Divine Emperor Demon Emperor

Lin Yun’s valor ignited the fighting spirit and Battle Intent of the Flawless Palace disciples, and it also drew the eyes of many Qing Zhu Association members. At this moment, several Qing Zhu Association Martial Artists at the Ninth Layer of the Primordial Ocean Realm had the same thought: ’Lin Yun must be the backbone of the Flawless Palace disciples. If we can just kill him, the Flawless Palace is sure to be defeated.’

"Quick! Surround and kill that brat and that beast!" Ten Martial Artists at the Ninth Layer of the Primordial Ocean Realm closed in on Lin Yun. Under their command, the Qing Zhu Association Martial Artists, who originally had several hundred more members than the Flawless Palace disciples, instantly swarmed Lin Yun and Little Ape.

By this point in the battle, the Qing Zhu Association, which had started with twice as many Martial Artists as the Flawless Palace, had also suffered heavy losses.

The initial volley from the Thunder Shock Crossbows had killed over two hundred of them. After the fighting began, Lin Yun and Little Ape had slain dozens more. Now, the Qing Zhu Association was left with only seven hundred Primordial Ocean Realm Martial Artists.

By now, the Qing Zhu Association Martial Artists all understood the key to victory. They directed their surplus of two hundred men to focus all their efforts on surrounding and killing Lin Yun and Little Ape. As long as those two were taken care of, the Flawless Palace disciples would naturally fall apart.

Lin Yun was receiving special attention. Dozens of Qing Zhu Association Martial Artists surrounded Little Ape, while over a hundred swarmed Lin Yun himself.

It was one versus a hundred, and all of them were at the Primordial Ocean Realm. Among them were twenty Martial Artists at the Ninth Layer of the Primordial Ocean Realm, the same Realm as Lin Yun.

If these hundred-odd men had only been at the Qi Sea Realm, Lin Yun wouldn’t have feared them in the slightest. Forget a hundred Qi Sea Realm cultivators—he could have annihilated a thousand of them with a flick of his wrist.

But these were over a hundred men at the Primordial Ocean Realm. For them to corner him like this... it was safe to say Lin Yun’s chances of survival were slim to none.

"Senior Brother...!" Seeing the Qing Zhu Association lock onto Lin Yun, Core Disciples like Bai Zhicheng and He Yuntian roared out.

However, though they wanted to go to Lin Yun’s aid, they were pinned down by their own opponents. Their adversaries were at the Ninth Layer of the Primordial Ocean Realm, and defeating them in a few moves was no easy feat.

Seeing Lin Yun in peril, every single one of the Flawless Palace disciples dug deep, attacking their opponents with frenzied desperation. Their goal was the same: to crush the enemies before them as quickly as possible and rush to Lin Yun’s aid.

Instead of demoralizing the Flawless Palace disciples, the attempt to corner Lin Yun only ignited their ferocity. Their assault grew even more frantic, and they fought with abandon, willing to trade life for life just to slay their opponents.

Watching his fellow disciples fight so desperately, Lin Yun scanned the hundred-plus men encircling him. His gaze finally settled on the twenty leaders among them, all at the Ninth Layer of the Primordial Ocean Realm.

"You think a mere hundred men are enough to kill me?" Lin Yun said calmly, a cold laugh escaping his lips.

"Haha, so you’re Lin Yun, the First Senior Brother of Flawless Palace and one of the six great Demon Fiends of the Eastern Domain," one of the Ninth Layer Primordial Ocean Realm cultivators laughed. "No wonder. Who else in Flawless Palace could possess such incredible Combat Power? But it’s a pity. Today, you are fated to die filled with regret outside the North Gate of Wind City."

"Once you’re dead, the morale of the Flawless Palace disciples will shatter. Wiping them out after that will be child’s play," another one at the Ninth Layer of the Primordial Ocean Realm chimed in with a laugh.

The hundred-plus men surrounding Lin Yun all wore cold smirks. In their eyes, even if he was a Demon Fiend, he had no chance of survival when ganged up on by over a hundred Primordial Ocean Realm Martial Artists.

