Chapter 391
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Chapter 391: Encirclement
An expert at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment struck with rage, and the terrifying power behind the blow was unimaginable. When the arrow was loosed, no one present could have withstood it—except Ye Yun.
Though Ye Yun was only at the first level of Foundation Establishment, his true combat power rivaled the seventh level. Months ago, he had fought opponents at the fourth and fifth levels of Foundation Establishment while still in the Qi refining stage. Now, with his cultivation level vastly increased and five laws comprehended, Duan Hongcheng’s strength seemed laughable in comparison.
The azure arrow transformed into a divine rainbow mid-air, streaking toward Ye Yun’s forehead.
Ye Yun stood motionless, his expression calm. As the arrow neared, he smiled faintly. His right hand snapped up, catching the emerald-green arrow effortlessly. With a flick of his wrist, the arrow snapped in two.
This was his true power—a force unmatched among Foundation Establishment cultivators.
The crowd stared in stunned silence.
Duan Yunsha and Duan Hongcheng gaped in disbelief. Ye Yun had caught and shattered a top-grade spiritual weapon as if it were nothing. Such a feat would have drained Duan Hongcheng of all his true qi, yet Ye Yun accomplished it with ease. Did this mean his strength far surpassed the fifth level?
The two princes exchanged horrified glances. If Ye Yun’s power was truly this overwhelming, even a dozen fifth-level experts couldn’t stop him.
Impossible! Three months ago, he’d been at the fourth level of Qi refining. How could he reach Foundation Establishment so quickly—let alone surpass fifth-level combat power?
“Lies!” Duan Hongcheng snarled, veins bulging. “The Heavenly Sword Sect’s treasures must’ve boosted him! Yan Changchun gave him artifacts—how else could a first-level brat break a top-grade weapon?”
Duan Yunsha’s face darkened, his icy gaze fixed on Ye Yun.
Hundreds of elite guards shuffled back, fear gripping their hearts. Ye Yun’s display of power defied reason.
“Your Highnesses,” Ye Yun said coolly, “will you release Duan Chenfeng now?”
Duan Hongcheng spat, “You’ll never see him! After today, Duan Chenfeng will cease to exist!”
“Fool!” Duan Yunsha yanked his brother’s arm, but the damage was done.
Ye Yun’s eyes hardened. “What have you done to him?”
He stepped forward, and an oppressive aura erupted—deceptively calm on the surface, but roiling beneath like a storm.
“Duan Chenfeng is in closed-door cultivation with His Majesty,” Duan Yunsha said quickly. “He can’t meet you now.”
Ye Yun laughed coldly. “Do I look like a fool? Hand him over, or I’ll reduce this palace to rubble.”
Both princes paled. They knew Ye Yun’s true strength matched the sixth or seventh level. No walls could withstand him.
“Three breaths to decide,” Ye Yun said, killing intent flaring. “One.”
The princes froze.
“Two.”
Their faces twisted in conflict.
“Three.”
Before they could react, Ye Yun flicked his hand. A side hall thirty meters away exploded into dust.
“You dare?!” Duan Hongcheng roared.
Ye Yun ignored him. “I won’t repeat myself.”
Duan Yunsha forced a smile. “A slight misunderstanding! Duan Chenfeng will emerge in three days. Wait, and you’ll see him.”
Duan Hongcheng added hastily, “Yes! Three days at most!”
Ye Yun’s smirk turned deadly. “Earlier, you said he’d vanish today. Now it’s three days? You’re draining his Golden Core power, aren’t you? If I don’t see him in half an hour, your kingdom falls.”
“Treason!” Duan Hongcheng bellowed. “Thirty-four Foundation Establishment experts stand with us! You’ll die here!”
Duan Yunsha grimaced. If only they’d stalled longer—once the emperor absorbed Duan Chenfeng’s power and reached the Golden Core stage, crushing Ye Yun would be trivial.
A sharp whistle pierced the air from Duan Yunsha’s lips.
Ye Yun didn’t interfere. Let them summon their forces. Today, the Jin Kingdom’s tyranny would end.
Streaks of light descended—twenty-eight Foundation Establishment experts encircled Ye Yun, led by an elder at the sixth level.
“Uncle,” Duan Hongcheng sneered, “this Heavenly Sword Sect remnant threatens our reign. Crush him!”
The elder glared at Ye Yun. “A sect rat surviving the purge? No matter. After His Majesty ascends, your kind will be erased. Today, you die first.”
Twenty-eight oppressive auras merged, bearing down on Ye Yun.
He scanned the crowd and smirked.
“Clumsy fools.”
