Chapter 180
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Chapter 180: Bitter Battle
Countless Sword Energy streaks suddenly tore through the sky—ruthless as the heavens themselves. Thousands of these energies coalesced into a Heavenly Sword that slashed down without mercy.
Everyone felt the world might crumble. This attack surpassed all imagination. Even Elder Lan and others inhaled sharply, barely trusting their eyes.
Above the Martial Hall, the dark-red Heavenly Sword formed from countless Sword Energy strands dyed the sky crimson. Crushing pressure radiated from it, sharp sword arcs stabbing into every onlooker’s heart.
Ye Yun stood motionless, face calm, eyes devoid of panic.
"The Heavenly Sword’s might lives up to its name," Ye Yun suddenly chuckled. His ability to smile under such pressure showed the Ruthless Heavenly Sword’s force didn’t overwhelm him.
Though Ye Yun’s cultivation level remained ordinary, his Soul Willpower stood peerless beneath the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Murong Wuhen’s sword strike held terrifying power, yet lacking true Foundation Establishment pressure, it failed to intimidate Ye Yun. Its raw destructive force, however, eclipsed even Ye Yun’s Thundercloud Lightning Sword third form—Divine Thunder Annihilation.
The true danger lay in its inevitability—no angle offered escape. Only direct confrontation remained.
Ye Yun stared upward as the Unfeeling Sword descended like a massive wave tearing through reality. Purple Shadow gleamed in his grip, ripples spreading from its blade.
True Qi flooded from his body into Purple Shadow in an instant. A fierce glint flashed in Ye Yun’s eyes as he thrust upward.
The Heavenly Sword crashed down while Purple Shadow shone like the night’s brightest star.
CLANG!
The collision hurled Ye Yun backward with immense power. Explosive energy waves boomed across the plaza as the dark-red sword struck the ground, carving a half-inch fissure in Earth Yao Stone—material known to withstand Qi Refining Stage assaults unscathed, even against top-grade spiritual weapons.
Elder Lan and Grand Elder Chunyu Yan exchanged stunned looks. Had that strike hit them, the damage would’ve been catastrophic.
Murong Wuhen sheathed his sword coldly, hands clasped behind him as Ye Yun flew backward. His smirk mocked Ye Yun’s defiance. Though the strike drained his True Qi and caused internal injuries, slaying Ye Yun justified the cost.
"Stubborn fools meet fitting ends."
Elder Mu blinked before erupting in cheers.
"What end?"
Ye Yun’s voice rang out as he rose slowly, uncorking a green vial. Medicinal fragrance bloomed. Blood trickled from his lips, but fear never touched his eyes as he drained the vial.
Stepping forward, he grinned. "Senior Wuhen, that strike nearly finished me."
Murong Wuhen’s eyes widened—how could Ye Yun stand after that blow?
"Well fought!" Elder Lan boomed. "The strike’s been endured. Will you honor your vow, Wuhen?"
Murong Wuhen’s icy gaze froze him. "Outsiders don’t speak here. Begone."
Elder Lan trembled, face purpling. No higher-up had ever addressed him so—let alone an outer sect elder.
"Murong Wuhen," Chunyu Yan frowned, "this crosses lines."
“Just like him, shut up,” Murong Wuhen glared coldly.
“You…” Chunyu Yan’s face darkened, speechless.
Ye Yun closed his eyes. The earlier sword strike had injured him badly, but he’d secretly swallowed a Purple Cloud Pill and drained Elder Seven’s medicinal liquid. His wounds healed rapidly as true qi surged wildly inside him.
“Murong Wuhen, seems you’ll break your vow today. No matter—it just reveals your true nature. Are all Murong clansmen this dishonorable?” Ye Yun shrugged casually.
Murong Wuhen’s face twisted. He hadn’t expected Ye Yun to remain standing. His mind raced.
Leaving now would preserve his reputation.
Attacking again would destroy his credibility forever in the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Yet sparing Ye Yun felt dangerous—a future threat growing if not crushed today.
“Since you took my strike, I’ll take yours. Fair’s fair,” Murong Wuhen said flatly.
The crowd buzzed at his shamelessness but stayed silent. None dared oppose him openly.
“So I was right,” Ye Yun smiled, his Purple Shadow Sword glimmering.
“Begin!” Murong Wuhen snapped.
“Simple it is.” Ye Yun thrust his sword slowly—no flair, no technique, just a straight stab.
An unavoidable strike, as Murong Wuhen had vowed to receive it.
Ye Yun’s true qi churned violently. Elder Seven’s unfinished medicine could replenish him instantly if drained. Hence, simplicity.
Murong Wuqing’s brow twitched in understanding but he didn’t hesitate, driving his Unfeeling Sword forward with equal slowness.
Their blades met with a faint clink. No shockwave followed—just precise tip-to-tip contact.
Both stood frozen in the Martial Hall plaza, swords locked.
“A draw?”
“Unbelievable!”
“Murong Wuhen’s power surpassed the Qi refining pinnacle—nearly Foundation Establishment!”
“Yet Ye Yun holds firm. This is pure true qi combat now.”
“Their feud’s beyond reconciliation.”
“Let them cripple each other.”
“Quiet! You’ll get us killed!”
Ye Yun felt Murong Wuhen’s true qi hammering through his sword, threatening to shred his organs.
True qi duels were brutally direct—no tricks, just raw power. Letting enemy qi invade meant death. Normally, fighters resisted externally.
But this was Ye Yun’s plan. With double the true qi from Elder Seven’s methods, he’d crush Murong Wuhen despite being weaker.
Murong Wuhen sneered as their swords crossed. Did this fool think the Murong clan lacked recovery methods?
He popped a pill. Instantly, his true qi swelled, overwhelming Ye Yun’s defenses.
“What pill is this?” Ye Yun panicked inwardly. He’d expected replenishment, not this explosive boost.
Now outmatched, Ye Yun teetered—one slip and Murong Wuhen’s qi would obliterate him from within.
What now?
