’ll spare me, right?"

Murong Wuhen’s face darkened. If Ye Yun’s previous attack reflected his true power, surviving one strike would be effortless.

The nobleman’s eyes flickered as he wrestled with some inner turmoil.

"Very well," Murong Wuhen finally declared, resolve hardening his features. "Withstand one strike, and our feud ends… for now."

As Murong Wuqing’s younger brother, his exalted status usually deterred all challengers. Earlier, this "temporary truce" sounded like mercy – everyone assumed Ye Yun would perish instantly. Now, after witnessing Ye Yun’s power, the same words rang hollow.

Snickers spread through the outer disciples. Elder Lan and other elders, however, grew solemn sensing the ominous determination radiating from Murong Wuhen.

Ye Yun felt the oppressive aura first. This wouldn’t be any ordinary attack – likely some forbidden secret technique.

Purple light rippled around Ye Yun like liquid radiance.

"You sense it too," Murong Wuhen stated coldly. "This is one of my brother’s killing moves – Unfeeling Heavenly Sword!"

An ancient sword slowly materialized from his palm.

"I detest using this. At my cultivation level, it risks backlash." Murong Wuhen glared at the Unfeeling Sword. "This top-grade spiritual weapon contains my brother’s array. Its power challenges early Foundation Establishment cultivators. Speak your last words, Ye Yun."

Ye Yun shrugged. "My sword’s just pretty scrap metal. That earlier lightning? Mere ninth-tier Celestial Technique – couldn’t harm a hair on you."

Laughter erupted. Duan Chenfeng shouted: "We found that Purple Shadow Sword in a ditch!"

Even Yu Minghong stifled chuckles. Elder Lan’s shoulders shook faintly.

All knew better – that purple blade outshone medium-grade spiritual weapons. The earlier Divine Thunder Annihilation surpassed any ninth-tier technique.

Murong Wuhen’s face turned glacial. Sword light erupted from the Unfeeling Sword’s tip, piercing the heavens.

"Perish then! Unfeeling Heavenly Sword!"

Sword Energy exploded across the arena.