Chapter 0580 Team Annihilation

Chapter 0580: Wiping Out the Legion

Before those martial masters could arrive, Qin Yun had already left the cave dwelling.

As he departed, he made sure to slaughter all their horses.

Those horses were mounts they had exchanged with points, costing 200 points apiece—no small price.

Since he neither wanted them nor could take them, he simply eliminated them, making sure the Tyrant Dragon Legion would feel the loss.

Once outside, Qin Yun was quickly chased down by twenty martial masters from the Tyrant Dragon Legion.

"Qin Yun, if you’ve got any guts, stand your ground!"

The speaker was the leader of the Tyrant Dragon Legion, a surprisingly young man, barely in his twenties, clad in black armor and wielding a heavy sword.

"You expect me to stick around and get caught?" Qin Yun laughed loudly, continuing to sprint.

"I am Long Ziming, a member of the Long family. Don’t you hate us the most?" Long Ziming sneered. "I’ll give you a chance right now—let’s settle this properly. What do you say?"

"What reason do I have to fight you?" Qin Yun snorted, still running.

"Relax, I swear none of them will step in," Long Ziming said. "I wanna see what you’ve got!"

Long Ziming knew his legion had been decimated by Qin Yun.

He personally took no hit, but Qin Yun had profited, gaining over 200 points.

Qin Yun had only just entered the Immortal Soldier Illusory Realm and already acquired over 200 points—a no small achievement.

"Fine, I’ll fight you!" Qin Yun suddenly stopped.

Even if he died, it’d be no big deal.

Fighting Long Ziming would let him gauge his own strength.

"That’s more like it!" Long Ziming smirked triumphantly, heaving his heavy sword down at Qin Yun.

His sword strike wasn’t particularly fast, but it carried a weird, unsettling power.

That bizarre force pulled at him like a vacuum!

Qin Yun had intended to dodge, but the suction made his movements sluggish.

Forced into it, he raised his blade to block.

Boom!

Qin Yun’s blade clashed against the sword, sending out a shockwave.

Meanwhile, Long Ziming’s heavy sword exploded with brutal force.

The collision left Qin Yun’s arm throbbing.

"Damn it, without the Sky Lion Mystic Body, I’m outmatched!"

After retracting his blade, Qin Yun swiftly unleashed the Six Forms of Wind Slash, slashing several times.

"You’re not so tough either!" Long Ziming deflected with his sword, parrying multiple strikes before driving Qin Yun back.

Qin Yun had to admit that without the power of the Profound Body or bloodline, facing a warrior of the Spirit Martial Realm was overwhelming.

"Yun'er, use that power!" Qin Yun suddenly said to Ling Yuner.

At that moment, Long Ziming charged forward with a guttural shout, thrusting his sword!

"Flash Thunder Sword Technique—this is a peak Earth-grade combat technique! The captain is getting more and more skilled!" A middle-aged man watching from afar chuckled.

When the sword thrust came, it still generated an unnatural pulling force, making it difficult for Qin Yun to move even half a step.

Kaboom!

Qin Yun couldn't dodge in time. Even as he swung his arm to block with his blade, his movements were painfully slow, resulting in a devastating blow to his chest!

Long Ziming, using the Flash Thunder Sword Technique, streaked forward like a thunderbolt and sent Qin Yun flying dozens of meters.

Qin Yun lay on the ground, a gaping wound in his chest, convulsing in pain.

"Qin Yun, you're done for!"

Long Ziming leaped into the air and descended, his heavy sword pointing downward as his body went into a vicious spin, stabbing fiercely toward the ground.

This was still the Flash Thunder Sword Technique—only even more terrifying.

At that moment, Ling Yuner unleashed the power of the Mingyang Dao Core, generating a tremendous crushing force that surged upward.

Long Ziming plummeted down, his spinning sword colliding with the crushing force.

Boom!

The violent impact erupted with a shockwave.

Instantly, a gale-force wind erupted, sweeping up fallen leaves and dust.

Damn it! Long Ziming was sent flying, his arm shaking visibly as he landed unsteadily.

Though Qin Yun had deflected Long Ziming's killing blow, the shockwave left his entire body seared with pain.

"Not bad! You've got some fight in you!" Long Ziming sneered before attacking again.

Qin Yun still didn’t understand what kind of power Long Ziming was using, but it always generated an intense suction force that slowed his movements—sometimes even rendering him immobile.

The moment Long Ziming approached, Qin Yun wouldn't dare close the distance.

Seeing Qin Yun keeping his distance, Long Ziming roared in anger, "Why are you running? Get over here now!"

"Long Ziming, you might not know this, but your squad already killed me once!" Qin Yun smirked coldly before suddenly blurring forward.

"Hah! If that’s the case, then even better!" Long Ziming laughed loudly and lashed out with his blade.

