Chapter 504 - 291: Little Sumeru Sword, The Might of the Blazing Flame
Chapter 504: Chapter 291: Little Sumeru Sword, The Might of the Blazing Flame
At these words, Yun Zhi’s expression changed drastically!
The Little Sumeru Sword Seal was the proof of identity for a core disciple of the Yun Family. It wasn’t just a protective Exotic Treasure; it also contained a trace of the Yun Family’s unique True Intent of the Sword Way. While it might not be practical for outsiders, its symbolic significance was immense!
’This person is demanding one of the most crucial—or rather, one of the most important—items she possessed?!’
’Who in the world is he?’
"You!" Yun Zhi was both shocked and furious. This wasn’t just pragmatic; it was outright extortion, taking advantage of her desperate situation!
"Mr. Yun, time is running out." The voice from below remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable pressure. "Once you have fulfilled your promise, I will naturally return it to you unharmed."
Seeing this, the hanging-browed Male Cultivator sneered. "It seems your savior has quite the appetite! Now, be a good girl and die!" His assault intensified.
The green-robed Female Cultivator also looked at Yun Zhi anxiously.
A war raged in Yun Zhi’s heart. ’Handing over the Sword Seal would be tantamount to exposing some of the family’s secrets, and it’s a humiliating, forced compromise. But if I don’t... it’s a dead end!’
She looked at her companion’s pale face, felt the Magical Power draining rapidly from her body, and sensed the enemy’s undisguised killing intent...
’Forget it! My life is more important than my pride!’
Gritting her teeth, a resolute look flashed in her eyes. Risking a direct hit from the Water-Splitting Needle, her left hand moved like lightning to snatch a simple, sword-shaped Jade Seal from her waist that emanated faint spatial fluctuations. She threw it with all her might toward the general direction of the voice below!
"Catch! Please, Fellow Daoist, keep your promise!"
The Jade Seal became a streak of light and vanished into the mountain forest below.
The instant the Jade Seal left her hand, a satisfied, hearty laugh erupted from the forest below, shooting up into the sky and startling the already trembling birds.
A figure in black slowly stepped out from his hiding place. His body seemed to merge with the breeze, appearing silently on a towering rock below the battlefield. He deactivated the Concealing Breath Demon Technique, no longer suppressing his aura, and brazenly revealed himself to the four combatants in the sky.
Clutching the cool Sword Seal in his hand, Lin Changheng calmly looked up at the four people locked in a stalemate and said flatly:
"Mr. Yun extended an invitation, and since I happened to be here, how could I possibly sit back and watch?!"
The moment his words, as steady as a mountain, were spoken, the situation on the battlefield instantly shifted!
Four pairs of eyes immediately fell upon "Li Feiyu," a man dressed in black combat attire with a dark complexion and a plain, unremarkable face.
The hanging-browed Male Cultivator’s Divine Sense swept over him. He found that the man’s Magical Power fluctuations were only at the level of a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, a far cry from the Late Stage. This was completely at odds with his calm and "arrogant" tone. The cultivator’s heart settled, and a look of undisguised mockery spread across his face.
"And here I was, wondering what master had appeared. Turns out you’re just a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator who’s learned a few sneaky tricks. You dare play the hero saving the damsel in distress? You’re courting death! I’ll give you three breaths. Scram now, or I’ll slaughter you along with them!"
The bald Cultivator beside him cracked his knuckles in concert, the joints popping loudly. He sneered, "Kid, think carefully. Is it worth throwing your life away for two people who are about to die anyway? Hand over the Little Sumeru Sword Seal you just swindled, and you can get lost."
For Yun Zhi and the green-robed Female Cultivator, the glimmer of hope that had sparked with Lin Changheng’s appearance was instantly extinguished. After they sensed his Magical Power fluctuations were "only" at the Middle Stage Foundation Establishment level, their eyes dimmed. The fledgling flame in their hearts was mercilessly doused, leaving only a deeper despair.
’A Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator in this situation would just be one more person throwing their life away.’
However, in the face of the hanging-browed Male Cultivator’s mockery and threats, Lin Changheng didn’t even bat an eye. He gently caressed the Sword Seal in his hand, his tone still flat, but now laced with a chilling, heart-stopping coldness:
"Noisy."
"I’ll give you two choices."
"Scram... or die!"
"Arrogant!" His attitude thoroughly enraged the hanging-browed Male Cultivator, whose killing intent flared. "Since you’re looking for death, I’ll grant your wish! I’ll kill you first, you insolent brat!"
Before the words had even left his mouth, he exchanged a look with the bald Cultivator, and the two attacked simultaneously with perfect coordination!
The hanging-browed Male Cultivator poured all his power into his Water-Splitting Needle, which transformed into a streak of black light and shot straight for the space between Lin Changheng’s brows! Meanwhile, the bald Cultivator threw three consecutive punches, the powerful Fist Seals sealing off any escape to Lin Changheng’s left or right!
Their combined attack was powerful enough to heavily injure, or even kill, most ordinary Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators! As they saw it, dealing with a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator was a sure thing!
The violent death of this Li Xing Cultivator was all but a foregone conclusion.
Yun Zhi and the green-robed Female Cultivator couldn’t bear to watch and squeezed their eyes shut.
But what happened in the next instant would be forever seared into their memories—and those of the two attackers.
Facing this lightning-fast, vicious, and cunning combined attack, Lin Changheng finally moved.
He merely raised his right hand, held his fingers together like a sword, and made a gentle swiping motion in front of him.
There was no grand display of power, no brilliant flash of light.
There was only a fine, dark Gold thread, condensed to the absolute limit—a line so sharp it seemed capable of slicing through light itself. It extended silently from his fingertips.
This thread was fast!
Faster than the flight speed of a Foundation Establishment Stage Magic!
So fast it surpassed the Limit of Divine Sense!
So fast it defied all logic!
SHHHHHK—!
A faint sound, like cloth and silk being torn, echoed.
Like a hot knife through butter, the dark Gold thread sliced through the Water-Splitting Needle wreathed in black light and the incomparably fierce Fist Seals with effortless ease and without the slightest resistance. And then...