Chapter 393
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Chapter 393: Firmness
*Smack!*
A crisp sound echoed as all arrows were intercepted by the sword arc, snapping in half and clattering to the ground.
The sword arc didn’t stop. It surged forward, slicing lightly across the fronts of thousands of soldiers. A thin red line appeared on their raised left arms before the limbs fell with a sickening *thud*, blood spraying from the stumps in a gruesome crimson shower.
One Sword. A single, effortless strike crippled thousands of soldiers, stripping them of all combat power.
The soldiers only realized their arms were gone when agony erupted from their wounds. Piercing screams tore through the air. These men had endured brutal training—they could withstand severed limbs without a whimper. Yet now, the sword arc’s strike shattered not just their bodies but their resolve. Hope, dignity, courage—all crumbled under that blade, leaving only broken minds.
Duan Qing’s face turned ashen. He couldn’t fathom how a teenager like Ye Yun wielded such power. That casual strike defied reason, far beyond anything he’d ever seen. Worse, it was clearly *not* Ye Yun’s full strength.
“Your turn,” Ye Yun said, smiling at Duan Qing and the others.
Duan Qing’s lips trembled. That harmless grin chilled him to the bone.
“I’ll report to the emperor! He’ll release Duan Chenfeng!” Duan Hongcheng blurted, his spirit broken.
Duan Yunsha paled. By admitting they held Duan Chenfeng, Duan Hongcheng had sealed their fate—if Ye Yun struck now, none would survive.
Ye Yun didn’t move. “Should’ve said that earlier,” he remarked mildly.
Duan Hongcheng scrambled away through the rubble toward the palace.
“Kill me, and the Jin royal family will hunt you and your Heavenly Sword Sect to extinction!” Duan Qing hissed, teeth chattering.
Ye Yun chuckled. “You think the crown cares about a dead uncle? Even if I spare you, who here can oppose our two Golden Core experts?”
“Two? Impossible!” Duan Qing staggered.
“It’s true,” Duan Yunsha said bitterly. “Sect Leader Yan Changchun and Elder Seven both reached the Golden Core stage.”
“Elder Seven? That old fool?!” Duan Qing roared at the sky. “Why can’t *I* break through?!”
“Done?” Ye Yun waited calmly. “Then die.”
“The whole kingdom will crush your sect!” Duan Qing straightened, defiance flashing in his eyes.
Duan Yunsha grimaced. He’d seen Ye Yun’s ruthlessness firsthand—this foolish bravado only guaranteed death.
As predicted, Ye Yun’s gaze hardened. A concentrated wave of murderous intent shot toward Duan Qing. Such pressure couldn’t kill, but it could break minds. Yet Duan Qing stood firm, resolve unshaken.
Ye Yun sighed, almost admiring. Then he flicked a finger. A blue sword arc materialized, piercing Duan Qing’s forehead. Blood welled from the pinpoint wound as his eyes dimmed to emptiness.
Death and disappearance of the spirit.
Ye Yun turned to Duan Yunsha and the fifth-level Foundation Establishment expert. “I’ll spare you. You have one incense stick’s time to bring Duan Chenfeng. Fail, and I’ll reduce this palace to dust. The Jin Kingdom will fall, and the Duan name vanish.” His gentle tone contrasted the threat.
“I’ll go!” Duan Yunsha hurried off, dread in his steps.
He found Duan Hongcheng kneeling ten zhang ahead.
“What’s this?!” Duan Yunsha snapped.
“This pressure… it’s draining my true qi!” Duan Hongcheng gasped.
Duan Yunsha stepped closer—and collapsed under the same crushing force. His true qi churned wildly, as if summoned by some unseen force.
“What’s happening?!” Ye Yun’s angry voice boomed.
“No idea! My qi’s leaking since entering this hall!” Duan Hongcheng cried.
Duan Yunsha hesitated, lips twitching.
“*Report now*, or I’ll tear down the secret room myself!” Ye Yun’s command echoed.
Duan Yunsha fled, shouting over his shoulder: “I’ll fetch him! Don’t act rashly!”
Ye Yun’s reply was cool. “You have less than an incense stick’s time, Prince Yun.”
