Chapter 283
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Chapter 283: Blood Battle to Victory
Iron fists pounded like relentless rain.
At this moment, Ye Yun abandoned all hesitation. If he couldn’t defeat Jun Ruolan soon, the thirty criminals would recover their strength. Their combined strike would be unstoppable.
Ye Yun understood this logic, as did Jun Ruolan. When his fist struck her chest with devastating force, her five internal organs nearly ruptured. Yet her expression remained ice-cold.
Jun Ruolan suddenly crossed her arms in defense. Ye Yun’s fist smashed into her forearms with a sickening crack—one arm snapped instantly. The unstoppable punch then hammered into her ribcage.
Her body flew backward like broken kite string. But as she flipped mid-air to land a hundred zhang away, a frosty smile curled her lips.
This had been her gamble. Prolonged defense would only delay the inevitable. Better to sacrifice an arm and absorb his full strike, using the impact to propel herself beyond his reach.
The blow nearly liquefied her organs. Blood sprayed from her mouth during her flight, but her plan worked—Ye Yun’s punch combined with her own retreating force granted her critical distance.
Ye Yun froze. He hadn’t expected her to take the hit head-on. That strike should have crippled her… Yet she landed lightly, only staggering a few steps. The smirk on her bloodied lips told him everything.
She’d played him.
Illusory Thunderlight Escape ignited. Ye Yun became lightning itself, streaking toward the distant figure. He had to close the gap before—
Too late.
Jun Ruolan’s uninjured left hand carved an arc. Crescent blades of condensed true qi materialized, screaming toward him.
Though his body was tempered through the Cleansing Immortal Heart Technique, Ye Yun dared not tank a Foundation Establishment stage attack. Normally, he’d counter with Purple Shadow Sword or dual spiritual weapons Fire Flame Explosive Cloud and Ice Spirit Soul Lock. But time had run out.
The bronze bell’s hum intensified. Spiritual energy ceased flowing into the thirty criminals. With a final clear ding, their eyes snapped open.
Murong Wuhen paled.
Ye Yun heard the bell. Saw the criminals rise.
No time.
He lunged straight through the crescent storm.
Flesh tore. Blood geysered from his chest and shoulder. Without his hardened physique, those blades would have diced him. Even now, he emerged as a scarlet horror—but alive.
Jun Ruolan exhaled. The criminals stirred. Ten breaths, and they’d regain seventy percent strength. None here except Ye Yun might survive…
Her triumph shattered with the crescents. Through the exploding qi, a blood-drenched demon closed in. Her widened eyes reflected an approaching fist—
Bigger.
Bigger.
Boom!
A bloody fist struck Jun Ruolan’s left shoulder with brutal force, shattering her shoulder blade. She was sent flying backward, blood spraying from her mouth as though it cost nothing.
Jun Ruolan couldn’t comprehend how Ye Yun’s body had resisted her near-full-power attack.
In that single punch, her emotions plummeted from heaven to hell—wild triumph vanished, replaced by crushing defeat.
It’s over!
Only those two words echoed in her mind. She knew it was too late. Even if the thirty criminals could recover, they’d be mere puppets without her commands, utterly useless.
Her five internal organs felt nearly pulverized, and the true qi within her spiraled into chaos. She couldn’t summon even a wisp of energy. Ye Yun’s next strike could come any moment, and she knew her battered body couldn’t survive another blow.
The proud peacock who’d once sneered at common sparrows never imagined she’d be beaten to death by Ye Yun in these Soul-Cutting Mountains.
"No! I refuse!" Her scream died in her throat—her lips moved soundlessly.
Her trembling hand clutched the white jade talisman Elder Shi had given as a life-saving charm before entering the mountains. Though she’d scoffed at it while possessing the bronze bell, now she desperately tried channeling true qi into the talisman. But her energy refused to obey.
Just as despair engulfed her, two beams of white light rose from the pit’s depths, hovering midair.
Soft radiance bathed the world. Every wounded fighter felt their pain ease slightly, muscles relaxing despite themselves.
The expected second punch never came. Jun Ruolan crashed to the earth, skidding several zhang across rocky ground.
Ye Yun had been poised to strike again when violent spiritual energy erupted from the pit. Twin white lights shot upward, stopping ten zhang from his left side.
Immortal Spirit Stones!
Two legendary stones floated before the group—divine cultivation tools mentioned only in ancient texts. Even the lowest-grade Immortal Spirit Stone surpassed thousands of top-grade spirit stones. Their mere presence defied belief.
Ye Yun gaped. The stones’ glow alone soothed his wounds—the white crescent’s gashes visibly knitting under their light. This surpassed any healing herbs he’d ever known.
The stones’ radiance spread across hundreds of zhang. Murong Wuhen felt his scattered true qi slowly regathering. Duan Chenfeng noted his broken ribs aching less. All wore identical expressions of awe.
"Ye Yun! Claim them!" Murong Wuhen barked.
"Bring them closer!" Duan Chenfeng added urgently. "Faster healing!"
Nodding, Ye Yun approached the stones. Su Ling’s eyes shone with anticipation—this prize would justify all their suffering.
Ten zhang vanished in moments. Ye Yun’s trembling hand reached out…
A furnace-blast of heat exploded above. Towering flames thirty zhang high plunged from the sky.
