Chapter 328
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Chapter 328: Who Else?
Ye Yun stared at the crowd’s twisted faces, barely believing human beings could sink to such shameless depths. How quickly they changed sides!
Having grown up in the barbarian borderlands, he’d seen plenty of dishonorable acts and endured endless mockery. After joining Heavenly Sword Sect as an errand boy, he’d hoped inner disciples and those lofty cultivators would at least maintain basic dignity. Surely these sky-reaching experts wouldn’t all be scoundrels?
Yet as his cultivation level improved, Ye Yun realized even Foundation Establishment stage experts schemed against each other, prioritizing personal gain. Still, he never imagined these Jin Kingdom sect elders and genius disciples could surpass all previous records of shamelessness. Calling them fence-sitters would be too generous.
"Boy! Step forward!" A weasel-faced man pushed through. "I’ll teach you respect even if it displeases Mr. Mei!"
"Seeking death?" Ye Yun’s hand rested on his sword. "My blade won’t sheathe until it drinks blood."
"Third level Foundation Establishment. Kill him." Ancestor of the Sword Path’s voice hissed in his mind.
"Old man, weren’t you preaching low-key behavior?" Ye Yun mentally chuckled.
"Low-key? You’ve insulted everyone and angered that Golden Core stage youth!" The ancestor growled. "Since we’re committed, let’s slaughter them all!"
"Some might’ve missed my fight with Du Jianyin…" Ye Yun’s eyes turned icy. "…Let’s demonstrate the cost of careless words."
"Arrogant brat!" The middle-aged man spat. "My young master showed mercy earlier! You think you can withstand Du family sword intent?"
"Oh? Not Du blood, just their dog?" Ye Yun beckoned like calling a stray. "Come die, mutt."
The demeaning gesture made the man’s face purple. "I am Du Song! Second steward of Du family! Remember your killer’s name!"
"A named servant remains a servant." Ye Yun shrugged. "Stop barking. Attack."
Originally Zhu Song, this fifty-year-old sycophant had spent forty years bootlicking his way to power. His Foundation Establishment breakthrough earned Du Chuntian’s favor and a steward position. For ten years he’d enjoyed authority – until today.
When Mei Yansheng’s mysterious elder brother slaughtered disciples (including Du clansmen), Du Song instantly recognized where power lay. His whispered consultation with Du Chuntian confirmed their suspicion – that shadowy figure was peak Golden Core expert, nearing pill-breaking rebirth. Survival required groveling before Mei Yansheng.
But this Qi refining stage brat kept provoking their new master. A perfect chance to curry favor!
Yet Ye Yun compared him to a dog. Ten years of pampering evaporated into red rage. "Let Mr. Mei witness! Heavenly Sword Sect’s fool brings death upon himself!" Du Song charged.
Ye Yun stood motionless until the last instant. His flaming palm-chop met Du Song’s fist.
CRACK!
Fire condensed into a deadly line. It sliced through fist, arm, and torso. Du Song’s bisected body froze – charred edges smoking – before collapsing.
Silence.
The crowd gaped. A third level Foundation Establishment expert… killed by Qi refining strike?
Murdering Du family’s steward meant war. Even powerful sects needed decades to train such cultivators. Yet Ye Yun butchered one like livestock.
The previously vocal crowd shriveled. These opportunists’ cultivation levels matched Du Song’s at best. True experts wouldn’t demean themselves with petty insults.
Ye Yun’s gaze swept the crowd before locking onto Elder Shi.
"Who. Else?"
