Chapter 455
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Chapter 455: Reversal
The stars loomed like colossal peaks, vast beyond measure!
Death’s aura swept through the heavens, sealing Ye Yun within its suffocating grasp.
The sheer magnitude of this stellar force defied belief—its power could crumble mountains and part oceans. A single strike shook the earth to its core.
Such overwhelming force should never manifest in a mere beginner of the Golden Core stage. This strength rivaled fourth-level Golden Core experts, and even peak fourth-level masters would hesitate to confront it head-on, knowing any defense would exact terrible costs.
Only the Flying Star Sect’s Master and designated heirs could learn the Falling Star Style. Not even sect elders were permitted this technique.
Jue Chen’s current realm fell far short of unleashing the Falling Star Style’s true might. To wield it fully required surviving the Golden Core stage’s great tribulation and reaching sixth-level Golden Core peak.
Thus, Jue Chen bought time with taunts while preparing the technique. By Ye Yun’s realization, the Falling Star Style had already formed—irreversible and lethal.
Jue Chen knew with cold certainty: Were their positions reversed, Ye Yun would face annihilation—body destroyed, spirit scattered. Not even a wounded survival lay within possibility.
Though Jue Chen couldn’t unleash the technique’s full power, the descending star’s force exceeded Ye Yun’s resistance. Only peak fourth-level Golden Core cultivators might endure such an attack.
Ye Yun’s face hardened as death loomed. He’d anticipated Jue Chen’s ability to challenge higher realms—a third-level Golden Core practitioner matching fourth-level opponents. But this…
The Falling Star Style’s ferocity shocked him. This went beyond fourth-level resistance. Even Ye Yun’s nascent Great Demon Body couldn’t withstand such destructive force.
Yet retreat never crossed his mind. Battle hunger blazed in his eyes—this became the ultimate test for his untried demonic physique.
To Jue Chen’s shock, Ye Yun hurtled toward the death-star, iron fist blazing like a comet.
"Courting death!" Jue Chen snarled. He’d expected desperate evasion, not this suicidal charge. Even with enhanced flesh, no third-level cultivator should—
Ye Yun’s silhouette expanded beneath the star’s shadow, his aura momentarily rivaling the celestial force itself.
Panic gripped Jue Chen. Hands slashed through air, blue and violet streaks piercing the star. Power doubled instantly—a gamble fueled by essence blood.
"Beware! Essence Blood Backlash!" The Ancestor of the Sword Path’s warning thundered through Ye Yun’s mind.
Too late to withdraw. The enhanced strike could maim peak fourth-level experts. Ye Yun’s fist met cataclysm.
In that hopeless instant, fear vanished from Ye Yun’s eyes. Resolve crystallized.
"THUNDERSTORM!"
Lightning webbed his arm. Spatial nodes vomited electricity, coalescing into a crackling gauntlet as his fist collided with annihilation.
Boom!
Ye Yun’s body was hurled into the air like a kite with its string cut, flung back dozens of yards by the shockwave from the colliding attacks. He crashed to the ground, staggering wildly before managing to steady himself after over a dozen shaky steps.
A thin trail of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, vivid and stark against his pale skin.
“Impossible! How are you still standing?”
Dozens of yards away, Jue Chen had also been thrown back by the blast. His eyes locked onto Ye Yun’s face—pale but unyielding, marked by that glaring streak of blood.
Ye Yun remained upright, defying all expectations. Jue Chen’s confidence wavered. The Falling Star Style’s power should have obliterated any cultivator below the peak of the fourth-level Golden Core stage. Only genius disciples or those lingering at the peak for years, half-step into the Fifth Level, could survive it—yet here stood Ye Yun, barely injured.
Crack!
The precious jade at Ye Yun’s chest shattered, its fragments dissolving into dust under the mountain wind’s whisper.
“You forgot, Brother Jue Chen?” Ye Yun wiped the blood away, his color returning. “This jade was auctioned at the Alchemy Cauldron Building. Cost me a fortune in top-grade spirit stones.”
Jue Chen’s jaw clenched. A “fortune”? A mere thousand stones! Everyone had assumed it was a worthless trinket, a gesture to appease Yue Yunfan. Yet it had blocked a fourth-level Golden Core strike—once, at least. Without it, Ye Yun would be dead or crippled.
Rage burned in Jue Chen’s chest. The Falling Star Style had drained his true qi, and the forbidden essence blood backlash technique now gnawed at his strength. He’d gambled everything, sacrificing vitality for a fleeting power boost. Now, with only sixty percent of his cultivation left, defeat loomed.
“Such a fine jade,” Ye Yun sighed, fingering the empty cord at his chest. “Shame it’s gone.”
Shame? Jue Chen nearly spat. Without that trinket, you’d be carrion!
Ye Yun steadied his breathing and advanced. Jue Chen retreated step by step toward Qian Cheng, who still struggled against the Spatial Restrictions.
“Your turn, Brother Jue Chen.”
Purple Shadow gleamed in Ye Yun’s hand.
Jue Chen paled. Three moves—that’s all it would take. His back hit the invisible barrier. No escape.
“Take the space crystal! Let us go!”
Ye Yun shrugged. “The others? Harmless. But you…”
“All my treasures!” Jue Chen blurted. “Everything! I’ll never cross you again!”
With a twitch of his finger, Jue Chen sent a storage ring clattering to Ye Yun’s feet. Inside—over ten thousand top-grade spirit stones, four mystical weapons, two defensive spiritual weapons.
As Ye Yun inspected the loot, Jue Chen seized his chance. “Qian Cheng—now!”
They lunged through the spatial array’s closing gap. The restrictions snapped shut behind them.
Ye Yun glanced at the sealed space, then smiled.
