Chapter 98

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Chapter 98: Nine Star Sword Technique

The four of them surrounded Luo Wencheng, encircling him completely. Yet Luo Wencheng showed no fear, his expression calm as he raised his trembling sword. Sparkling starlight scattered from its edge, dazzling the eyes.

“Brother Luo, why insist on this? If you let Junior Sister Su Ling go, her status guarantees today’s events won’t be exposed,” Yin Tianxing said gravely. He knew Luo Wencheng’s cultivation level well—if they fought openly, disaster was certain.

Though weaker than Luo Wencheng, Yin Tianxing had reached Body Refinement Stage Six, condensing his true qi into true essence, multiplying his strength tenfold. While defeating Luo Wencheng was impossible, escape remained feasible.

“Junior Brother Song, we’ll attack together later. Use your strongest treasures and techniques. With Junior Sister Su Ling’s help, we might wound Luo Wencheng. If she dies here, even if we survive, we’re doomed. The Peak Master of the Shadowless Peak is like a firefly next to Luo Wencheng’s moon. With Luo, we still have a chance. If Peak Master Su catches us, death is inevitable,” Yin Tianxing transmitted to the disciple standing ten zhang away.

The inner disciple, Song Zilin, had also reached Body Refinement Stage Six. Unlike Yin Tianxing, he’d only recently joined Luo Wencheng’s group but already saw through his nature—Luo treated them as dogs, not juniors. Song Zilin had long seethed with anger, but his low cultivation left him powerless. Now, after half a year, his rage finally had an outlet.

“Brother Yin, I understand the stakes.”

Yin Tianxing nodded slightly, relieved Song Zilin wouldn’t falter from fear of Luo Wencheng’s power.

“Done plotting? Then die!” Luo Wencheng sneered, his gaze sliding to Ye Yun. He raised his sword and hissed, “Body Refinement Stage trash, today you’ll learn the terror of true Celestial Techniques!”

“Nine Star Sword Technique!”

His sword erupted with starlight, a brilliant blue light forming a massive star midair. With a tremor, it shot toward Ye Yun.

“Dodge!”

Ye Yun’s heart lurched. He channeled all his spiritual power, leaping back dozens of zhang in an instant.

He’d assumed Luo Wencheng would target the weakest first. But shockingly, the attack was a feint. The star veered sharply three zhang from Ye Yun, curving back to strike Song Zilin instead.

The four hadn’t anticipated this. Though caught off guard, the diversion gave Ye Yun breathing room.

Song Zilin’s brow twitched. Prepared for treachery, he remained calm. A small cauldron materialized in his hand, hurled upward.

White light bloomed from the cauldron, draping over him like a protective curtain.

The colossal star smashed into the barrier.

The white light flickered, dimmed, then shattered. The cauldron clattered to the ground, lifeless.

Song Zilin paled. He’d known the Nine Star Sword Technique was formidable, but this exceeded expectations. This cauldron was no ordinary spiritual weapon—it could evolve into a medium-grade treasure! Yet it barely withstood one strike.

Luo Wencheng’s face darkened when his ambush failed. Starlight flared anew around his blade.

“Fine! Taste the second sword—Blazing Stars!”

He leaped skyward, his sword stabbing hundreds of times in an instant. Each thrust birthed a streak of starlight, coalescing into a giant star that plummeted downward.

“Junior Brother Song, combine forces!” Yin Tianxing shouted. As Luo Wencheng ascended, Yin’s sword blazed crimson, stabbing upward.

This was his prepared gambit.

Yin Tianxing had gathered power for this strike. Direct confrontation was futile—only a well-timed sneak attack might succeed. He’d already resolved to flee with Su Ling if necessary. Their cultivation would soar once free of Luo’s tyranny.

When Luo Wencheng unleashed his second sword, Yin Tianxing’s eyes gleamed. He knew the Nine Star Sword Technique’s fatal flaw—after the second strike’s starlight river formed, the user couldn’t retreat.

Yin Tianxing had waited for this fleeting vulnerability. Even a glancing blow could buy precious time.

Whether Song Zilin survived mattered not.

The crimson sword arc struck like a scorpion’s tail, aimed at Luo Wencheng’s waist.

Simultaneously, the blazing star engulfed Song Zilin in explosive starlight.

*Thud!*

The blood-red arc pierced Luo Wencheng’s side. Ecstatic, Yin Tianxing poured every drop of true qi into his sword, striving to breach Luo’s defenses.

If Luo Wencheng fell here, their escape odds would soar. Yin Tianxing envisioned Peak Master Su Hao welcoming him as an elite disciple, showering him with training resources.

“Now!” Yin Tianxing committed everything to this strike.

Luo Wencheng hadn’t foreseen Yin exploiting the technique’s brief gap. The sword pierced his flesh.

“You dare?!”

Roaring, Luo Wencheng slammed his palm onto the blade.

*Crack!* The low-grade spiritual weapon shattered.

But Yin Tianxing anticipated this. Releasing the hilt, he fired a dozen crimson needles at Luo’s eyes.

For three years, Yin Tianxing had played the cowardly sycophant. Luo Wencheng believed him weak-willed and hesitant, unlike decisive Song Zilin. Thus, Luo aimed to kill Song first.

He never imagined the “spineless” Yin Tianxing would strike with such vicious precision.

Luo Wencheng jerked his head aside—too late. A needle gouged his right eye, blood streaming down.

“Junior Sister Su Ling, flee!” Yin Tianxing shouted triumphantly.

He turned to see Ye Yun dragging Su Ling toward the exit, already hundreds of zhang away.