Chapter 347
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Chapter 347: The Heavy Sword Has No Edge
The attack arrived in an instant. Elder Jin didn’t hold back as his figure transformed into a remnant shadow, shooting straight towards Ye Yun’s chest. Though Golden Core stage cultivators excel in soul strength and law comprehension, their physical power shouldn’t be underestimated. Even the strongest Foundation Establishment stage expert likely possessed only a fraction of the true qi found in Golden Core stage practitioners.
Yet Ye Yun’s cultivation level remained merely at the Qi refining stage.
Strangely, no panic or despair showed on Ye Yun’s face.
His right hand had somehow risen to his chest, where black and white light erupted from his palm like a blooming flower.
The black and white radiance expanded violently, engulfing the sky and covering a hundred zhang radius.
Within this luminous display, the golden light dimmed until it became nearly invisible.
BOOM!
A great crash echoed as a golden streak shot backward into the heavens. The black and white lights vanished instantly, leaving no trace.
Who had won?
All eyes strained to see. They’d witnessed the golden light retreating, but Ye Yun’s condition remained unclear.
Elder Jin stood frozen, his aged face stiff as frost. Disbelief filled his eyes as he stared ahead.
Following his gaze, the crowd saw Ye Yun standing calmly ten zhang away – clothes intact, hands behind his back, lips curved in a faint smile. Only his paper-white complexion betrayed any weakness.
"To think you withstood my strike." Elder Jin’s voice boomed like temple bells.
Ye Yun’s smile twitched as his face paled further. "Your cultivation surpasses mine. I still lost." Blood trickled from his lips as he spoke, his brow furrowing slightly.
Injured!
Yet only injured!
Against a Golden Core second layer attack, this Qi refining stage youth emerged with mere injuries. The crowd reeled in shock – even Yan Changchun and Mei Yansheng couldn’t comprehend how Ye Yun survived Elder Jin’s assault.
"I shouldn’t strike again," Elder Jin’s eyes glimmered with cold resolve, "but today demands exception."
"This one I can’t block." Ye Yun turned towards Elder Seven with a strained smile. "Master, your turn."
Elder Seven materialized before Ye Yun in an eyeblink.
"Shameless old fool!" The hot-tempered elder roared. "Attacking twice? Fine! Let’s see if your death brings him crawling out!"
"My death would indeed summon him," Elder Jin sneered. "But you lack the means, Old Seven – even with your slight advantage."
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Heavenly Sword Sect disciples stared in shock. Though often seen wandering in confused states, Elder Seven’s unstable cultivation had been assumed at mid Foundation Establishment stage. Their recent clash suggested Golden Core first layer at best.
Yet Elder Jin claimed Old Seven surpassed him – implying Golden Core second layer!
Golden Core experts were rare treasures. For centuries, Jin Kingdom could count them on one hand. Now Heavenly Sword Sect revealed multiple Golden Core cultivators – Elder Jin, Elder Seven, their mysterious "he," plus Murong Wuqing who’d easily defeated Mei Yansheng. Even this Qi refining youth defied expectations!
Duan Yunsha and Duan Hongcheng exchanged terrified glances, sweat beading their brows. Their army of ten thousand meant nothing against Golden Core experts.
Du Chuntian’s back soaked with cold sweat. Without the sect’s internal conflict, his Du family would’ve been erased from existence.
"Truly challenging me, Old Seven?" Elder Jin’s voice turned glacial.
"Less talk!" Elder Seven lunged forward without ceremony.
A golden Long Knife blazing with light appeared in Elder Jin’s hand as rage overcame his initial shock.
"Finally!" Elder Seven laughed wildly, halting abruptly. He leapt onto the Judgment Platform and beckoned mockingly. "Let’s measure our difference properly!"
The eccentric elder recognized no authority but his own. His words dripped contempt, actions radiating arrogance.
Elder Jin’s fury peaked. His careful calculations failed against this unreasonable madman. Retreat meant disgrace – unacceptable for his status.
With a resonant cry, Elder Jin flashed onto the platform, golden blade shimmering.
Elder Seven turned to Ye Yun, laughter booming. "Watch closely, boy! Witness true Born as a Sword!"
A pitch-black sword materialized in his grip – one zhang long, two feet wide. The unsharpened blade stood heavy and blunt, its very presence defying convention.
