The Death of Yè Tiānmíng

"Then let's fight!"

As soon as Yè Tiānmíng finished speaking.

Yīn Zhìháng did not waste any more words on him. He simply formed an orchid finger and fired several bolts of magical power—condensed spiritual energy from a cultivator's body—toward Yè Tiānmíng with sharp, ripping sounds.

Yè Tiānmíng was only at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Realm. How could he withstand this?

The several bolts of magical power struck him directly in the chest, sending him flying backward. He crashed to the ground and spat blood.

Outside the arena, Yīn Miàomiào watched this scene, feeling as though her heart had turned to ashes.

"That's it? Use your Forbidden Technique and kill me again!"

Seeing that Yè Tiānmíng could not defend himself at all, Yīn Zhìháng sneered repeatedly.

As he spoke, he raised his foot and walked toward Yè Tiānmíng.

Then he grabbed Yè Tiānmíng by the leg and began swinging him in circles.

Yè Tiānmíng was hurled away by Yīn Zhìháng and slammed heavily into the ground, his head split open and blood streaming down his face.

He already looked half-dead, with barely any breath coming in and much more going out.

"Tiānmíng!"

Hé Xīnghuǒ was startled when he saw this.

"Cough, cough..."

At that moment, Yè Tiānmíng coughed up blood. Enduring the agony in his body, he slowly rose to his feet and fixed his eyes on Yīn Zhìháng, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"Heh heh, don't look at me like that. Go down obediently and be buried alongside my father!"

Facing Yè Tiānmíng's gaze, Yīn Zhìháng did not flinch in the slightest. His figure flickered, and he appeared before Yè Tiānmíng, raising his hand to strike down on Yè Tiānmíng's head.

If this palm landed, Yè Tiānmíng's head would surely burst open, leaving him dead without even a burial place.

Yè Tiānmíng's pupils narrowed when he saw this.

But just then, an unexpected change occurred.

A voice suddenly rang out in Yè Tiānmíng's mind. It was Elder Hui: "Hey, kid, looks like we can't avoid this anymore. Then we can only stake everything on one throw. Give your body to me."

As Elder Hui's voice faded.

The aura around Yè Tiānmíng suddenly began to soar.

In the end, it rose all the way to the perfected Nascent Soul Realm, just shy of Spirit Transformation, before slowly coming to a halt.

At the same time, the instant the aura erupted from Yè Tiānmíng's body, Yīn Zhìháng was swept away and sent flying backward. Like a kite with its string cut, he crashed directly into the wall, smashing a spiderweb of cracks into it.

"Pfft!"

Yīn Zhìháng spat out a mouthful of blood. His entire body felt as though his five viscera and six bowels were being violently churned.

Then his vision went black, and he fainted on the spot.

"Brother!"

Seeing this, Yīn Miàomiào rushed toward Yīn Zhìháng in panic.

"Perfected Nascent Soul Realm?!"

Everyone present drew a sharp breath.

What kind of secret technique was this?

How could it allow a boy in the Qi Refining Realm to break through directly to the Nascent Soul Realm?!

Duàn Wúyá's eyes were already filled with greed.

He had to obtain this secret technique!

"He's finally come out."

Li Zhōujūn narrowed his eyes slightly.

The reason he had not acted immediately was that he had been waiting.

Waiting for the old grandfather inside Yè Tiānmíng to make his move.

However, Elder Hui, who was currently controlling Yè Tiānmíng's body, had no intention of staying here.

He turned around and was just about to tear open the void and flee.

But in the next instant, a flying sword shot out from Li Zhōujūn's body.

The immense aura radiating from the flying sword pressed down on everyone present like a mountain, leaving them unable to move.

Naturally, this included Elder Hui, who was controlling Yè Tiānmíng's body.

"Can't find the book by its title? Try searching by the author instead. Maybe it was simply renamed!"

"Ninth-grade Flying Sword, Mahayana True Immortal?!"

A hoarse old man's voice suddenly came from 'Yè Tiānmíng's' mouth.

"What? A True Immortal?!"

The moment 'Yè Tiānmíng' spoke, everyone present looked toward Li Zhōujūn in disbelief.

Duàn Wúyá was especially drenched in cold sweat.

