The shattering of treasures.
The roaring of the earth.
An endless chorus of screams and wails.
The sky above was clear and bright, but the whole of Soul-Hooking Valley had become a living hell.
Xiao Pingtian stared, dumbfounded, at the cultivators below being reaped like wheat and cut down to the ground. It wasn't that they didn't try to resist. It was just useless. In the face of absolute power, all flashy tricks were nothing but a waste of time.
Luo Yunchao watched as the cultivators before him fell in rows. Wherever Lin Yun's Coldflame Sword passed, not a single path to survival was left. One after another, the disciples collapsed. Some were not killed outright and could only lie writhing on the ground in agony, hoping someone might save them. Others dropped to their knees, begging for their lives.
Wang Chen was terrified. He had traveled far and wide and had seen his share of grand scenes. But the scene before him now was too damn frightening. Was this really a siege against Lin Yun? This was a slaughter!
Forget about injuring Lin Yun; these dozens of cultivators couldn't even get close to him. The combination of his killing intent and the Ghostly Void Steps was simply too terrifying, completely overwhelming them. Combined with his own keen perception of others' killing intent, a cultivator was often cut down by Lin Yun's backhand before they could even make a move.
Now, watching Lin Yun walk towards him, Wang Chen didn't hesitate for a second. He dropped directly to his knees.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
He smashed his head against the ground, his voice trembling. "Senior Brother Lin, it wasn't my idea to come here! It was Xiao Pingtian! Xiao Pingtian forced me to come!"
Lin Yun looked at him coldly. "When Pei Miaojin died, you cheered 'good' six times in a row."
With just that one sentence, Lin Yun's sword flashed, and Wang Chen was dead.
He was like a god of slaughter. No one in Soul-Hooking Valley could leave, nor could they live.
In the blink of an eye, only a sparse two or three people were left standing. The entire process hadn't taken long at all. It was over so quickly that Xiao Pingtian didn't even have time to stop it. The explosive combination of the Azure Origin Sword Style and Lin Yun's killing intent was too fast, too strong.
By the time Xiao Pingtian came to his senses, there were barely any people left alive. The few who survived were completely shattered by the sight of this true Asura's hell. It was likely an image they would never be able to forget for the rest of their lives.
Of course, that was assuming they were qualified to leave here alive.
"Stop!"
Xiao Pingtian, tightly gripping his Clear Song Sword, dove down, aiming straight for Lin Yun! He couldn't just watch as all these people were killed; otherwise, he would have a hard time explaining this to the other sects.
Luo Yunchao saw Lin Yun walking towards him, and his legs turned to jelly. He could only screech in a cracking, drake-like voice, "Senior Brother Xiao, save me! Save me!"
Lin Yun snorted. "I gave you all a chance. You were the ones who came seeking death! Today, no one is leaving here alive!"
Sword Qi erupted from him like scattered starlight. Although Xiao Pingtian's attack was close, Lin Yun was clearly a step faster. Killing Xiao Pingtian wouldn't be easy. But these Origin Sea and early Sky-Soaring Realm disciples who had no power to fight back? Killing them was no different from crushing an ant.
The moment the world fell silent, Xiao Pingtian's Clear Song Sword arrived.
But Lin Yun just casually swung his own sword.
CLANG!
The Coldflame Sword and the Clear Song Sword collided, and the Clear Song Sword was actually sent flying. Even Xiao Pingtian himself was forced back several steps.
The web of his hand throbbed with a dull pain, his right arm trembling. What is this power? He felt as if his entire arm was about to snap from the impact of that one clash. What had this monster done to his body? How could he have become so powerful in such a short time? Xiao Pingtian couldn't understand it.
As for Luo Yunchao, he could go be a "Kidney-Deficient Young Master" in the underworld now.
"I said, everyone who remains here must die. I don't usually make promises, but since I said it, I will definitely do it," Lin Yun said, looking at Xiao Pingtian with a savage grin.
At this moment, Lin Yun hardly looked like a normal person. Having personally killed so many, his mental state had begun to waver. The battle at the Chen Family Fort, the battle in the Ancient Forbidden Land… each place was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. It was already a miracle that he had endured. But this time, these were his own 'kind'.
Xiao Pingtian sneered. "Although that bunch of trash couldn't hurt you, you must have expended a great deal of Yuan Qi just now, right? I'd like to see how you plan to defeat me in this state." He seemed to see a glimmer of hope for victory, carefully hiding the slight tremor in his right hand.
As for Lin Yun, he had no intention of wasting any more breath on this man. The reason he chose to have a decisive battle with Xiao Pingtian here was not just because of Pei Miaojin, but also because he himself wanted this farce to come to an end. It was always uncomfortable being targeted by someone like this. Moreover, he now had many new techniques and was confident he could rely on them to eliminate Xiao Pingtian.
Lin Yun's greatest confidence now lay in the secrets he held.
Just as he was on the verge of suffering a cultivation deviation, the power of the Chongqing Bird helped to stabilize his Spiritual Terrace. However, that was the extent of its help. It would not take the initiative to do anything for Lin Yun unless he was truly in a life-or-death moment. And for now, that possibility was still low.
Facing Xiao Pingtian's taunts, Lin Yun simply swung his sword. Again and again.
Xiao Pingtian could only block. What he couldn't believe was that he, a Spirit Cauldron Realm expert, was not gaining the slightest advantage in a direct clash of strength with Lin Yun. This man's power was simply terrifying. Every swing of his sword was like having a great mountain smashed down upon you. Few people could withstand such a thing.
After being knocked back one more time, Xiao Pingtian was enraged. "Insignificant tricks! I'll let you witness the true power of the Spirit Cauldron Realm!"
Xiao Pingtian admitted that he couldn't match Lin Yun in raw strength, but his cultivation realm was still a solid suppressor.
Lin Yun, however, was not flustered at all. He raised his sword.
"Xiao Pingtian, to your death!"
The situation within Soul-Hooking Valley was still unknown to the outside world.
But the entirety of Nether Cave Mountain was in complete chaos.
A group of elders had gathered together. In previous Grand Tournaments, every disciple sent in would have a Rebirth Lamp left behind. If they died inside, the lamp would naturally extinguish.
For the first few days, the lamps had only been going out in twos and threes. But just a moment ago, the Rebirth Lamps of the Flowing Cloud Sect, the Constant Sun Sect, and several others had begun extinguishing in great swathes.
Shangguan Wan nearly fainted. Others might not know, but her intuition told her that the one responsible for this was probably that troublemaking boy again. As she expected, he was never one to keep quiet.