Chapter 335
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Chapter 335: Slaying
The starlight abruptly scattered as a gaping hole tore through the boundless cosmos. It exploded with a sharp crack, fracturing into countless fragments that hovered momentarily before rapidly disintegrating.
Chen Tianyun’s face turned ashen, his eyes wide with disbelief. He never imagined the Illusionary Three Absolutes could be shattered so easily. This Divine Talisman from the Spirit Demon Race was extraordinarily potent—if activated by someone of Murong Wuqing’s caliber, even a Golden Core stage cultivator would be trapped until their energy drained completely.
Ye Yun’s cultivation level was merely at the Qi refining stage. By all logic, he should’ve perished instantly upon entering the illusion. That’s precisely why Chen Tianyun had deployed the talisman—to ensure Ye Yun’s immediate execution.
Yet a beam of light erupted from between Ye Yun’s brows, obliterating the illusion conjured by the Divine Talisman in an instant.
Truthfully, the Illusionary Three Absolutes required Golden Core stage power to unleash its full might. At Chen Tianyun’s current level, he could barely activate it, channeling only one percent of its strength while enduring mild backlash from the illusion.
Chen Tianyun had also witnessed the starlight—but in his vision, it coiled around Ye Yun like a tightening noose. Once fully constricted, Ye Yun would’ve been drained of life.
But the starlight shattered instead, the cosmic illusion collapsing as Ye Yun’s counterstrike erupted.
Amid the falling starlight fragments, Chen Tianyun glimpsed a shadowy figure. A sword coalesced with Purple Lightning, flickering flames, and bone-chilling cold energy fused into a single devastating strike.
The blade seemed to move slowly yet arrived in the blink of an eye.
By the time Chen Tianyun reacted, the sword—concentrating Ye Yun’s full power—already hovered at his chest. He desperately retreated while summoning multiple protective treasures, forming layers of light and shadow before him.
But Ye Yun’s strike had been meticulously prepared. Despite Chen Tianyun’s swift reaction, the blade pierced through all defenses, slamming into his torso.
Lightning crackled, flames roared like mountains, and glacial energy froze the surroundings.
Chen Tianyun’s movements slowed as if frozen solid. Terror surged through him—Ye Yun’s strike held nothing back, its full destructive force now unleashed.
Born as a Sword, the technique taught by Elder Seven, had no fixed rank. Its power grew with the user’s comprehension and cultivation. Though Ye Yun knew few Celestial Techniques, he’d achieved the impossible—mastering three types of rare spiritual energy and merging them perfectly.
The sword’s arc flashed.
*Thud!*
The Purple Shadow Sword sliced through the air with deceptive ease, its edge meeting Chen Tianyun’s chest.
Chen Tianyun stared in disbelief as his top-grade spiritual weapons—including one supreme-grade treasure—split like rotten wood. Before he could process this, the sword’s energy pierced his flesh.
*Boom!*
Chen Tianyun’s body smashed against the ice-sealed edge of the Judgment Platform before being sent flying. Blood gushed from his chest like a crimson fountain.
It wasn’t over.
A bloodcurdling scream tore through the air as flames engulfed Chen Tianyun. With a final explosive crack, his body disintegrated into fiery debris that rained onto the ground.
The azure ice melted away, revealing Ye Yun standing calmly yet resolutely.
Had Ye Yun killed a fellow disciple?
The crowd gaped in stunned silence.
"Young Yun! You dare commit murder?!" Elder Shi roared, his voice trembling with rage. Over a decade of resources and effort—his pawn for seizing power in the Heavenly Sword Sect—reduced to ashes.
Chen Tianyun had been at the peak of the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, armed with treasures and the Divine Talisman. Yet Ye Yun had shattered both the illusions and the Judgment Platform’s restrictions to kill him.
What monstrous strength did this boy possess?
Elder Shi’s fury chilled as he recalled Ye Yun’s earlier icy warning.
"How tragic—kin slaying kin!" Du Chuntian feigned dismay, though a sly smirk hid beneath his act.
"This was meant to be a spar! Such brutality!" Duan Yunsha shook his head in mock sorrow.
"The Heavenly Sword Sect’s discipline has crumbled," Duan Hongcheng tutted.
Mei Yansheng stepped forward, eyes gleaming. "Young fellow… I sense more than one type of exotic spiritual energy within you."
Ye Yun ignored them all, locking eyes with Elder Shi. "Your turn, Elder. Care to test me?"
Elder Shi stiffened. As Grand Elder, even Sect Leader Yan Changchun treated him with deference. Yet this mere inner disciple dared challenge him?
"Arrogant fool!" Elder Shi spat through clenched teeth, forcibly maintaining composure. "What sorcery killed Tianyun? With Mei Yansheng here, you’ll pay for this!"
Ye Yun’s lips curled. "So you fear death too—yet you schemed against my Master for the Sect Leader position."
He no longer cared for subtlety. Only chaos could protect Su Ling and Shui Qingxuan now. Let the power-hungry taste mortality.
His gaze briefly touched Su Hao’s face, disappointment bitter in his throat. Even if his family were of the Demon Race, they remained his wife and daughter! Why did Su Hao hesitate? Couldn’t he see this stalemate was suicidal?
With Elder Seven and Murong Wuqing present, Mei Yansheng’s group couldn’t seize Su Ling—unless that mysterious "elder brother" arrived. They needed to act now.
"Master," Ye Yun’s voice cut through the tension like frozen steel, "still wavering?"
Su Hao shuddered violently, realization dawning—his face flushed crimson.