After all, they had agreed from the beginning that if there were scoundrels in the sect, they would never shield them and would deal with them themselves. Yet just now, he had directly gone back on his word!

Thinking of this, Duàn Wúyá felt as if he had been thoroughly screwed over.

"Esteemed Immortal, this old man dares say he has no grudge against you. Why are you toying with me?"

Elder Hui, who was controlling Yè Tiānmíng's body, asked Li Zhōujūn in shock.

"Heh, there are some things you don't need to know so clearly."

Li Zhōujūn chuckled. He knew all too well that villains died from talking too much. He directly controlled the Ao Xue Flying Sword and pierced through the body controlled by Elder Hui. Immediately afterward, Yè Tiānmíng's body began to vanish into smoke from the lower half upward.

After being pierced by a Ninth-grade Immortal Sword, the natural outcome was the annihilation of both body and soul.

"No! No! I'm unwilling to accept this!"

Just before vanishing into smoke, 'Yè Tiānmíng' let out an angry roar.

But that was all.

The power of a Ninth-grade Immortal Sword was not something a Spirit Transformation cultivator who had already died once could withstand. Even Void Refinement, Body Integration, or Tribulation Transcendence cultivators would be unable to endure a single sword strike.

[Ding: Congratulations, Host, on completing the mission. You have received the reward 'True Immortal Special Effect!']

[True Immortal Special Effect]: With a single thought from the Host, Heaven and Earth will respond!

After the system announced that the mission was complete, Li Zhōujūn finally relaxed.

It seemed that no matter how heaven-defying the protagonist's luck was, when facing a villain who was determined to kill him and gave him no opportunity to recover, even he would have no chance.

As the saying went, all fear came from insufficient firepower.

Li Zhōujūn had seen through the truth of that saying.

"We pay our respects to the Esteemed Immortal!"

At the same time.

Everyone present knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed toward Li Zhōujūn.

Duàn Wúyá shouted the loudest.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hui saw that her disciple was still holding her brother and staring blankly, seemingly lost in thought, and immediately panicked like crazy.

However, Li Zhōujūn did not concern himself with any of this.

He merely looked calmly at the people kneeling before him.

"Earlier, I kept claiming myself to be your equal. I hope the Esteemed Immortal will forgive me!"

Duàn Wúyá hurriedly spoke to Li Zhōujūn.

"Mm. Rise. There's no need to be so formal."

Li Zhōujūn smiled faintly.

At his words, everyone hurriedly and respectfully stood up. Like children standing before their parents, they remained there without daring to say a word.

As for what had happened to Yè Tiānmíng, they all tactfully refrained from mentioning it.

They had already seen through the truth.

The reason Yè Tiānmíng had been able to grow stronger had nothing to do with a secret technique.

It was clearly because an old monster had been sleeping inside his body.

That old monster had probably offended this Esteemed Immortal in the past, which was why the Esteemed Immortal had killed him. If they brought it up again and invited disaster upon themselves, what would they do?

Even Hé Xīnghuǒ, whose disciple had been killed by Li Zhōujūn, did not dare say a word.

To offend an enlightened True Immortal over a disciple he had accepted only recently—and who was already dead—would that not be the purest form of brain damage?

At the same time, Li Zhōujūn waved his hand, calling back the Ao Xue Flying Sword and returning it to his dantian to be nurtured.

Then he walked to Yīn Miàomiào's side, crouched down, and directly stuffed a healing pill into Yīn Zhìháng's mouth.

Only then did Yīn Miàomiào come to her senses. She carefully laid her brother on the ground, rose, and respectfully bowed to Li Zhōujūn.

"Miàomiào thanks the Esteemed Immortal for your intervention."

Li Zhōujūn smiled.

"Take good care of your brother. Your brother actually treats you very well."

After saying this, Li Zhōujūn did not remain there any longer. Under the reverent gazes of the crowd, he walked out of the main hall with his hands behind his back.

"We respectfully see off the Esteemed Immortal!"

The people of the Kaishan Sect came to their senses and spoke toward Li Zhōujūn's departing back.

As for Li Zhōujūn's true name?

Where he was going?

They knew nothing.

They only knew that the main hall of the Kaishan Sect had once welcomed a Mahayana True Immortal who roamed freely across the world and lived by the pleasure of repaying kindness and vengeance.