Give It Back to You

Yang Dingkun stared wide-eyed at Yi Yun, clutching his missing leg, utterly terrified.

"You... you..."

His voice trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

For a martial artist at the Origin Foundation Realm stage, if their foot is cut off, it can be reattached with good medicine, and they can recover completely in a few months.

However, if a foot is smashed into a pulp, it is impossible to recover. Only top-grade medicinal herbs can regenerate the severed limb. However, given Yang Dingkun's status and wealth, it is virtually impossible for him to obtain such medicine.

Therefore, Yang Dingkun's foot is essentially useless!

For a martial artist, losing a leg is worse than losing an arm; one can only imagine the despair Yang Dingkun felt at that moment!

Yi Yun, carrying a brick stained with blood and gore, looked at Yang Dingkun and said calmly, "You don't need to despair. You're going to die here today anyway, so what does it matter if you lose a leg or not?"

Although Yi Yun's voice was calm, it contained a murderous intent.

Beside Yang Dingkun, Yang Yuefeng, still holding a dagger, broke out in a cold sweat.

"How... how is this possible? Your cultivation has clearly been destroyed!"

When Yang Yuefeng and Yang Dingkun came in, they saw that Yi Yun's whole body was covered in Ice Crystal, as if he had been poisoned by the cold.

However, in the blink of an eye, when Yi Yun unleashed his full energy, all the Ice Crystal vanished!

"Your cultivation has been destroyed?" Yi Yun sneered. "Everything you've done to me, and everything you've wanted to do but haven't yet accomplished, I will return to you in full! Whether it's you or the Shentu Family!"

As Yi Yun spoke, an endless killing intent emanated from his body, and behind him, the faint phantom of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared.

These are the Thirty-two Sword Dao Characters: Slaughter as the Heart!

As Yi Yun's understanding of the Thirty-two Sword Dao Characters deepens, and as his killing intent surges forth, the phantom of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood will spontaneously appear.

Seeing the illusory figure behind Yi Yun, Yang Dingkun and Yang Yuefeng turned pale, their foreheads covered in cold sweat. "You... you weren't crippled? How could this be?"

Both of them were terrified.

A few months ago, when Yi Yun was at the Purple Blood Peak, he was able to win the League Tournament, defeating Feng Lin and Bai one after another!

At that time, although Feng Lin and Bai's cultivation was suppressed, they were still far beyond what Yang Dingkun and Yang Yuefeng could handle!

Now, Yi Yun has broken through to the Origin Foundation Realm. His cultivation level is about the same as theirs, and coupled with Yi Yun's extraordinary combat power, they simply don't have the courage to resist him.

"He was still in chains!"

Yang Yuefeng noticed that some of the chains on Yi Yun's body were broken, while others remained connected.

These iron chains are engraved with array patterns, making them incredibly sturdy. Breaking them wouldn't be so easy.

Yang Yuefeng slowly backed away, glancing at the door of the secret room out of the corner of his eye, feeling resentful that Yang Dingkun had closed the iron door when he entered.

He calculated in his mind that it would take about a snap of his fingers to open the iron gate. Yi Yun was bound by the chains and could only strike from a distance. It was unlikely that he could do anything to him.

And behind him, there was Yang Dingkun, who was there to cushion his fall.

At this point, talking about brotherhood is a joke. Why would Yang Yuefeng care about Yang Dingkun's life or death?

Yi Yun touched his Space Ring, a cold smile on his face, "Trying to escape?"

Yang Yuefeng's face darkened. He knew that if he made a move, Yi Yun would attack!

For martial artists at the Origin Foundation Realm, even without physical contact, the sword and Sword Qi they wield from a distance is incredibly powerful!

Yang Yuefeng carefully watched Yi Yun's every move and said coldly, "You think you can stop me? You are bound by iron chains, so the power of your moves is limited. You only have time to launch one attack. What can you do to me?"

"It will take a lot of effort for you to break free of these chains. Those few broken chains must have already taken a tremendous toll on your strength!"

As Yang Yuefeng spoke, he slowly backed away.

He couldn't just turn around and run away, that would expose too many openings, and Yi Yun could easily kill him with a single blow.

Yi Yun chuckled and with a flick of his wrist, he took out an ancient broken sword from his Space Ring.

This broken sword, covered in rust, looks like a newly unearthed artifact.

"Um?"

Yang Yuefeng was taken aback, wondering why Yi Yun had pulled out such a tattered sword.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, something that made his eyes pop out happened. He saw Yi Yun casually swing his hand, and the broken sword struck the iron chain.

Then, with a crisp crack, the array patterns on the iron chain flickered violently, and then the iron chain was severed by the broken sword!

"What!?"

Yang Dingkun's eyes widened in disbelief; his face was ashen, and he looked utterly terrified.

How could this be? Those were iron chains crafted by the master craftsmen of the Prince Chu's Estate; how could they break so suddenly?

That broken sword, which looked almost completely rotten, cut through the iron chain as easily as chopping grass!

"You made a good point earlier," Yi Yun said coldly, casually tossing away the discarded iron chain. "You said one shouldn't be too arrogant, or one might fall from the Heavenly Palace to hell. That's certainly true..."

As Yi Yun spoke, he walked step by step toward Yang Dingkun and Yang Yuefeng.

