The Unfilial Son Who Almost Inherited the Estate

"Stop--!"

"Don't run! Cooperate with the investigation!"

"We mean no harm! Stop!"

Go to hell! Stop? I'd have to be crazy to stop!

The people of the Tang Sect are all so inflexible!

Death Di Tian! What terrible idea did you come up with?!

Ten minutes ago, Gu Yuena and the other Ferocious Beast discussed how to keep Yun Jingheng in the dark about their contact with them.

The discussion was so intense that Yun Jingheng was often unable to get a word in edgewise.

In the end, Di Tian overpowered everyone with an extremely forceful attitude, and without saying a word, forcibly tore open a crack leading to Dragon Valley and threw Yun Jingheng in.

In his daze, Yun Jingheng subconsciously used his Soul Power, which resulted in him being kicked away by the Dragon Valley Yun Jingheng as soon as he landed in Dragon Valley Dragon Valley, landing face-first on the ground with a mouthful of dirt.

And then, that was it. Nobody knows what those Tang Sect disciples were doing there. They had their eyes on Yun Jingheng as soon as he was kicked out of Dragon Valley, which led to this situation.

"Don't run! If you run again, we'll attack!"

Get physical? Go ahead and do it! What are you shouting for?!

Damn it, they're still chasing us? If they chase us any further, I'll kill them all! Kill them all!

"Yun Jingheng! Stop! Don't run!"

You even know my name?! I'm afraid I can't let you live!

Yun Jingheng's expression hardened, his running rhythm suddenly halted, and then he leaped high into the air, turned around and swung his sword, unleashing a bright silver Moon Blade.

When the Moon Blade slipped from his fingertips, a burst of silvery-white light erupted—blinding and scorching.

The light blade flew less than three feet through the air before it began to expand, spread, and multiply wildly, like a lit spark falling into a gasoline drum. In an instant, it transformed into a crescent-shaped, silver-white light blade several meters long with edges sharp enough to cut through the air.

Wherever the light blade passed, the air was torn into a vacuum, emitting a sharp, piercing sound, as if the whole world was screaming.

The ground was ploughed open by the light blade as it passed through; it wasn't cut open, it was torn up.

The stone slabs flipped up from both sides of the ravine, as if pried open from the middle by a pair of invisible giant hands, and gravel and dust flew in all directions, forming a thick, grayish-white smoke barrier in the air.

The light blade missed anyone. When Yun Jingheng unleashed the attack, he slightly shifted his wrist, causing the light blade to fly over the pursuers' heads.

But the aftershocks of the light blade were enough to stop everyone.

A silvery-white shockwave spread outwards from the trajectory of the light blade, like ever-expanding ripples. Wherever it passed, the ground shattered, walls cracked, and roof tiles were blown off, spinning, colliding, and shattering in the air.

The Tang Sect disciples staggered backward in the shockwave. Some crouched down to shield their faces with their arms, some turned their backs to the shockwave to reduce the impact area, and some were thrown to the ground by the blast wave, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

Yun Jingheng had already taken to the sky with five Soul Ring activated.

The morning light shone from the east, bathing his figure in a golden-red glow, making him look like a statue that had stepped out of a legend.

He looked down at the Tang Sect disciples lying scattered on the ground, and saw the Six-Ring Soul Emperor standing at the front of the line, looking up at him with a look of shock that he hadn't had time to hide.

A slight smile curved his lips, and a somewhat unkind but unsuppressible sense of smugness welled up inside him.

Hmph~ Go ahead and chase me, fly up and chase me!

This smugness lasted less than three seconds.

He caught something in his peripheral vision.

To the east, a figure was approaching him at an incredible speed, so fast that his eyes could barely keep up, so fast that his brain didn't even have time to process the images remaining on his retina before the figure had already changed from a black dot in the distance into a blurry afterimage, and from an afterimage into a clear human silhouette.

It wasn't flying, it was flashing. Each flash covered a distance of hundreds of meters, and the frequency of the flashes was so fast that it was as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button in the sky.

Holy crap--!

Yun Jingheng's hands moved faster than his brain.

When he raised his hand, the Crescent Slash had already taken shape in his palm.

Five Moon Blade— pale silver, bright silver, purple, blue, and red—shot out simultaneously, so fast that they flew away almost at the same time he saw the figure.

The figure neither slowed down, nor dodged, nor even glanced at him. Just as the first blade of light was about to strike him, his body shifted slightly, not by much, but the blade grazed his shoulder and flew past.

The others were also dodged one after another.

Yun Jingheng realized something was wrong, and as his body floated upwards, his fifth Soul Ring exploded!

"You unfilial son! It's me!"

Yun Ming's voice exploded in the sky like a thunderclap, but Yun Jingheng's hand was already out of control.

The red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring trembled violently around him, and a blood-red light rose from beneath his feet, dyeing half the sky dark red.

His eyes were turning from black to dark red, and something was condensing in his eye sockets—liquid moonlight, a power compressed to its extreme, enough to unleash Blood-Colored Wave.

His mind finally caught up with his hands at that moment, but it was too late.

Yun Ming's figure flashed in front of him at the last moment, not to dodge, but to meet him head-on.

His right hand passed through the forming crimson light barrier, his five fingers spread, and pressed against Yun Jingheng's chest.

The palm was scalding hot, as if it would burn a hole in Yun Jingheng's icy skin. A thick, warm Soul Power, as if it had been thoroughly warmed by the sun, surged from that palm and poured into Yun Jingheng's body.

That Soul Power was suppression; it was forcibly pressing back down the fifth Soul Skill that he had already activated.

Yun Jingheng's fifth Soul Ring throbbed violently a few times, like a heart that had been forcibly suppressed, struggling unwillingly, but ultimately it was extinguished under the suppression of that power.

The crimson light faded from his body, his eyes changed from dark red back to black, and the two drops of moonlight that had not yet condensed in his eye sockets dissipated.

His hand fell to his side.

Yun Ming supported him. His hands were large, his fingers were long, and his palms were so hot that it felt like they were going to burn a hole in Yun Jingheng's cool skin.

Why did you cut me? Do you want to inherit my estate?

Yun Ming's voice came from above Yun Jingheng's head, hoarse and tired, but with a sense of relief and lingering fear.

Yun Jingheng buried his face in his father's shoulder, his voice muffled. "Why did you come from that direction?"

"The Star Luo Imperial Palace is over there."

Yun Jingheng remained silent.

His fingers gripped Yun Ming's clothes tightly, so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"I..."

"Let's not talk about this now, let's go back first."

"... Um."