Chapter 0528 Sword Star Sect

Chapter 0528 Sword Star Sect

Tian Ruoleng, wielding the Frostcloud Blade, charged with killing intent toward Long Wuchen.

Long Wuchen quickly gathered all his strength, bracing himself against Tian Ruoleng’s terrifying slash.

"You bitch, don’t get too arrogant! I, Long Wuchen, am not to be messed with!"

Long Wuchen roared and swiftly raised his sword to block the ferocious strike of the Frostcloud Blade.

Swoosh!

The clash of blade and sword released a wave of icy cold energy, freezing the surroundings into frost.

Long Wuchen gritted his teeth and let out a strained cry, barely deflected Tian Ruoleng’s heavy blade.

But it took everything he had!

Seeing Tian Ruoleng’s dominant stance, Qin Yun felt reassured.

He turned his gaze to Yang Mutian, gripping his own blade tightly.

"First Lineage trash, come at me! You don’t scare me!" Yang Mutian sneered. "Last time, I only kneeled out of desperation! If it weren’t for Tian Ruoleng and Yue Wulan, without relying on a Dao Artifact, you’re nothing without them!"

"My strength may not be much, but it’s more than enough to deal with you!"

Qin Yun strode forward with his blade, not even flaring his aura.

When he reached Yang Mutian, he delivered a simple, unimpressive chop.

Yang Mutian easily blocked it!

His hand was stung a little by the impact, and he let out a mocking laugh. "Is that all you’ve got? Not as impressive as the rumors say, hahaha… That strike of yours had no power at all, like a weakling’s!"

"Was that your strongest defense just now?" Qin Yun said calmly, then swung another simple, unimpressive chop.

"Against you, I don’t even need my full strength to block!" Yang Mutian taunted, though secretly using all his power to defend.

Klang!

Qin Yun’s blade struck Yang Mutian’s sword, sending a jolt of lightning coursing through it.

The current traveled up the sword and into Yang Mutian’s arm, causing a sharp sting.

Still, Yang Mutian brushed it off.

After all, he assumed that was Qin Yun’s strongest attack—it was only natural to feel some numbness.

"Two strikes, and still so pathetic and limp!" Yang Mutian mocked Qin Yun with a loud laugh.

Qin Yun gave a thin smile and swung a third time—another seemingly ordinary chop, as if splitting kindling.

But this strike was unnaturally powerful!

It actually left a gaping chip in Yang Mutian’s sword!

Yang Mutian panicked and tried to retreat.

Yet Qin Yun’s blade suddenly became blindingly fast and brutal.

With a ferocious aura, like a storm crashing through waves, accompanied by crackling lightning!

The blade descended, cleanly slicing through the towering wave, severing the sword in Yang Mutian's hand!

"Ah!"

After Yang Mutian's longsword was split apart, his chest took the brunt of the fierce blade force, blasting a gaping hole!

If not for Yang Mutian's top-tier king-grade spirit armor protecting him, the force from that strike alone would have pierced straight through his body.

"Yang Mutian, say goodbye to your cultivation!" Qin Yun closed the distance, driving a fist toward Yang Mutian's abdomen.

"Bellow!"

At the same time, an elder from the Yang family roared loudly.

But Qin Yun's fist had already landed on Yang Mutian's abdomen.

BOOM!

A thunderous impact erupted, accompanied by a shockwave of energy!

Qin Yun was also blasted backward, exclaiming in shock, "A Dantian Ward Talisman?"

When his fist struck, he sensed a vicious backlash surging from Yang Mutian's dantian.

"Little Yun, their dantians are too strong—hard to break through!"

Though Tian Ruoleng had hacked at Long Wuchen, leaving him covered in bloody wounds, his Dao Core remained intact.

"They have Dantian Ward Talismans! It's a type of talisman that shields the Dao Core and dantian. This level of defense must be a Mystic Talisman!"

Qin Yun frowned and said, "These Mystic Talismans are embedded within their dantians, so they can't be detected by barriers!"

Upon hearing this, Tian Ruoleng cursed furiously and intensified her attacks. A few more slashes sent one of Long Wuchen's arms flying.

Meanwhile, Yang Mutian, covered in blade wounds, spat vicious curses at Qin Yun.

The Yang family elder observing from outside also kept barking threats.

This only enraged Qin Yun further!

"Ah—"

Yang Mutian howled as his arm went flying.

"Qin Yun, you will die screaming!" The Yang family elder bellowed in fury upon seeing this.

Qin Yun attempted several times but failed to shatter Yang Mutian's Dao Core, forcing him to attack even more ferociously.

Before long, Yang Mutian and Long Wuchen were reduced to bloody pulp by Qin Yun and Tian Ruoleng, a horrific mess.

Their earlier arrogance had now turned into a pathetic state, leaving the onlookers murmuring in shock.

"I'm going to cripple them completely!"

Qin Yun planted his foot on Yang Mutian's gut, his fist coiling with devastating energy.

Just as he was about to unleash the killing strike, an utterly terrifying Dao pressure suddenly surged toward him!

KABOOM!

A massive purple-gold lightning bolt, as wide as a barrel, descended from the sky and struck Qin Yun!

"Who?" Qin Yun, his body smoldering from the impact, bellowed in rage.

Just then, three figures slowly descended from the air.

The crowd recoiled in alarm!

Among the three, two were middle-aged men, and one was a youth.

All of them wore white robes, with a star tattooed in the center of their foreheads.

They were from the Sword Star Sect!

The one who had attacked Qin Yun through the barrier was none other than a Martial Lord of the *Xuan Martial realm*!

