The Clearvoid Invisible Sword emerged from the void and hovered above Chen Surname Cultivator's head. Without shadow or form, it suddenly slashed down.
A chill sprang up along Chen Surname Cultivator's neck, and every hair on his body stood on end. Just as his head was about to be severed, a resonant toll suddenly rang out from his chest.
"Clang-"
A golden barrier burst from within the front of his robes at incredible speed, forcibly blocking the invisible sword light.
Lin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly. A thumb-sized bell flew out from Chen Surname Cultivator's robes, swelling to the size of a human head in an instant and becoming a large bell suspended above him.
"An ancient treasure," he said coolly.
Lin Yun was not disappointed that his strike had failed. In fact, he had expected as much. This fellow was a descendant of a Nascent Soul cultivator, after all; he could have any number of life-saving measures on him. Killing him outright with that strike would have been ideal, but even if it failed, it would reveal what he had to protect his life.
Cultivator Chen stared at Lin Yun in shock and fury, his heart still pounding with fear. Had the ancient treasure, the Soul-Shaking Bell, not protected him just now, he would likely have died on the spot.
The sudden turn of events stunned everyone from the Fengle Merchant Alliance. Elder Liu reacted swiftly, immediately roaring, "Fellow Daoist Lin, what is the meaning of this?!"
At the same time, the others brought out their magic treasures.
"The meaning?" Lin Yun chuckled. "Nearly ten Core Formation cultivators and dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators are lying in ambush around us. What do you think I mean, Fellow Daoist Liu?"
Then he sighed at Chen Surname Cultivator. "A pity. I