Chapter 265
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Chapter 265: Ice Light Divine Thunder
“True yin and yang?”
A lazy voice sounded behind Su Yinxue. The crowd turned to see Ye Yun rising slowly.
“Ye Yun!”
Su Yinxue tilted her head slightly. As she watched him approach, the stubbornness in her eyes vanished completely, replaced by a soft smile.
“Thank you!” Ye Yun nodded gratefully. “I’ll handle it from here.”
All resistance gone, Su Yinxue dipped her head obediently. A smile bloomed on her face as she retreated toward Su Ling’s group.
“Murong Wuhen. We meet again.” Ye Yun smiled.
Murong Wuhen maintained his calm demeanor. Though he’d been battling Su Yinxue, his attention never left Ye Yun. The youth had clearly broken through to the third level of Qi refining.
Before entering the Soul-Cutting Mountains, Murong Wuhen had thoroughly researched both Shadowless Peak leaders. Su Yinxue’s cultivation posed no threat—his own power, having recently reached the foundation establishment stage with mastery of yin-yang fusion, could rival third-level Foundation Establishment experts. Crushing her would be effortless.
But Ye Yun remained an enigma. While Murong Wuhen’s own cultivation skyrocketed, Ye Yun’s progress—though faster than average—lagged behind true geniuses.
Third-level Qi refining? Impressive for his tier, but how much difference could one level make? Cultivation gaps couldn’t be bridged by brute strength alone, especially regarding law comprehension.
Rumors claimed Ye Yun at second-stage Qi refining could barely withstand first-level Foundation experts. Now at third level—what new heights might he reach?
Yet Murong Wuhen dismissed his doubts. With power matching third-level Foundation experts, how could this boy possibly threaten him?
“Ye Yun,” Murong Wuhen clasped his hands behind his back. “I saw great potential in you initially. Had you followed me, the Golden Pill Dao would’ve been within reach. But you keep choosing wrong. Here’s your final chance: submit now, and all past offenses are forgiven. Refuse… well, you know the outcome.”
Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed playfully. “What outcome? I’m curious!”
“Stubborn till the end.” Murong Wuhen’s voice chilled. “Don’t blame me for what comes next.”
Laughter burst from Ye Yun. “You’re the stubborn one! How many refusals does it take? Only a fool keeps asking. Brother Wuqing would never spout such nonsense!”
Murong Wuhen’s face hardened. “A third-level Qi ant dares mock my brother? You court death!”
Blue light glowed between his fingers, forming a crescent radiating biting cold.
Ye Yun’s eyebrows shot up. “Ice Spirit Qi? Interesting.”
“Too late for regrets!” Murong Wuhen lunged forward. His right hand flared with azure light, hurling an ice arrow at Ye Yun’s face with terrifying speed.
“Frostglare Arrow!”
The projectile crossed ten zhang instantly.
All humor left Ye Yun’s face, replaced by fierce anticipation.
“THUNDEROUS STRIKE!”
He thrust his palm skyward. Purple lightning crackled around him as thunder boomed overhead. When he clenched his fist, the storm condensed into a single sizzling bolt that launched toward the icy projectile.
CRACK!
The colliding energies exploded violently. Ice shards sprayed outward while the lightning morphed into writhing electric snakes that danced briefly before fading—leaving only distant thunder echoing through the mountains.
The light and shadow dissipated as both stood their ground, neither having retreated half a step. This exchange appeared evenly matched, with neither gaining the upper hand.
“Never thought you’d grow strong enough to confront me directly,” Murong Wuhen remarked, genuine surprise coloring his tone. He hadn’t expected a disciple who shouldn’t have crossed paths with him to reach such heights.
What stunned him most was Ye Yun’s mere third level of Qi refining cultivation. Yet that earlier Thunderous Strike had not only blocked his Azure Ice Light Arrow but shattered it completely, both attacks dissolving into nothingness.
Ye Yun chuckled. “I’m still far beneath Senior Brother Wuhen. While I linger at the third level of Qi refining, you’ve already reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Such speed is humbling—you must be the Heavenly Sword Sect’s foremost talent.”
Murong Wuhen’s brow furrowed briefly. “Your words hold truth. I once believed only my elder brother rivaled my talent. But upon entering Foundation Establishment, I’ve realized even his gifts might pale before mine.”
Ye Yun blinked, caught off guard. His sarcastic jab had been taken at face value—Murong Wuhen truly saw himself as the sect’s unparalleled genius.
Yet the youth’s achievements warranted some respect. Breaking through to Foundation Establishment at seventeen placed Murong Wuhen among the sect’s rarest talents in centuries. From Ye Yun’s knowledge, only a handful from past eras and current figures like Murong Wuqing, Second Brother Mo Ru—who’d ascended from mortal to third-level Foundation Establishment in a decade—or Tian Shen Peak’s Chen Tianyun could compare. That frail, stubborn youth might be another dark horse…
“Then show me what the Heavenly Sword Sect’s ‘greatest talent in millennia’ can truly do.”
Impatience flared in Ye Yun. Enough talk—action would decide this.
His expression turned grave as he stepped forward. Light shimmered around the trembling purple long sword in his grip, sword arcs rippling outward like water.
The Purple Shadow Sword manifested!
“Enough delays, Murong Wuhen. Let’s fight.”
Murong Wuhen’s eyebrow twitched. Though no stranger to treasures, he couldn’t discern the Purple Shadow Sword’s grade—an unsettling mystery.
A deep blue sword materialized in Murong Wuhen’s palm, its appearance plunging the surroundings into bone-chilling cold.
“This is Ice Light—a peak top-grade spiritual weapon. Its edge shears through metal and jade, while its Ice Spirit Qi can freeze heaven and earth. Don’t disappoint me, Ye Yun.” Murong Wuhen stroked the blade like a lover’s cheek, eyes brimming with fondness.
“Come!” Ye Yun’s sword trembled, thunder rumbling in response.
“You first. My full strike would blind you to Ice Light’s brilliance.” Arrogance thickened Murong Wuhen’s voice.
Ye Yun snorted. If showboating was the game, he’d play along.
He lunged, Purple Shadow Sword crackling with electricity as divine thunder crashed from the skies.
“Divine Thunder Annihilation!”
Ye Yun channeled every wisp of Thunder Spirit Qi into the blade, vibrations reaching a frenzied pitch. True Divine Thunder Annihilation required splitting one’s energy into a thousand strands, oscillating them 1,024 times instantaneously before condensing them into the Thunder God’s fury.
The sword shuddered 1,024 times in a breath. Lightning coalesced into a single apocalyptic bolt streaking toward Murong Wuhen’s crown.
Jiang Ruchao paled in the distance. Compared to Su Yinxue he might lag, but against Ye Yun? He’d be crushed like an ant.
A hundred zhang away, Su Yinxue’s eyes widened before flushing with exhilaration.
“Excellent! This is the challenge I craved!”
Murong Wuhen stood firm, excitement blazing as he swept Ice Light upward. Azure radiance coalesced before erupting into a glacial masterpiece—nature’s frozen artistry given form.
“Ice Light Triune!”
The dazzling light solidified into a massive spinning ice flower, crystalline petals shedding icy brilliance to meet the divine thunder’s descent.
Collision—azure bloom against heaven’s wrath.
