At this moment, Lin Yun finally understood the meaning of "broad and profound." After he had cultivated the Azure Origin Sword Style, it seemed as if all the sword styles in the world were interconnected. As long as you understood one, you could understand them all.
The instant he unleashed this strike, all the killing intent in his body dissipated, channeled into the attack. Accompanied by a deafening roar that shook the heavens and the earth, the sword strike was like a madman going against the heavens. Formless energy, wrapped in lightning that fell from the sky, surged forward like a roaring river.
Even though Murong Hongyi was charging at full speed, he was still a step too slow.
Before everyone's eyes, he was swiftly devoured by the billowing sword Qi, his figure vanishing from sight. A few breaths later, the sword Qi suddenly exploded.
Murong Hongyi reappeared, covered in blood. He stood his ground, his hands trembling, fresh blood still dripping from his fingertips. He stared ferociously at Lin Yun. Now he finally understood the meaning of "a taste of one's own medicine."
The Seven Fiends Fist Style was formidable, but it had many flaws. The Seven Kills Sword Style that Lin Yun had comprehended, however, had corrected those flaws, leaving behind only an even more ferocious and murderous set of sword techniques. For the current Murong Hongyi, this was utterly fatal.
Within that storm of sword Qi, he had felt as if every inch of his body was being pierced by needles. The intense agony was almost enough to make him pass out. He had only managed to endure it by relying on his powerful willpower. It was in that instant that he had nearly broken through his own limits, throwing out close to a hundred punches.
"Haha, so this is the extent of your ability," Murong Hongyi laughed, and after a brief respite, he charged forward once again.
Lin Yun just watched him coldly, saying nothing.
Just as everyone was wondering why Lin Yun wasn't reacting, they saw Murong Hongyi arrive right beside him. Murong Hongyi himself was also extremely curious. In this situation, Lin Yun should have been defending himself, yet he just stood there, seemingly having lost the ability to move.
But Murong Hongyi had no time to think about it. Since Lin Yun wouldn't make a move, he would just kill him.
The moment he threw his punch, he suddenly felt as if his joints had been frozen solid. He looked at Lin Yun, his face filled with terror.
Lin Yun spoke flatly. "The sword Qi of the Seven Kills Sword Style doesn't just cause physical damage. It implants itself deep into your bone marrow. Soon, you will find yourself unable to move at all."
Murong Hongyi, naturally, didn't believe him. But no matter how he struggled, it was just as Lin Yun had said. His body, as if petrified, began to lose its mobility.
Murong Hongyi finally believed it, but when he opened his mouth to speak, no words came out. Even his mouth seemed to have lost its function.
A smile touched the corners of Lin Yun's lips. "Just as I said. Now, this is over."
He patted Murong Hongyi's shoulder, his gaze sweeping over the other members of the Seven Fiends Gate.
"Your strongest senior disciple has been defeated by me! The rest of you are no match for me. Surrender and live, resist and die."
At Lin Yun's command, no one from the Seven Fiends Gate dared to resist. Murong Hongyi watched these spineless cowards, hating them so much his teeth itched. But there was nothing more he could say.
"Now, let's talk," Lin Yun said. "What exactly is the Crimson Ghost Sect planning? I believe since you were cooperating with them, you must know the reasons. As long as you tell me, I can spare your life."
Murong Hongyi's eyes darted back and forth. He didn't know how much of what Lin Yun said was true. If he really revealed everything, it would mean the end of the cooperation between the Seven Fiends Gate and the Crimson Ghost Sect. But if he didn't talk, would he be able to leave here alive?
"You know in your heart what choice to make," Lin Yun said coldly, watching him. "My patience is limited."
Within this domain of slaughter, Murong Hongyi's spirit was being constantly hammered. The suffocating feeling instilled a deep-seated fear in his heart. He didn't dare to oppose Lin Yun.
"I don't know much. This was a high-level cooperation, after all," Murong Hongyi conceded. "But they had me gather many powerful disciples to use their lives to complete a sacrifice."
There was one more thing Murong Hongyi didn't say. This part of the plan hadn't existed originally. The sacrifice could have been completed even without the disciples from the various sects. They hadn't expected the disciples of the major sects in the Spirit Realm to be so utterly unprepared, which gave them the idea. After all, the Crimson Ghost Sect's own sacrificial offerings were not as high-quality as the disciples from these renowned sects.
Hearing this, Lin Yun generally understood the situation. "So you colluded in villainy for such a minor affair," he sneered. "A pity that after all your planning, your scheme was still so easily broken by me. What other methods do you have now?"
Murong Hongyi shook his head. "I do not know of any subsequent plans. I beg Your Excellency to spare my life."
Lin Yun looked at him, then smiled and patted his shoulder. "You're a smart man, and I know you're not joking about this. Eat this pill. As long as you behave yourself during this time, I can guarantee your life."
Murong Hongyi stared at the pill in Lin Yun's hand. He didn't know what it was, but he understood that swallowing it meant there was no turning back. However, he was already half a cripple. He didn't understand why Lin Yun was still being so cautious.
"The injuries in your body will recover within half a day. If you cooperate with me, the Seven Fiends Gate may have other options for its future."
Hearing Lin Yun's words, a light ignited in Murong Hongyi's heart. Perhaps cooperating with Lin Yun wasn't such a bad thing. At least these people had never harmed him.
"May I know this boss's name?" Murong Hongyi asked politely.
"Lin Yun," he said with a smile. "I imagine the Crimson Ghost Sect has been trying to find me and kill me."
The moment Murong Hongyi heard the name, he was completely stunned. No wonder he didn't stand a chance. This was the renowned Lin Yun. Throughout the entire Daye Dynasty's cultivation world, that name shone brightly. He had felt some resentment before, but now, losing to an expert like Lin Yun was no longer a disgrace. He had even heard that not long ago, the Sword-Bearer of the Flowing Cloud Sect, Xiao Pingtian, had also lost to Lin Yun. It was clear to all that Lin Yun's strength was formidable.
"So it was Brother Yun! From this day forward, the Seven Fiends Gate is Brother Yun's sword! Whatever you command, we will do!"