Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Weapon Techniques…

"Watch out!"

Ge Jianfeng saw the three men trying to ambush Lou Yun from behind. He shouted a warning while grabbing Lou Yun’s arms with both hands and yanking backward, trying to pull him out of the way.

Yet, the sensation he felt was like trying to budge a ten thousand-pound boulder. Lou Yun didn’t move an inch.

Though his back was turned, Lou Yun possessed extremely sharp innate senses. How could he be unaware of the movements behind him?

He understood Ge Jianfeng’s intention to pull him away. But he also knew that if he moved, the attacks would land on Ge Jianfeng instead. Therefore, allowing himself to be pulled was impossible.

The sneak attack didn’t concern Lou Yun in the slightest. Without even turning to look, he casually backhanded a wave. A massive surge of air swept out. It wasn’t particularly powerful, but it was enough to knock the trajectory of the three magical weapons off course.

At the same time, Lou Yun flicked another wisp of Fusang Fire from the fingers of his free hand, sending it to another wound on Ge Jianfeng’s body. He himself let out a loud laugh as he finally turned around to face the trio, his expression fierce and menacing.

Seeing their coordinated sneak attack effortlessly deflected by Lou Yun’s casual wave, combined with the incredible movement technique he’d shown earlier, the three men realized they were likely no match for him. Their resolve crumbled, and almost instinctively, they began shuffling backward, clearly hoping to seize the chance to flee.

Lou Yun sneered coldly, "I’ve long heard the notorious reputation of your Spirit Snake Sect, yet never had the chance to witness it firsthand. Meeting you today, it certainly lives up to its name! Let me borrow your own words: even if you sprouted ten pairs of wings today, you wouldn’t escape this place!"

This statement turned the three men deathly pale. The thin man mustered his courage, "We were ordered to resolve the matter of Ge Jianfeng. It has nothing to do with you, sir! Moreover, the Spirit Snake Sect holds no past grievances or recent conflicts with you. Why must you insist on muddying these waters?"

"Muddy these waters?" Lou Yun’s voice was icy. "The actions of your Spirit Snake Sect, you surely understand better than I do. You slaughtered an entire family! Now you seek to wipe out the last survivor! This isn’t something just I would intervene in—anyone who witnessed it would!"

At that very moment, a chillingly cold voice suddenly cut through the air, "Anyone? Why don’t I see any ‘anyone’? All I see is a brat who’s wet behind the ears!"

Hearing this abrupt voice, the faces of the three thin men lit up with glee. Conversely, Ge Jianfeng’s expression underwent a drastic transformation. Urgently, he shouted at Lou Yun, "Friend, hurry! Get away now! Leave immediately, or it’ll be too late!"

A sinister laugh followed immediately: "Trying to leave now is already too late!"

Finally, a tall figure drifted down from the air, landing before everyone’s eyes.

Lou Yun thought confusedly: Logically, if a master appeared, Chang Xiang would definitely warn him. What was going on today? The opponent was already standing before him, yet Chang Xiang hadn’t made a sound. Could this man’s strength be insignificant? But if that were true, how could he himself have failed to detect his approach?

As this thought flashed through his mind, Lou Yun turned his gaze toward the newcomer.

The newcomer appeared to be an old man around sixty years of age, with an unusually burly frame. His face was covered in scarred, uneven flesh, and where his left eye should have been remained only a deep, crimson socket, forming an expression of dreadful ferocity.

Lou Yun’s spiritual sense swept over the man, but he couldn’t penetrate his magical weapon realm. Clearly, it was higher than his own.

The three yellow-clad men had looked delighted upon hearing the old man’s voice moments before, but upon his arrival, their joy was replaced by deep fear. They dared not approach, bowing low from a distance, saying: "Subordinates greet the Guardian!"

The old man snorted coldly and cursed: "Useless trash! Can’t even handle something so simple. Go! Finish off the remnants of the Ge family. This kid is mine to deal with!"

"Yes!" The three, responding as if granted amnesty, immediately turned and advanced towards Ge Jianfeng.

Though Lou Yun had healed two of the three wounds on Ge Jianfeng’s body, his physical strength and spiritual energy were far from recovered. Seeing the three approach, Ge Jianfeng gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet, preparing to fight. He urgently warned Lou Yun: "Friend! His name is Gu Xie! Guardian of the Spirit Snake Sect! I’ve heard his cultivation is tremendously powerful. You are no match for him! If you get a chance, flee! Don’t worry about me!"

Lou Yun smiled: "Don’t worry, I’ll be fine!"

Despite his words, Lou Yun’s heart did pound with apprehension. Without knowing the opponent’s specific magical weapon realm, judging their relative strength was impossible. What was truly strange was Chang Xiang’s continued silence—no warnings, no alerts.

