Chapter 647: KILLING Feng Wuyin!
Slap!
At that moment, Li Yun’s figure landed. With a cold expression, he directly slapped Feng Wuyin across the face, causing half of Feng Wuyin’s face to swell up immediately.
"Damn it!"
Feng Wuyin’s eyes were bloodshot.
He had actually been slapped by Li Yun. This was an incomparable humiliation.
"Li Yun, do not rejoice too soon."
He gritted his teeth and said, "My master, along with the Crimson-Robed Holy Envoy and the others, are all within this underground palace. Once they discover you, you will not escape death either. If you know what is good for you, kneel down immediately and apologize to me. I might even put in a few good words for you. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?"
Before he could finish, Li Yun ruthlessly slapped him again. "Otherwise, what can you possibly do to me?"
Smack!
Li Yun’s slap was merciless. The other side of Feng Wuyin’s face immediately swelled up, making both sides of his face remarkably symmetrical.
"Well struck!"
Not far away, Zhu Ximen’s face was full of excitement, and he could not help shouting loudly.
He had witnessed the entire battle between Li Yun and Feng Wuyin. While he was shocked that Li Yun possessed such strength, he also felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
Feng Wuyin always wore a smile and seemed kind on the surface, but in reality, he was a sinister and venomous villain.
Among the disciples of Martial Ascension Gate, many who accidentally offended him had suffered brutal torture, and Zhu Ximen was naturally one of them.
Seeing Feng Wuyin in such a wretched and miserable state brought Zhu Ximen immense satisfaction.
"Damn you!"
Feng Wuyin’s eyes were filled with resentment.
As the saying went, a tiger fallen on the plains would be bullied by dogs. He was now truly experiencing that feeling.
Li Yun was one thing, but this Zhu Ximen, with his mere Spirit Mansion Realm cultivation, was nothing but insignificant cannon fodder in his eyes. How dare he mock him?
Whoosh!
At that moment, Li Yun suddenly swung his sword.
A strand of Sword Qi descended, instantly severing Feng Wuyin’s left arm.
"Ah!"
Excruciating pain surged through him, and Feng Wuyin let out a miserable scream. "Li Yun, you dare cut off my arm! You are finished. My master will never let you go."
"That previous sword strike was for those in the Heavenly Sword Sect who were betrayed by your Starheaven Ancient Kingdom."
Li Yun’s expression remained indifferent, completely unaffected by Feng Wuyin’s venomous glare. He said calmly, "This next sword strike is for the innocent disciples within Martial Ascension Gate who were oppressed and humiliated by you."
Whoosh!
He swung his sword again.
This Sword Qi directly severed Feng Wuyin’s right arm as well.
"No, no!"
Feng Wuyin let out a shrill and frantic roar.
Losing both arms meant that he was now completely crippled.
"Die."
Gazing at Feng Wuyin’s wretched state, Li Yun’s eyes held not the slightest trace of pity.
He swung his sword, and Sword Light flickered, landing simultaneously on various parts of Feng Wuyin’s body. In an instant, hundreds of wounds appeared across his body, and blood gushed out wildly.
For a villain like this, killing him with one sword would be letting him off too easily. Making him die slowly in despair was the only way to do justice to the innocent cultivators he had tormented.
After finishing this, Li Yun sheathed the Profound Origin Sword and turned to Zhu Ximen.
"Zhu Ximen, next, I need to find a way to rescue Peak Lord Shen Ming and the others. I cannot look after you, so you should find a place to hide for now."
"I understand."
Zhu Ximen hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Li Yun, be careful in everything you do. Do not take any reckless risks. Remember, your life is more important than anything else. As long as you live, we still have hope."
"Do not worry."
Li Yun nodded. Then, with a flash, he disappeared from Zhu Ximen’s sight.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.
During this half hour, Li Yun made no discoveries. Along the way, there were no cultivators, no buildings, and only an endless-seeming road.
"Hm? Someone?"
Finally, Li Yun’s ears caught the sound of scolding voices.
He moved swiftly, heading toward the direction of the sound.
A moment later, eight cultivators appeared before him. Three were black-robed cultivators, and the remaining five were disciples of Martial Ascension Gate.
"Damn it!"
At that moment, the three black-robed cultivators were beating several Martial Ascension Gate disciples while cursing, "This underground palace actually has a restriction that scatters everyone upon teleportation. Who knows what the builder of this place was thinking?"
"We need to find the Holy Envoy and the others quickly. This underground palace is full of traps and restrictions. With our strength alone, one careless step could mean death."
"Luckily, we have these cannon fodder from Martial Ascension Gate. But in such a short time, three have already died. These remaining five probably will not last much longer. I hope we can find the Holy Envoy before all these cannon fodders are dead."
The three black-robed cultivators discussed without restraint, causing the five Martial Ascension Gate disciples to reveal expressions of resentment and despair.
Unfortunately, they were only at the Spirit Mansion Realm, while these three black-robed cultivators were all Earthly Core Realm experts. They had no ability to resist whatsoever.
"What is this? Grand Elder Li?"
Suddenly, one of the Martial Ascension Gate disciples widened his eyes. His gaze fell upon a white-robed youth who had suddenly appeared before them, and he could not help exclaiming in surprise.
"What?"
"It really is Grand Elder Li. Grand Elder has come to save us."
His exclamation immediately attracted the attention of the other Martial Ascension Gate disciples. Their gazes all fell upon the white-robed youth, and they simultaneously revealed looks of joy.
When he killed Feng Wuyin, Li Yun had already removed his disguise, so these Martial Ascension Gate disciples naturally recognized him.
"Who are you?"
The expressions of the three black-robed cultivators changed instantly.
This white-robed youth had appeared behind them without them noticing at all. Did that not mean his strength far surpassed theirs?
Whoosh!
Without giving them any time to think, Sword Light flickered out like a coiling dragon.
In an instant, it took the lives of two of them, then stopped right at the throat of the remaining black-robed cultivator.
Swoosh!
Cold sweat instantly broke out on the remaining black-robed cultivator’s back.
To kill two of his companions with a single sword strike in such a brief moment. What kind of strength was this? Who exactly was this white-robed youth?