If not for the barrier's protection, that strike would have severely injured or even killed Qin Yun.

"You insolent whelp! This is just a mere training bout. Was it necessary to be so ruthless?"

A portly middle-aged man thundered angrily, his cold gaze fixed on Jian Lang. "Drop the barrier and let them out for treatment!"

"Horseshit! These two have been trying to kill us all along. If they were stronger, they’d be even more vicious!"

Tian Ruoleng, furious at seeing Qin Yun struck by lightning, snarled back.

"Silence!"

The middle-aged man, enraged, brandished his sword, loosing another purple-gold lightning bolt.

Jian Lang swiftly dashed forward, summoning his *lifebound sword* (*a cultivator’s soul-linked weapon*), deflecting the lightning with a single slash. Coldly, he said, "Out of respect for you as a senior, I’ll overlook your earlier attack on Qin Yun. But if you strike again, I won’t hold back!"

Jian Lang’s *lifebound sword* flashed out—every blade in the room shuddered imperceptibly.

Even the *lifebound sword* in Jian Mang’s hand thrummed with power!

"Drop the barrier! I need to save them!"

The middle-aged man’s face twitched with irritation upon seeing Jian Lang intervene.

"Yang Yanxing, this duel isn’t over!" Jian Lang’s tone was firm, refusing to drop the barrier.

Among the three from the Sword Star Sect, one was a Martial Lord of the *Xuan Martial realm*, another was a martial master of the *Ling Martial realm*, and the last was a Ninth-Layer Martial Path warrior.

The Martial Lord of the *Xuan Martial realm* had once been a disciple of the Sword and Saber Manor—hence why Jian Lang addressed him as a senior.

Yang Yanxing’s sudden appearance was clearly to protect Yang Mutian.

"Jian Lang, this is the token given to me by the former Manor Lord!" Yang Yanxing produced a golden token.

Engraved with crossed swords and sabers, it pulsed with baleful light, radiating a terrifying sword aura.

The mere presence of the token’s sword aura made the onlookers’ knees buckle!

"You dare disrespect the old Manor Lord?" Yang Yanxing hissed. "If so, I’ll purge this manor myself!"

Jaw clenched, Jian Lang could only drop the barrier.

Once the barrier was activated, Yang Yanxing stormed in with his men to check on Yang Mutian's injuries.

"Qin Yun, you damned animal?" Yang Yanxing glared furiously at Qin Yun.

"It's your Yang family who are the beasts!" Tian Ruoleng shot back.

"Who asked for your opinion? Shut your mouth, damn woman!"

A cold and arrogant youth from the Sword Star Sect snorted, blurred into motion, and appeared before Tian Ruoleng, slapping her hard.

CRACK!

Tian Ruoleng was sent flying, landing on the ground with blood seeping from her split lip.

Qin Yun saw red, bringing his blade down in a furious arc toward the youth.

"Next fighter to move gets a blade through their throat!"

Seeing the situation about to explode into chaos, Jian Lang unleashed his sword aura, weighing on them all like a landslide.

"He struck first—what's your excuse for that?" Qin Yun growled, his body heavy as lead, glaring at the youth in fury.

Yang Yanxing sneered. "If you're not satisfied, fight to the death!"

"So be it!"

Tian Ruoleng wiped the blood from her lips, her eyes blazing murder as killing intent surged from her furious gaze.

Seeing her injuries, Qin Yun naturally refused to let her fight.

Yue Wulan supported Tian Ruoleng, murmuring urgently, "Big sister, let Xiao Yun handle this. That guy isn't easy to deal with."

The wounded Long Wuchen and Yang Mutian were hauled off the barrier arena!

"If Qin Yun is killed, we'll pay you 500 million purple crystal coins!" an elder from the Yang family shouted loudly.

The cold and arrogant youth swelled with arrogance, his eyes gleaming with malice as he gripped a sharp longsword, staring at Qin Yun.

Yang Yanxing barked at Jian Lang, "Jian Lang, by order of the old Manor Lord's token, I command you to open the barrier!"

Jian Lang's face turned stone-cold with barely contained rage as he slowly reopened the barrier.

Dao Fan stood beside Yue Wulan and Tian Ruoleng, poised to intercept any moves from the Sword Star Sect.

"Jian Lang, look at this token in my hand and mark my words. No one but the old Manor Lord or the current Manor Lord may close the barrier or interfere with the life-and-death battle inside. Anyone who disobeys will answer to me!"

"The barrier can only be closed once someone inside dies, allowing the survivor to exit!"

Yang Yanxing's voice was filled with authority and arrogance as he stared at Jian Lang.

"Rest assured, I will follow your orders exactly," Jian Lang replied, though inwardly seething, desperately hoping Qin Yun would win.

"Zhuo Yisong, you are the most talented among my disciples—the foremost blade of the Sword Star Sect's Martial Dao realm!"

"Kill this bastard, and our Yang family will pay you 500 million purple crystal coins!" Yang Yanxing said coldly, glancing at Tian Ruoleng and Yue Wulan.

At that moment, Xiong Dao also arrived. After learning what had happened, he too was seeing red.

He stood with Dao Fan, shielding Tian Ruoleng and Yue Wulan.

The sudden appearance of Sword Star Sect members, especially an influential elder from the Yang family wielding the old Manor Lord's token, caught many off guard.

Long Wuchen and Yang Mutian, now being treated by the alchemy hall, gradually regained consciousness, their faces contorted in venomous hatred as they glared at Qin Yun inside the barrier arena.

Zhuo Yisong was of average height, with a lean and handsome face. Cold, arrogant, and brimming with killing intent, he pointed his sword at Qin Yun.