Lou Yun couldn’t stand it any longer and finally spoke up: "Brother Chang? Are you there?"

"I am!" Chang Xiang’s reply came swiftly.

"You are here! Then why haven’t you spoken?"

After a brief pause, Chang Xiang said: "Lou Yun, From now on, unless absolutely necessary, I will no longer reveal the enemy’s exact cultivation level or strength to you. You must learn to judge and analyze for yourself. I need you to shed your dependence on me. About this man, I’ll only tell you this: his strength is indeed above yours. But if you fight with everything you possess, victory is still possible!"

"Just like that?"

"Just like that!"

With that, Chang Xiang’s voice ceased completely. He clearly intended to leave Lou Yun to handle this himself.

Abandoning any hope of further advice, Lou Yun took a deep breath and faced Gu Xie: "Gu Xie! I’ll stay and fight you! But you must let him go!" Without knowing Gu Xie’s exact strength, Lou Yun had to find some way to ensure Ge Jianfeng’s survival first. If Ge Jianfeng could escape safely, then even if he himself couldn’t defeat Gu Xie, escaping shouldn’t be impossible!

Gu Xie laughed boisterously: "Hah! Kid, you can’t even protect yourself, and you’re thinking about me sparing the Ge runt? Today, neither you nor he will leave this place alive!"

He then glared at the three yellow-clad men: "What are you gaping at? Kill that boy now!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The three hurriedly quickened their pace towards Ge Jianfeng.

Lou Yun knew a bitter fight was inevitable today. Taking another deep breath, he gripped the Dream Emperor Sword firmly in his hand and pointed it straight ahead, his arm extended, the blade directly barring the path of the three men: "Cross this sword, and you die!"

Bolstered by Gu Xie’s presence, the men felt braver. Confident that Gu Xie wouldn’t let them get killed, they ignored Lou Yun’s warning entirely and continued striding forward.

Lou Yun’s sword tip began to tremble slightly.

Simultaneously, Gu Xie’s cold, menacing voice rang out: "Kid, if you dare move that sword even a hair, I guarantee your death will be especially ugly!"

Lou Yun was easily softened by kindness but hardened by force. Courtesy might win him over, but arrogance only provoked equal defiance. Added to this was the deep frustration with his greatest reliance, Chang Xiang, suddenly withholding crucial information. Therefore, the moment Gu Xie’s threatening words fell, Lou Yun erupted into wild laughter: "Fine! Let’s give it a try!"

Low-tier moon-grade technique— Fierce Sword! Human Fierce Sword!

A burst of golden radiance exploded along the blade of the Dream Emperor Sword. A terrifying surge of sword energy shot from its tip. The air within a meter radius distorted violently under the force. The sword, like a dragon unleashed, shot towards the three thin men.

"Shuuaah!"

Under such immense offensive power, the three had no time even to react before the golden-glinting Dream Emperor Sword shot before their eyes.

Instantly, their bodies were completely engulfed by the sword energy!

Lou Yun’s sword move was executed with startling abruptness, and its power far exceeded Gu Xie’s expectations. He hadn’t even had time to intervene.

By the time he snapped back to reality, his three subordinates lay unmoving on the ground. The terrifying sword energy had vanished. Each man now bore a foot-long gash over his dantian, blood flowing freely. Their magical weapons lay broken cleanly in half across the middle.

A shattered magical weapon signaled their lives were extinguished utterly—beyond any hope of rescue!

Looking back at Lou Yun, who had slain three mystery rank one star magical weapons masters in a single sword stroke, he stood rigid as a stone statue. His arm was still extended in the final pose of the slash, the Dream Emperor Sword held firm, his entire body frozen as if stunned.

The staggering power of Human Fierce Sword had exceeded even his own imagining! Yet, precisely because of this, a realization struck him fiercely: Chang Xiang had once told him every weapon technique possessed its own unique "intent." If you could grasp that "intent," you would naturally unleash its ultimate might!

A moment ago, a sudden surge of wildness — that ‘fierce intent’ — had arisen within Lou Yun. Without conscious thought, almost purely by instinct, he had unleashed this rarely used ‘Human Fierce Sword,’ achieving devastating effect. Now, immersed in the profound grasp of that "intent," he desperately replayed the moment in his mind, striving to crystallize that fleeting sensation.

Regaining his senses, Gu Xie’s face contorted with towering rage. Arrogant and unaccustomed to disobedience, few ever dared to slight him. Yet just now, after explicitly warning him, Lou Yun had dared to act right in his face — killing his three subordinates! This humiliation fueled his fury. He resolved to fulfill his vow: make Lou Yun die a truly gruesome death!