At this moment, the door to the secret chamber was still closed. Given Yi Yun's strength, Yang Yuefeng had no hope of opening the door under his attack.

"Let's fight him to the death!"

Yang Dingkun hugged his leg, speaking with a fierce but weak voice, "I only have one leg, there's no way I can escape Yi Yun's sword."

Just then, he suddenly felt someone push him from behind. His cousin, Yang Yuefeng, actually pushed him, who already had a broken leg, towards Yi Yun!

"Little brother, hold them off for me for a bit!"

As Yang Yuefeng spoke, he frantically rushed out of the secret room.

"You!"

Yang Dingkun was horrified. With only one leg left, how could he withstand Yang Yuefeng's full-force push? His body flew towards Yi Yun.

Yi Yun sneered and took a step forward.

"Ah!!"

Yang Dingkun let out a desperate scream, and with his Longsword in hand, he thrust it at Yi Yun!

Meanwhile, Yi Yun sheathed his broken sword. How could a lowly person like Yang Dingkun be worthy of being killed by the sword of the Sword Palace Master?

That would be an insult to this sword! This sword should drink the blood of gods and Gods and Devils like the Bronze Giant!

With the broken sword sheathed, Yi Yun went into battle bare-handed, throwing a punch at Yang Dingkun's face!

"Ah!"

Yang Dingkun let out a scream as Yi Yun punched him squarely in the face. His facial bones caved in, his eyeballs were squeezed out of their sockets, and all his features were smashed by Yi Yun's punch!

Yi Yun changed his fist into a claw, grabbed Yang Dingkun's face, and lunged forward, slamming Yang Dingkun's head hard against the metal wall of the secret room.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Yang Dingkun's head exploded, and blood splattered everywhere!

Yang Dingkun was left with only one eye; the eyeball was gone, leaving only the white of the eye. His face was gone too, and the back of his head was covered in blood.

The difference in strength between him and Yi Yun is too great!

At that moment, Yi Yun turned his head and saw Yang Yuefeng closing the door!

The door to this secret chamber, once closed, can only be opened from the outside. This door is made of the same metal as the chains, an iron door over two feet thick, many times stronger than the chains. Even the broken sword of the Pure Yang Sword Palace Master would not easily break it.

"Goodbye, Yi Yun. Although I don't know why your cultivation has recovered, so what? Young Master Nantian will take care of you!"

Yang Yuefeng used his spiritual energy to transmit his voice, and in just an instant, he conveyed these words to Yi Yun's ears.

He didn't believe Yi Yun could break through the door. Even if he could, it would definitely take time, and that time would be enough for him to escape.

"Smack!"

The door closed, the sound of the metal mechanism locking was so pleasant.

Yang Yuefeng breathed a sigh of relief. This place was not safe to stay any longer; he had to leave immediately and then report everything that had happened to Shentu Nantian.

Now, with the array plate in hand, Shentu Nantian can transmit his voice into the secret chamber, but Yang Yuefeng has no way to send information out.

However... the moment Yang Yuefeng turned around, his blood froze!

He saw Yi Yun standing three feet in front of him like a ghost, looking at him as if he were looking at a dead man.

How is that possible... so fast?

Yang Yuefeng was truly devastated. He had thought he had finally seen a glimmer of hope, but in the blink of an eye, he was back in hell!

When Yi Yun was in the Purple Blood Realm, his speed had already surpassed that of many Origin Foundation Realm prodigies thanks to his Subtle Movement Technique.

Moreover, now that Yi Yun has broken through to the Yuan Foundation stage, his speed over short distances can truly be described as teleportation!

"It's over."

Yi Yun said calmly, as if delivering a judgment of fate.

"Aaaaaah!"

Yang Yuefeng roared and, wielding a dagger, thrust it at Yi Yun.

Yi Yun's body surged with energy. He swung his hand and, relying on his perceived strength advantage, grabbed Yang Yuefeng's wrist!

As the primordial energy circulated, Yi Yun's power surged forth.

"Snap!"

With a crisp crack of breaking bones, Yang Yuefeng's hand was snapped by Yi Yun!

Yang Yuefeng's hand was twisted at an eerie angle, the pain excruciating. He gritted his teeth and punched Yi Yun's dantian!

However, Yi Yun's other hand shot out like lightning and grabbed Yang Yuefeng's other hand.

The same trick was used again, and there was another crisp "snap" sound!

Yang Yuefeng's face contorted in pain; both of his hands had been broken by Yi Yun!

The dagger fell from his hand, but Yi Yun caught it.

"You... you will die a horrible death."

Yang Yuefeng was filled with despair. He stared at Yi Yun with resentment and uttered a vicious curse.

However, Yi Yun merely sneered, flicked his wrist, and the dagger pierced through Yang Yuefeng's wide-open eyes.

"Puff!"

With his eyeballs shattered, Yi Yun's knife pierced through Yang Yuefeng's eye socket, pinning Yang Yuefeng's head to the wall!

The immense force completely shattered Yang Yuefeng's brain. Yang Yuefeng's entire body convulsed, and blood mixed with brain matter continuously flowed from his eye sockets.

Despite the bloody scene, Yi Yun felt nothing.

He was not a bloodthirsty person, but when his heart was filled with hatred, watching this bloody scene brought him a strange and indescribable pleasure.

"I've said it before, I will do exactly what you wanted to do to me!"

...(To be continued~^~)