Chapter 330
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Chapter 330: Spirit Demon Race
Purple lightning shot through the roaring thunder towards Chen Tianyun’s face.
Chen Tianyun stood at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, ranking among Heavenly Sword Sect’s top disciples. As Elder Shi’s chosen candidate for the Sect Leader position opposing Su Hao’s faction, he carried himself with false modesty while nursing deep arrogance and pettiness.
Ye Yun’s relentless mockery finally broke Chen Tianyun’s composure. His signature Star-Cleaving Palm technique, meant to crush Ye Yun instantly, instead met empty air as the younger man dissolved into thunderous shadows. Before Chen Tianyun could react, storm clouds gathered overhead with crackling electricity.
"Thundercloud Lightning Sword, Third Style!"
Chen Tianyun’s face twisted. Though considered obsolete due to its incomplete third form, Ye Yun’s execution radiated genuine power. The crackling lightning brimmed with destructive Thunder Spirit Qi – enough to overwhelm even Foundation Establishment experts.
"Xuanbing Ten Thousand Layers, Shadowed World!"
As Tian Shen Peak’s star disciple armed with Elder Shi’s treasures, Chen Tianyun reacted swiftly. The space before him warped into rippling distortions across ten feet, his body turning translucent.
BOOM!
The purple lightning struck the twisted space but didn’t dissipate. Both forces hung suspended in unnatural balance, drawing gasps from spectators who’d expected either instant victory or crushing defeat.
CRACK!
The distorted space fractured like glass before crumbling to dust. Though diminished, the lightning bolt surged onward.
Ready this time, Chen Tianyun conjured an ice sword from shimmering light-shadows. The blade met lightning mid-air with a hollow POP, both vanishing without trace.
Though neither retreated, the truth glared obvious – Ye Yun’s single strike required two defenses from Chen Tianyun. The privileged disciple’s face darkened at being matched by someone from a lower cultivation stage.
"Fine spatial distortion treasure," Ye Yun remarked. "Pity your weak cultivation can’t wield its full power."
As the two stood silently facing each other, Mei Yansheng’s gentle voice suddenly resonated from a distant mountain peak, his recovered condition evident.
"That space distortion earlier was actually a magical artifact? I didn’t recognize it."
"I also thought it was Celestial Techniques. To think it was a treasure."
Elder Shi’s face turned ashen, furious that Chen Tianyun hadn’t slain Ye Yun but instead lost ground.
"Tianyun! What are you doing? Do you think this Judgment Platform battle is mere practice between sect brothers?"
Chen Tianyun shuddered, his head snapping up with vicious intensity burning in his eyes.
"Since you seek death, don’t blame me for showing no mercy!" He roared, flicking his right finger to summon a glowing talisman that hovered in the air.
"Divine Talisman?" Ye Yun narrowed his eyes in scrutiny.
The talisman appeared utterly ordinary, lacking any detectable spiritual energy or imposing pressure – mere paper suspended through mystical means.
"A Divine Talisman? How strange. I can’t sense any power fluctuations. Boy, did you take the wrong one?" Mei Yansheng’s mocking voice spread across the arena.
The crowd exchanged confused glances. Yan Changchun, at the Seventh Level of Foundation Establishment, noted Elder Shi’s fleeting murderous glance despite also sensing no energy from the talisman.
Elder Seven turned to Su Hao with questions, but the younger man could only shake his head helplessly. Then Shui Qingxuan’s clear voice cut through the silence:
"It carries demon energy – the unique signature of the rare Spirit Demon Race."
Du Chuntian immediately challenged: "What’s the Spirit Demon Race? How would a mortal woman know this?"
Elder Shi seized the moment, pointing accusingly. "Su Ling’s Demon Race Bloodline comes from her mother! Mr. Mei should take both for inspection to protect the human race!"
The fully recovered Mei Yansheng strode through the air with renewed arrogance. "My elder brother will handle these Spirit Demon remnants when he arrives."
"Recovered already? Need another lesson?" Murong Wuqing’s cold interjection choked off Mei Yansheng’s laughter like a hand around his throat.
"Explain yourself, Shui Qingxuan!" Elder Shi demanded as others joined the accusatory chorus.
The composed woman stepped forward calmly. "This Illusionary Three Absolutes talisman traps victims in endless demon illusions until they collapse from exhaustion."
"Rubbish!" Elder Shi shouted.
Duan Yunsha sneered: "How would a powerless woman know Demon Race secrets?"
Ouyang Wentian added: "Madam Su appeared mysteriously years ago – this explains everything!"
Under the crowd’s hostile scrutiny, Shui Qingxuan smiled serenely.
"I know because… I originate from the Spirit Demon Race."
