Seconds passed, and the giant white sun gradually dissipated, revealing the scene after the battle.
This strike was too powerful, causing the surrounding space to crackle with fissures, though it was rapidly recovering.
Ye Yun's figure still stood in place, his clothes intact, his expression calm as he gazed ahead.
"It seems this one is over."
The sword he had just unleashed had clearly surpassed Mo Hong's, and the outcome was evident.
As the battle concluded, figures began to fall from the sky, the cultivators of Fulong Immortal Palace responsible for maintaining the Heaven Slaying Formation.
With a single blow, all those among the hundred with cultivation below the Venerable realm perished on the spot, turning into ice lumps that crashed towards the ground.
As for those above the Venerable realm…
Ye Yun looked ahead at the heavily injured Venerable and Life-Death realm cultivators struggling to maintain flight, and said with a smile.
"Will you lot continue to fight?"
Although his tone was gentle, the killing intent radiating from his eyes made one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Upon hearing this, everyone swallowed hard. When they looked at Ye Yun again, their eyes were filled with fear.
Mo Hong, who had suffered the most severe injuries, couldn't help but take a step back under Ye Yun's gaze.
"A monster, this guy is simply a monster…"
With so many of them, and having formed the Heaven Slaying Formation, they were actually defeated by someone who hadn't even reached the Life-Death realm.
He couldn't think of any other descriptor besides monster.
The situation had reached this point, and the outcome was obvious. Ye Yun didn't believe they still had the courage or strength to fight him.
Then, his cold gaze shifted from everyone else to Mo Chenyu behind them.
Thanks to his protective treasure, Mo Chenyu had not been injured in the previous onslaught. However, seeing that Ye Yun had won and was now looking at him, his face was filled only with terror.
"You… you…"
His voice trembled, unable to speak clearly. He quickly yelled angrily at those around him.
"You! You all hurry and protect this young master!"
But no matter how he shouted, the others were all heavily injured. Although they still had some fighting power, they were no match for Ye Yun.
In a flash, Ye Yun's figure appeared before him, the Fenglan Sword already at his throat. He sneered at him.
"When you came, did you ever imagine this outcome?"
At this moment, Mo Chenyu could feel the stinging pain at his neck, fearing that he would lose his life in the next second.
He had always been arrogant and overbearing, relying on the backing of the Immortal Palace and his own considerable strength. He had never experienced such a situation.
"You… Ye Yun, you wouldn't dare kill me! And you can't kill me!"
Mo Chenyu swallowed hard. As if thinking of something, he said sternly.
"If you dare to kill me! Fulong Immortal Palace will not let you go! Then you, your disciples, and the people of the Ancient Dao Sect will all have to pay with their lives for this young master!"
However, what Ye Yun hated most was being threatened. The moment Mo Chenyu finished speaking, a scream erupted from his mouth.
Ye Yun severed his left arm with a sword strike, a sinister smile on his face.
"Is that so? Do you think this seat dares to kill you now?"
Seeing his arm gush with blood, Mo Chenyu was in extreme pain, and the fear on his face intensified.
"It's my fault! It's all my fault! Please spare me. I promise I will never provoke you again! Whatever you want, I can satisfy!"
At this point, all he could do was beg for mercy, hoping Ye Yun would spare his life. As long as he could survive this, there would still be a chance!
However, Ye Yun smiled upon hearing his words and said.
"There is indeed something I want now, and I hope you can satisfy it."
Mo Chenyu's eyes lit up with hope, and he said eagerly.
"What? As long as you say it, I can satisfy any desire you have!"
Hearing this, Ye Yun sneered. "Of course, it's your life!"
Let him go?
Now that he and Mo Chenyu had formed an irreconcilable enmity, there was no possibility of reconciliation. Should he let him go back to cause more trouble? Ye Yun wasn't that foolish.
At this, Mo Chenyu was completely despairing. In his despair came rage, and he roared at Ye Yun with all his might.
"Ye Yun! This young master will not let you go! I swear, I will kill you!"
He wildly swung his sword, intending to kill Ye Yun, but the moment he made his move, a cold gleam flashed, and his chest was pierced by the Fenglan Sword.
At this moment, the onlookers' mouths hung open, unable to close for a long time.
Killed him?
Ye Yun actually killed the Young Palace Master of Fulong Immortal Palace so directly?
They had all thought that Ye Yun would consider Mo Chenyu's backing from Fulong Immortal Palace and merely teach him a severe lesson, but killing him would have too great an impact.
"Elder Ye… isn't he afraid of Fulong Immortal Palace's revenge?"
"It's over, Elder Ye is truly finished…"
"With the Young Palace Master's death in the Eastern Domain, Fulong Immortal Palace will likely seek revenge at all costs, won't they?"
…
The crowd buzzed with discussion, but Ye Yun calmly put away the Fenglan Sword. Mo Chenyu's body fell limply.
Mo Hong's face changed drastically upon seeing this, and he quickly rushed forward to catch him.
Ye Yun did not stop him. The sword strike he had just delivered had used his sword intent to shred Mo Chenyu's internal organs and meridians. Mo Chenyu was already a corpse; even a divine being couldn't save him now.
"Everyone, disperse and evacuate!"
After glancing at the corpse in his arms, Mo Hong roared at the crowd.
Then, everyone used their last remaining Xuan Qi, turned, and fled in all directions. This way, even if Ye Yun was powerful, he couldn't stop all of them.
Ye Yun glanced at the fleeing figures but did not pursue them. One reason was that it was difficult to chase them all, but the most crucial point was that the battle was not over; there was still a great enemy nearby to deal with.
As the people of Fulong Immortal Palace scattered, Ye Yun still held the Fenglan Sword, turned, and looked at the silhouette not far away, raising an eyebrow.
"When we were fighting fiercely just now, that was the best time to kill me. Why didn't you make a move?"
One of the reasons he had wanted to finish quickly was the pressure exerted by Xing Wu on his side. He was worried about being exhausted and being caught off guard by a sneak attack from her, but he hadn't expected her to not move at all.
Hearing this, Xing Wu flew from her Blood Feather Bird and landed gracefully beside Ye Yun, smiling.
"Didn't I say it? I am very satisfied with you, so I want to recruit you as my subordinate to achieve great things."
"It seems now that you are even more exceptional than I anticipated. To comprehend transcendent sword intent at such a realm is truly unheard of."
When Ye Yun displayed transcendent sword intent just now, even she was shaken. It was hard to imagine that in this era, there could still be such a peerless sword genius!
Naturally, her affection for Ye Yun grew even stronger.
Ye Yun couldn't help but say playfully, "Do you mean you want me to be your dog?"
"No, no, no, I think you've misunderstood something."
Xing Wu walked through the air, step by step. A charming smile appeared on her exquisitely beautiful face.
"I acknowledge your talent and strength, so I hope you can assist me in achieving great things. At that time, it will be easy for me to help you achieve sainthood, or even surpass it."
As she spoke, her slender jade fingers brushed across her fair collarbone, her fingertips lightly tracing her graceful curves in front of her. Her voice held a hint of coquettishness.
"And if it were you, and if you could satisfy me, perhaps granting you the honor of my virgin night in the future would not be impossible."