Besides, Lin Yun was only at the Ninth Layer of the Primordial Ocean Realm. Even with his heaven-defying Combat Power, as long as he hadn’t broken through to the Celestial Spirit Realm, he was still just a Primordial Ocean Realm cultivator. He stood no chance of winning against a hundred-man siege.

Every member of the Qing Zhu Association wore a cold sneer. To them, Lin Yun was already a dead man. But in Lin Yun’s mind, ’If you want me dead, I’m afraid a hundred of you won’t be enough. Even if you’re going to kill me, I’ll make you understand that I’m not so easy to kill.’

With a flick of his Demon Bone Heaven-Dominating Spear to shake off the blood, the Elemental Power in Lin Yun’s body suddenly exploded. In that instant, he activated the War God Transformation. His aura shattered the limits of the Ninth Layer of the Primordial Ocean Realm, soaring to the level of Celestial Spirit Realm Minor Achievement.

"Using a Secret Technique? Haha, Lin Yun, I really gave you too much credit! In a battle of this scale, how long can you possibly last after activating a Secret Technique? With so many of us, we can just wear you down to death!" one of the leaders of the Qing Zhu Association laughed heartily.

"Wear me down?" Lin Yun laughed coldly. "You think I used this Secret Technique to stall for time? My intentions are the exact opposite. I’m going to slaughter all one hundred of you." With that, Lin Yun seized the initiative and launched his assault.

One against a hundred. Far from being afraid, Lin Yun’s thoughts weren’t on self-preservation, but on how to annihilate every last one of them. This was his pride—a pride unlike any other.

"You’re courting death!" They had over a hundred men surrounding him, yet Lin Yun was still acting this brazen. Several of the leaders roared in fury.

"Kill!"

Though besieged by over a hundred men, Lin Yun was not only fearless, but he fought with growing ferocity. His spear became wreathed in violet flames, and in his hands, the Red Flame Spear Technique began to slowly transform.

One slain, ten slain, twenty slain, thirty slain...

Trapped in their midst, Lin Yun fought like a God of Slaughter. In just fifteen minutes, he had already slain thirty members of the Qing Zhu Association.

However, after killing so many, Lin Yun was naturally heavily wounded himself. With more than a hundred men attacking him at once, it was impossible to be flawless, no matter how quick his reflexes or how impenetrable his defense.

Moreover, Lin Yun hadn’t even considered defending himself. What he wanted was the utter annihilation of all hundred-plus men.

The wounds on his body were now countless—on his arms, his legs, his back, his chest, his stomach. Blood had long since dyed his clothes crimson, yet the Demon Bone Heaven-Dominating Spear in his hand continued to thrust out again and again.

"Haha, exhilarating! What’s wrong? Why aren’t you coming? Weren’t you going to kill me? Come on, then!" Lin Yun’s ferocious bravery struck fear into the hearts of the Qing Zhu Association members. He seemed completely unconcerned with his injuries. By now, his opponents were beginning to hesitate.

Seeing their force of a hundred men being terrified by Lin Yun alone, the leader roared in fury. Of the original twenty experts at the Ninth Layer of the Primordial Ocean Realm, only fifteen now remained.

"Lin Yun, stop bluffing! You’re a spent force! We will kill you today! Men, kill him! Whoever slays Lin Yun will be rewarded with five hundred thousand Middle Grade Primordial Stones and one Earth Level Middle Grade Martial Skill!"

There are always brave men to be found under a heavy reward. Five hundred thousand Middle Grade Primordial Stones and an Earth Level Middle Grade Martial Skill—faced with such a massive prize, the once-hesitant Qing Zhu Association Martial Artists charged at Lin Yun once more.

"Haha, good of you to come!" Lin Yun laughed heartily. Instead of retreating, he advanced, charging to meet them head-on.

With such a rich reward on the line, every one of them wanted to be the one to kill Lin Yun. The remaining hundred men of the Qing Zhu Association descended upon him in a frenzy. That’s how it is on the battlefield sometimes; a great reward, combined with an ignited fighting spirit, makes men forget their fear.