Chapter 267
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Chapter 267: One Sword
The cracks on the ice crystal began as an extremely thin line, soon spreading like spiderwebs across its surface.
Crack!
A crisp explosion sound rang out. Everything shattered into fragments, the sky’s blue icy light dissolving to reveal the boy standing calmly, a mocking smile on his face.
Murong Wuhen’s expression darkened. He’d faintly sensed a surge of heat within the scattering ice light—brief yet intense. Even the Ice Sealing forged from his full true qi seemed powerless against it. This, he realized, was how the ice crystal had shattered.
Murong Wuhen’s Ice Sealing was formidable. Even early Foundation Establishment disciples would struggle to break it. To Su Yinxue, resisting it seemed impossible; once trapped, one could only fight desperately until their body perished and spirit vanished.
Yet doubt lingered. That heat had vanished too quickly. Had it even existed? Perhaps an illusion. True qi couldn’t produce such heat—only Fire Spirit Qi could. But Ye Yun’s cultivation level made this implausible. Such heat hinted at laws only Foundation Establishment experts could grasp.
Ye Yun already wielded Thunder Spirit Qi—a rare feat in the Heavenly Sword Sect, unmatched in two centuries. How could he master two elements? Even Murong Wuhen, with his talent and resources, had only comprehended Ice Spirit Qi.
Murong Wuhen’s brow furrowed. His spies had monitored Ye Yun for days, confirming only Thunder Spirit Qi. No trace of other energies.
“Murong Wuhen,” Ye Yun’s taunting voice cut through the air, “your move lacked bite.”
Murong Wuhen narrowed his eyes. “How did you break my Ice Sealing?”
Ye Yun shrugged. “Your ice was brittle. A little true qi shattered it.”
Murong Wuhen exhaled sharply. “Then our feud ends here. Farewell.” He turned to leave.
“Wait,” Ye Yun chuckled. “We agreed: one strike each. I blocked yours. Now take mine. A draw settles things fairly.”
Murong Wuhen’s gaze sharpened. “You think you can kill me?”
“We’re sect brothers—no killing,” Ye Yun said. “But earlier, you vowed to claim our limbs if we lost. How about your group leaves an arm instead?”
“Perfect!” Duan Chenfeng roared.
“Yes!” Su Ling clapped, grinning. “They threatened us first—scared me silly!”
“Agreed,” Yu Minghong stated firmly.
Su Yinxue stood silent, her smile radiant.
Murong Wuhen’s face turned glacial. “You’ll regret this.”
“Regret?” Ye Yun feigned surprise. “We made the terms. Jiang Ruchao—wasn’t that so?”
Jiang Ruchao jerked like a spooked cat, nodding and shaking his head simultaneously.
“Use words, Jiang Ruchao,” Ye Yun said dryly.
Murong Wuhen shot Jiang Ruchao a disgusted glance. “Make your move, then.”
Blue light burst from his palm, a jade disc hovering overhead. Its icy glow draped a protective screen around him. The Ice Light Sword blazed brighter as he swallowed a pill.
“You’ll regret this,” Murong Wuhen hissed from within the blue radiance.
Ye Yun lowered the Purple Shadow Sword, eyes half-closed. He merged with the world’s rhythm.
The blade quivered a thousand times in an instant before steadying. Purple light swirled as he thrust it forward—slow, inevitable.
Born as a Sword!
At this moment, Ye Yun gathered nearly all his comprehended offensive techniques into this single sword strike. The top three moves of Thundercloud Lightning Sword, Ice Sealing the World, and other techniques merged perfectly in that instant, forming a seemingly slow-moving sword strike that completely enveloped Murong Wuhen.
Murong Wuhen’s face changed drastically, turning grave. Never before had he felt such overwhelming pressure from a sword strike. He didn’t know what would happen if this blade pierced his flesh.
"What swordplay is this? I’ve never witnessed such technique," Murong Wuhen muttered while shoving another pill into his mouth. Blue icy light erupted from his entire being, coating his face, arms, and torso in a gentle blue glow.
The ice-blue jade plate above his head suddenly blazed with radiance. Thick finger-like light beams cascaded downward, forming protective barriers around him.
The purple-glowing sword appeared to move slowly yet reached Murong Wuhen in an instant. The blade struck the blue light beams with a resounding crack.
The Born as a Sword pierced through the icy defenses effortlessly. Several light beams shattered like glass, their fragments dissolving into nothingness.
Murong Wuhen’s protective blue glow suddenly writhed like living mist, coalescing over his chest. The floating jade plate descended rapidly, positioning itself as a shield against the approaching Purple Shadow Sword.
Undeterred, the sword continued its relentless advance. After breaking through the light barriers, it collided with the blue jade plate.
The Born as a Sword finally met resistance, halting momentarily.
Murong Wuhen’s tense expression relaxed slightly, believing he’d withstood the devastating attack.
But his relief vanished instantly when a sharp cracking noise pierced the air. The jade plate exploded into countless shards that scattered like blue fireflies before fading completely.
The Purple Shadow Sword pressed forward like death’s slow embrace, piercing through the last defense – the concentrated blue icy light over Murong Wuhen’s chest.
Purple light shadow erupted with terrifying power. Heavenly thunder condensed into a hair-thin lightning bolt that shot from the sword’s tip, carrying biting coldness into the blue defenses.
The icy light held for only a heartbeat before disintegrating. The lightning bolt continued toward Murong Wuhen’s heart.
At the critical moment, the pale-faced cultivator twisted sideways. The attack grazed his left shoulder, leaving only a small hole in his robe without drawing blood.
Murong Wuhen froze as paralyzing energy spread through his upper body. An invasive coldness raced toward his heart.
With desperate roar, the half-paralyzed man launched himself backward. He flipped midair and landed beside Jiang Ruchao a hundred zhang away. His right hand flew across his chest in sealing gestures while he swallowed another handful of pills.
Clutching his chest, Murong Wuhen stared at Ye Yun with shock. "What sword technique is this?"
Ye Yun’s eyes revealed surprise. When the lightning bolt struck, he’d expected Murong Wuhen to be incapacitated. Yet the genius had not only escaped death but stabilized his injuries instantly.
Murong Wuhen truly lived up to being one of Heavenly Sword Sect’s millennium geniuses. His claims of surpassing even Murong Wuqing might hold truth.
Seeing his opponent still standing, Ye Yun understood killing him today was impossible. The man clearly kept hidden techniques in reserve.
"That sword?" Ye Yun smiled coldly. "A blade meant for killing."
His fingers tightened on the hilt. "Now, Murong Wuhen – shall it be your left arm or right?"
