Chapter 279
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Chapter 279: The Bronze Bell
Ye Yun coldly stared at the dozens of criminals before him, each at the foundation establishment stage. Their eyes showed no trace of vitality, only dullness and lifelessness. These were soulless cultivators who obeyed without question—whoever controlled the bronze bell and its command methods became their master.
No one had anticipated Jun Ruolan would inherit Elder Shi’s teachings, gaining control of the bronze bell to wield these criminals against Murong Wuhen and Ye Yun.
"We should thank you," Jun Ruolan’s amused voice echoed through the air. "Had you not broken the array and freed the True Fire Flying Lion, these criminals would’ve remained sealed beneath the mountain. You brought this upon yourselves."
Suddenly, she barked: "Kill!"
Instantly, the foundation establishment stage criminals split into three groups of ten, lunging at Ye Yun, Murong Wuhen, and Jiang Shui Ning. Strangely, the other bystanders went entirely ignored.
Overwhelming pressure crashed over Ye Yun. Though these soulless attackers lacked technique, their combined brute force formed a seamless assault. Even with strength rivaling a Fourth Level Foundation Establishment cultivator, Ye Yun knew a direct hit would cripple him.
His mind sharpened as danger approached. With light flickering underfoot, he activated the Illusory Thunderlight Escape, darting sideways dozens of feet in a crackle of electric snakes.
BOOM!
The criminals’ joint strike cratered the ground where he’d stood, splitting stone for ten zhang. Ye Yun’s pulse quickened—that power exceeded expectations.
Jun Ruolan’s eyebrows twitched in surprise. Soul-erased and synchronized through secret techniques, these criminals combined their true qi perfectly. Without the Illusory Thunderlight Escape, Ye Yun would’ve been pulverized.
The ten turned mechanically, striking again. Colliding energies fused into a massive palm that blotted the sky, sealing Ye Yun’s escape routes. Even his supreme movement skill couldn’t evade this.
Trapped, Ye Yun finally grasped why these soulless warriors were the Heavenly Sword Sect’s crisis trump card. This single strike surpassed Fourth Level Foundation Establishment power—what havoc could dozens wreak together?
No dodging. No blocking. Only one path remained.
Purple light erupted from his hands as the Purple Shadow Sword hummed. Thunder Spirit Qi flooded the blade, its vibrations reaching 1,024 cycles in a breath.
"Divine Thunder Annihilation!"
Ye Yun’s roar unleashed the Thundercloud Lightning Sword’s third technique. From storm clouds above, child-arm-thick purple lightning struck the descending palm.
KABOOM!
Lightning illuminated a hundred zhang radius as deafening thunder shook the earth. When the glare faded, both divine thunder and crushing palm had vanished without trace.
Ye Yun’s head remained beneath the enormous palm, now dimmer but undiminished in power. His eyes gleamed with intensity as he sensed the palm’s overwhelming force, only slightly weakened from before. Even the mighty Divine Thunder Annihilation had failed to shatter it—unthinkable!
The colossal palm plummeted, now just one zhang above him. Ye Yun’s face tightened. He couldn’t block this strike; survival alone would leave him gravely injured. With no escape, he braced himself.
Roaring, he channeled all his true qi into his left fist and slammed it upward. The force surged like a tidal wave, crashing into the palm. Yet the strike didn’t crack it—the palm merely paused before crushing his attack to nothing.
“How is this possible?” Ye Yun paled. Two strikes had done nothing. Ten foundation establishment stage criminals combining their strength—this power defied reason.
Half a zhang! The palm loomed, ready to crush him into fragments in an instant. His true qi was nearly spent. Then, pure spiritual energy erupted from his mind, flooding his meridians without his command. His reserves refilled instantly, and a terrifying force gathered within him. If unreleased, it would tear him apart.
The palm now hung a mere foot above his skull, its crushing pressure unbearable.
“Now—BREAK!” Ye Yun’s hands blurred as every combat skill fused into one strike—a sword strike cloaked in purple light shadow—thrust upward at the descending palm.
BOOM!
The pent-up force exploded from the Purple Shadow Sword like a bursting dam. The Born as a Sword pierced the palm’s center, propelling Ye Yun skyward. The massive hand trembled, then shattered into dissolving light and shadow.
He’d shattered it.
Jun Ruolan stared, shaken. How had he broken a strike even a Foundation Establishment stage four expert couldn’t withstand? That sword’s power… unimaginable!
The ten criminals stood motionless, drained. Soulless, they attacked without restraint, their true qi nearly emptied. Jun Ruolan’s cold gaze fixed on Ye Yun. A year ago, they’d taken the outer disciple exam together. Now, he’d surpassed her utterly. Even with her talents and treasures, she’d have barely survived those strikes—yet here he stood unharmed, watching her with a faint, mocking smile.
DING—
Her calm broke. She flicked her fingers. The bronze bell’s chime echoed through the air.