The suction force reappeared, but Qin Yun sensed it in time and retreated over a dozen steps.

He realized that maintaining a certain distance from Long Ziming allowed him to avoid its effects.

"Xiao Yun, I’m about to begin. Strike when ready!"

Ling Yuner suddenly spoke—it was her earlier release of the Mingyang Dao Core’s gravity that had blocked Long Ziming’s devastating strike.

Long Ziming launched several attacks in a row but failed to hit Qin Yun, grew furious and cursed, "Qin Yun, you coward! If I catch you, I'll make sure to torture you mercilessly until you wish you were dead!"

Qin Yun rushed forward: "Catch me? You won't get the chance!"

Ling Yuner quickly released her gravity power, pressing it onto Long Ziming as Qin Yun approached.

Long Ziming suddenly felt his body grow like lead, making it nearly impossible to move, while Qin Yun was right in front of him.

"Someone help me!" Long Ziming screamed in panic.

Qin Yun swung his blade, lopping off Long Ziming's head, and sneered, "You said they wouldn’t interfere earlier. What now?"

With Long Ziming defeated, Qin Yun scored four points!

The twenty Spirit Martial Realm warriors immediately rushed over, surrounding Qin Yun and attacking him in unison.

Qin Yun launched himself skyward and unleashed shadow power, melting into the shadows.

The warriors below stood dumbfounded.

Even though it was night, their eyes were keen enough to spot even the tiniest objects in the air.

Yet Qin Yun, a full-grown man, had vanished without a trace.

Hidden in the shadows, Qin Yun quietly descended to the ground and guided his throwing knives.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Five throwing knives streaked through the air, instantly piercing the heads of five warriors.

Inside the Immortal Soldier Illusion Realm, no one had strong armor.

Qin Yun's mental energy was formidable, and his throwing knives were wickedly sharp, streaking like lightning to pierce through the warriors' skulls.

Concealed in darkness, he struck like a shadow.

Six Forms of Wind Slash!

Six consecutive slashes cut down six warriors.

The throwing knives then hunted down those trying to flee, killing five more.

The remaining few were injured by the knives and barely made it a few steps before Qin Yun caught up and finished them off with a single slash.

"Wiped them all out."

Qin Yun smirked as he watched the disintegrating bodies.

The Tyrant Dragon Legion was no pushover.

Yet now, they had been wiped out by Qin Yun alone!

It was rare for a legion to be completely annihilated in the realm, let alone by a single person!

Qin Yun's score shot up to three hundred and twenty-three!

Instantly, he broke into the top 250.

This sent shockwaves through those closely tracking the rankings.

In less than an hour, Qin Yun had gained over three hundred points, obviously having wiped out an entire legion.

...

Not all disciples spent their entire day in the Immortal Armory Illusory Realm. The top-ranked disciples only logged in when their positions were threatened, increasing their points to maintain their standings.

Word of Qin Yun's point surge had reached the top ten.

Chu Binyu was quite pleased upon hearing the news.

The cyclops elder scowled and said, "Half of the top ten disciples belong to clan factions. I wonder how they'll respond?"

"I'm worried too! If they capture Qin Yun inside the Immortal Armory Illusory Realm, that would spell trouble!"

The possibility weighed heavily on Chu Binyu.

"Being captured in the Immortal Armory Illusory Realm is the worst! Especially if they torture him endlessly—that would break anyone!"

"In the past, there was a disciple who, after being captured and tortured, couldn’t endure the pain and left the realm, and got docked a thousand points!"

"There are too many disciples from clan factions. If they unite, Qin Yun will be in grave danger!" The cyclops elder sighed. "Here's hoping he cracks the top ten!"

Though initially happy, Chu Binyu grew concerned at the thought of Qin Yun being targeted by the clan factions.

...

Meanwhile, among the clan factions, four men and one woman were summoned to a luxurious hall.

These five were among the top ten on the Martial Arts Ranking, all from clan factions.

An elder looked at them and said, "You must have heard—Qin Yun wiped out the Tyrant Dragon Legion."

"We have!" A big-eared, dark-complexioned youth scoffed. "Qin Yun is quite capable. After just days in the Realm, he’s gained so many points!"

"Your orders are to apprehend Qin Yun. Don’t kill him—just prevent him from taking any action to stop his points from increasing," the elder instructed.

"Damn, there goes our downtime. Back to the damn coffin pods!" A short man grumbled. "That punk Qin Yun wrecked my R&R. When I catch him, I’ll make him suffer!"

"Don't get cocky! Though Qin Yun is only a Ninth Layer Martial Path warrior, he’s tough to deal with. Intel says he's armed now—no clue how," the elder warned sternly.

"It takes at least two hundred points to exchange for weapons, but Qin Yun didn’t have that many before. How'd he score those?" the tall woman asked.