Chapter 621: Killing Jian Wuhen!
Even those who had already seen Li Yun display astonishing strength before were now completely shaken.
Xiantian Stage Sword Intent was already something many Heavenly Core Realm experts could not touch. Yet Li Yun had not only stepped into that realm, he had already cultivated it to twenty percent mastery. Such comprehension was simply terrifying.
But the most horrifying part was not the realm itself.
It was the nature of the Slaughter Sword Intent.
The moment it erupted, the surrounding evil spirits let out shrill screams. Large numbers of them actually froze in place, trembling violently as though they had encountered their natural nemesis. The weaker ones were directly torn apart by the pressure before Li Yun’s sword even touched them.
That scene was horrifying.
The endless swarm that had looked like an unstoppable black tide was suddenly thrown into chaos by one person’s Sword Intent alone.
Jian Wuhen’s face changed completely.
His earlier confidence vanished as if it had never existed.
He had expected Li Yun to become stronger during the battle, but he had never imagined that Li Yun would actually use the endless evil spirits to temper and elevate his Slaughter Sword Intent to such a terrifying level.
"This is impossible!"
Jian Wuhen shouted, his voice filled with shock and anger. "How can your Sword Intent be so powerful? I also possess Xiantian Stage Sword Intent, but mine is not even close to yours."
For the first time, a trace of panic appeared in his eyes.
He could clearly feel how terrifying Li Yun’s current aura had become. It was no longer the pressure of an ordinary genius. It was the pressure of someone who could use slaughter itself to shake the hearts of everyone present.
Li Yun did not answer him.
At this moment, his expression was calm to the extreme.
The more evil spirits he killed, the clearer his path became. The endless swarm around him no longer seemed overwhelming. Instead, they had become the whetstones of his sword, the fuel for his breakthrough, and the sacrifices beneath his slaughter.
His Slaughter Sword Intent surged higher and higher.
Every swing of his sword now carried a terrifying crimson arc. Every strike was sharper, colder, and more merciless than before. The three sword formations around him also seemed to resonate with that Slaughter Sword Intent, causing their power to rise to an entirely new level.
Wherever Li Yun passed, evil spirits were destroyed in large swaths.
Some were cut apart by Sword Qi, some were crushed by the pressure of Slaughter Sword Intent alone, and some were so suppressed that they could not even approach him before being annihilated.
The path before Jian Wuhen was forcibly carved open through the endless sea of evil spirits.
"Damn it!"
Jian Wuhen’s expression grew hideous. He frantically accelerated the speed at which he struck the Bone Drum. The strange and eerie drumbeats became faster and denser, and the Bone Drum shook violently as even more evil spirits poured forth in a desperate attempt to drown Li Yun.
But it was already too late.
The battlefield had changed.
Li Yun’s Slaughter Sword Intent at twenty percent mastery in the Xiantian Stage had turned the entire situation upside down.
"You cannot kill me," Jian Wuhen said in panic.
Li Yun advanced through the horde and said coldly, "As a swordsman, the moment you abandoned the sword in your hand, a flaw appeared in your heart. From that moment on, your death today was already decided."
When he finished speaking, Li Yun suddenly swung his sword.
"Soul Sword Technique."
This strike did not release any visible Sword Qi.
Instead, a strange and invisible beam of sword will shot forward at shocking speed. It directly pierced through the obstruction of all the evil spirits, ignored the distance between them, and landed on Jian Wuhen in an instant.
Jian Wuhen’s movements suddenly froze.
The drumstick in his hand stopped in midair.
His eyes lost focus, and his face became blank.
At that moment, countless memories surged into his mind.
He remembered his past.
He had once been only an orphan, surviving together with his older brother through hunger, cold, contempt, and humiliation. Then came the old man who seemed kind and amiable at first, only to throw them into a bottomless cave where one thousand youths were forced to kill one another until only one remained.
To survive, Jian Wuhen had killed his own brother with his own hands.
Afterward, he had been sent to the Heavenly Sword Sect. He had climbed step by step from obscurity until he became the number one Inner Sect Disciple and the second-ranked expert on the Earth Ranking.
But no matter how high he climbed, he always knew one thing clearly.
He was only a chess piece.
A chess piece that could be discarded at any time.
That was his fate.
A cold sword light flashed.
In the next moment, a fierce strand of Sword Qi pierced straight through his chest.
Blood blossomed in the air.
Jian Wuhen’s heart was punctured.
His eyes, which had once been full of calculation and hostility, quickly lost all light. His body swayed once, then collapsed headfirst onto the ground.
Jian Wuhen was dead.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
The countless evil spirits, having lost Jian Wuhen’s control, let out shrill cries as they rapidly retreated back into the Bone Drum. In just a few breaths, the once endless black tide had vanished completely.
Only Li Yun remained standing in the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by the remnants of shattered evil spirits. His sword still hummed faintly, and the terrifying Slaughter Sword Intent of twenty percent mastery at the Xiantian Stage lingered in the air like an inescapable nightmare.
For a long time, no one spoke.
The shock of that moment, when Li Yun had fully released his Slaughter Sword Intent at twenty percent mastery in the Xiantian Stage, had already been carved deeply into everyone’s hearts.
Just then, a terrifying large hand suddenly reached out from an unknown distance.
That hand was as massive as a giant mountain, blotting out the sky as it descended. It pierced directly through the barrier outside the Floating Island and grabbed the Bone Drum in its palm.