Otherworld Space Tomb

"What kind of sword is this!?"

Even with the Heavenly Punishment Hand, it could not withstand the sharpness of this sword.

The sharpness of a sword is not only the sharpness of the blade itself, but also the Sword Intent contained within it.

Some ancient divine swords can only contain their Sword Intent when they are sheathed. Once the sword is drawn, even without touching the blade, just a glance at it can cause injury from the Sword Intent.

This nameless ancient sword is just like that.

A king among swords, yet now someone is grabbing its blade with their bare hands—this is undoubtedly a desecration of the ancient sword.

Almost without Yi Yun's use of his energy, the ancient sword trembled on its own, and the Sword Intent condensed within it was released. Through the Heavenly Punishment Hand, Zhulong's palm was cut and torn by the Sword Intent, and blood flowed freely!

"What!?"

Zhulong's expression changed, and his left hand instinctively loosened its grip as if a mortal had been scalded by boiling water.

At that moment, Yi Yun's hand suddenly trembled, and he pulled the broken sword away!

"Snap!"

The sword's edge rubbed against Zhulong's palm, unleashing a burst of Sword Intent. The Heavenly Punishment Hand trembled violently, and the dark light emanating from it suddenly dimmed.

Zhulong's left hand was trembling; inside the Heavenly Punishment Hand, the tendons and bones of Zhulong's hand had been broken!

Just then, Yi Yun raised his sword again, and the rust spots on the ancient broken sword were faintly shining.

These rust marks are actually from the blood of the ancient bronze god that stained the broken sword. The blood of the ancient bronze god fused with the sword's edge, and after countless years, it became like this. These rust marks themselves are not a sign of the metal's decay, but rather contain immense and boundless energy and laws!

Yi Yun's current level of cultivation is not yet sufficient to invoke the laws contained within, but it is enough to roam freely in the Tianyuan Realm.

With a single slash, the sword hurtled towards the Candle Dragon, its Sword Light bursting forth and tearing through the distorted void.

Seeing the sword coming at him, Zhulong dared not block it with his hands anymore. He roared and pushed his Vital Energy Battle Body to its limit, forming a visible black light screen on his body. At the same time, Zhulong's figure flew back!

"Bang!"

The broken sword struck the black protective barrier of the Candle Dragon, shattering it instantly. The unrestrained sword wind tore through the armor on the Candle Dragon's chest.

Zhulong flew out like a kite with a broken string, Yi Yun gave it no chance to adjust. He picked up the broken sword and chased after Zhulong.

Sword Light shot out, constantly slicing through the distorted void that hindered Yi Yun's speed. A broken sword, like a leech, stabbed towards Zhulong's throat with every strike!

As Zhulong retreated, he endured the excruciating pain in his hands and unleashed punch after punch.

"Candle Dragon Nine Sorrows Fist!"

Zhulong unleashed nine punches in quick succession, the force of each punch exploding in the air, yet he dared not touch that strange broken sword again.

Unable to confront the dragon head-on, and with injuries to both hands, Zhulong was forced back step by step by Yi Yun!

"Boom!"

As it retreated, Zhulong's body crashed directly into a mountain peak, shattering the thousand-foot-high mountain into pieces!

Pebbles flew everywhere, pouring down like a torrential rain, and Zhulong burst out from the pile of pebbles, his hair disheveled.

Yi Yun caught up with him and shouted, "Didn't you say that if I couldn't fight you head-on within your spatial force field, I would definitely lose? But now, I'm going to fight you head-on, and you keep running away. How boring!"

Yi Yun mercilessly reopened Zhulong's wounds, using Zhulong's own words to ridicule him and directly slap him in the face.

Yi Yun was using this method to force Zhulong into a direct confrontation with him.

Otherwise, within this spatial force field, although the broken sword could break through the distorted space, it would ultimately hinder Yi Yun's speed, preventing him from perfectly unleashing the <Golden Crow Sun-Plunder> technique. Killing Zhulong under these circumstances would be extremely difficult!

Yi Yun's sarcasm made the veins on Yi Yun's forehead throb, but he wasn't provoked into losing his temper. He was very clear-headed; that broken sword was too strange. If he were using a long weapon, he could fight it, but the Heavenly Punishment Hand...

This weapon, which allows one to disarm an opponent barehanded, is completely countered. Without being able to engage in direct combat, how can one possibly defeat Yi Yun?

Zhulong suppressed his embarrassment and continued to dodge Yi Yun's sword, but to the members of the Heavenly Blood Alliance, this scene was not what it seemed at all.

All they saw was Zhulong being chased and beaten by Yi Yun, looking utterly disheveled.

This left all the members of the Heavenly Blood Alliance speechless. In their hearts, Zhulong was the epitome of invincibility, symbolizing the mystery and invincibility of the Martial Arts Alliance.

But now... their revered king is being completely suppressed by a junior Yi Yun.

They both hated and envied Yi Yun, wishing he would have his cultivation destroyed, be tortured to death, and have his corpse displayed to the public.

However... the scene they expected—where Zhulong would cripple Yi Yun— did not happen. Instead, it was this human traitor who was about to cripple Zhulong.

The observant human warriors had noticed that Zhulong's fists were clenched in an unnatural way, which meant that Zhulong's hands were probably injured, and seriously so!

What will happen to them if Zhulong is defeated by Yi Yun?

To keep this a secret, Yi Yun will probably kill them all to silence them!

Thinking about this, many people panicked.

Some people were already considering escaping, but this was inside the Soul Tomb, a completely enclosed space. Escaping? How easy could it be! Moreover, Lin Xin Tong was guarding them, and the strength of this White-robed woman was definitely beyond their imagination.

"Bang!"

When Zhulong had nowhere left to retreat, he smashed through the edge of the spatial barrier!

The black light curtain shattered. Once outside the spatial force field, the distorted space would no longer hinder Yi Yun 'Yi Yun speed, and his pursuit ability would definitely double.

With the Golden Crow Sun-Plunder the Sun movement Movement Technique, Zhulong, who wasn't particularly fast, was no match for Yi Yun.

"Your end is nigh!"

Yi Yun knew that Zhu Long had been too careless and had injured his hand. For someone who uses his fists, an injured hand means losing most of his fighting ability. Strike while the iron is hot and finish him off. This was Yi Yun's fighting philosophy.

The Sword Light reappeared, and the two-foot-long broken sword pierced straight into the heart of the Candle Dragon!

Just then... Yi Yun, who was flying swiftly with his sword, suddenly felt his body sink. The surrounding space condensed again, and a powerful suction force tore at Yi Yun's body, causing his speed to decrease sharply.

Huh? What?

Yi Yun was startled, but at this moment, the red blood lines all over Zhulong's body seemed to be burning, and his eyes also turned blood red. He seemed to have used some kind of secret technique!

The spatial binding force was too strong, and Yi Yun could hardly break free.

"You have truly enraged me. I will risk damaging my cultivation to destroy you and show you the supreme mysteries of the Space Law I cultivate—"

"Otherworld Space Tomb!"

Zhulong's hair flew wildly, and behind Yi Yun, a dark spatial gate appeared out of thin air, slowly opening. Inside the spatial gate was nothingness; no one knew where it led. The immense attraction emanated from this spatial gate, binding Yi Yun.

(To be continued~^~)