The bloodstained Heaven-Slaying Treasure Blade hummed in the wind, the edge of Heaven's Will lingering on its blade.
Li Yun's aura had grown unsteady to the extreme. Every inch of his meridians throbbed with tearing pain.
Blood kept dripping from the corner of his mouth, soaking the shattered rock beneath his feet.
Yet his eyes blazed with fury enough to burn everything to ash. He raised his blade slightly, and its keen light gathered once more.
It pointed straight at the nine Great Yan Martial Emperors sprawled below, barely clinging to life.
They had joined forces to unleash the Nine Suns Across the Sky, intent on burning him and Crouching Dragon City to ashes. They had nearly turned every soul in the city to flying ash.
The Crouching Dragon Mountains had been ravaged beyond recognition. He could never let such a blood-deep hatred rest!
If he let these tigers return to the mountains today, the Great Yan Dynasty would come roaring back. Crouching Dragon City would know no peace, and another calamity would descend upon the Purple Moon Continent.
Yan Tianji and the others looked ashen. Seeing the resolve in Li Yun's eyes, they felt nothing but boundless fear.
Their meridians were severed, their wills damaged. They lacked even the strength to lift a hand, let alone stop Li Yun's fatal strike. All they could do was close their eyes and await death, trembling uncontrollably.
But the vast, imposing aura approaching from the distant sky struck Li Yun's heart like a boulder, shattering his plan to tear out the threat by its roots.
Twelve figures arrived in an instant and came to a steady halt in midair, cutting Li Yun off from the nine Martial Emperors.
They wore matching black imperial robes, their hems embroidered with Imperial Court Mountain's cloud