Puff!
A streak of sword light pierced the center of Yuwen Xiong Zhu’s forehead.
The sword light flashed and vanished.
Ye Yun once again retracted the Silver Dragon Sword.
There was a shallow bloody hole in the center of Yuwen Xiong Zhu’s forehead, with blood gushing out from it.
"The City Lord is dead?"
The Divine King Realm experts of the Yuwen Family watching from afar couldn’t help but feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, chilled to the bone.
At this mont, Yuwen Xiong Zhu’s eyes were tightly shut, his body stiff, floating in mid-air, no longer breathing.
"Father!"
Yuwen Qiming cried out uncontrollably.
"City Lord!"
The other Divine King Realm experts, seeing Yuwen Qiming’s sorrowful cry, couldn’t help but feel their own sadness arise, tears welling up.
At this mont.
Everyone knew that Tianque City was completely finished.
This terrifying Sword Cultivator alone could wipe out the entire Tianque City.
"Hiss! Such incredible swordsmanship!
Fortunately, I’m not his opponent..."
Di Dao Lin, staring at Ye Yun’s white-clad back, was horrified and couldn’t help but shiver.
If Yuwen Xiong Zhu had been replaced with him, he also wouldn’t have been able to withstand that sword.
Even though the Di Family heirloom and the Emperor of Heaven Fist are unparalleled, they cannot stop this massacre-driven sword.
Emperor Jiuying was excited, muttering, "We won, we really won..."
"Now you don’t have to worry."
Ye Yun looked at Emperor Jiuying and smiled slightly.
"Really, no need to worry anymore!"
Emperor Jiuying was both sad and joyful, unable to hold back tears as she looked at Ye Yun and smiled, not bothering to wipe her tears, "I was indeed lucky to have t you at the Three Fire God Cult!"
"Hehe..."
Ye Yun chuckled softly.
Regarding Emperor Jiuying’s words, Ye Yun didn’t reply. Instead, he lightly patted Yuwen Xiong Zhu’s face with his sword and said plainly, "Pretending to be dead? That sword just gave you a minor injury, it didn’t destroy your Primordial Spirit! Wake up quick!"
These words were like a boulder thrown into everyone’s heart, stirring up monstrous waves.
What?
The City Lord isn’t dead?
The experts of the Yuwen Family suddenly stopped their cries and all stared in a daze at Yuwen Xiong Zhu floating in the air.
Di Dao Lin was also taken aback.
In his excitent just now, he hadn’t really noticed whether Yuwen Xiong Zhu’s Primordial Spirit was destroyed by that terrifying sword.
"Cough, cough..."
Suddenly, Yuwen Xiong Zhu’s body moved, and he opened his eyes.
At this mont, his aged face bore an expression of terror and embarrassnt.
That sword had indeed scared him witless.
The instant the sword light pierced his forehead, it actually frightened him into unconsciousness.
"You’ve lost!"
Ye Yun pointed his sword at Yuwen Xiong Zhu and said coolly.
Yuwen Xiong Zhu trembled all over, his face as pale as parchnt, murmuring to himself, "I never thought that after a lifeti of dominance, I, Yuwen Xiong Zhu, would be defeated by your hand. But I do not feel unjustly cheated in my defeat..."
Saying this.
He suddenly sighed, looked at Ye Yun, and asked deeply, "Why didn’t you kill ?"
"Keeping you alive still has its uses; killing you would be a waste, wouldn’t it?"
Ye Yun smiled.
The reason for sparing Yuwen Xiong Zhu was to let the Di Family completely bring Tianque City under their control.
This way.
The strength of the Di Family would be trendously enhanced.
Even though Ye Yun is the Dao partner of Emperor Jiuying, he is only so in na and cannot stay long in the Di Family.
So.
Ye Yun wanted to turn the threat of Tianque City into an asset for the Di Family.
"Are you worried about that elder returning to settle accounts with you?"
Yuwen Xiong Zhu thought of sothing, his expression changed, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke.
"Afraid of him? What a joke!"
Ye Yun laughed heartily.
He turned around, crossed the void in a step, and stood before Yuwen Qiming.
"What are you going to do to Young Master Yuwen?"
The Divine King Realm experts of the Yuwen Family gathered around, surrounding Yuwen Qiming to protect him.
"Get lost!"
Ye Yun’s expression turned icy, and he raised his sword once more.
Feeling the astonishing killing intent, these Divine King Realm experts unconsciously took a few steps back.
In their eyes.
This sword cultivator’s skill with the sword was simply too terrifying.
Even if they wanted to protect Yuwen Qiming, they were not strong enough and could not protect him at all.
It’s possible that if they angered him, a single sword strike could take Yuwen Qiming’s life on the spot.
"Slap!"
"Slap!"
Ye Yun reached out and slapped Yuwen Qiming several tis.
Imdiately, his cheeks swelled up high.
Yuwen Qiming was terrified, not daring to speak, his body trembling uncontrollably.
He’s no fool, fully aware of the dreadfulness of this white-clad sword cultivator.
"Do you still dare to have any improper thoughts about Emperor Jiuying?"
Ye Yun asked coldly.
"No, I dare not, sir!"
Yuwen Qiming imdiately knelt, speaking with a crying voice.
Yuwen Xiong Zhu flew over, affectionately glanced at Yuwen Qiming, and said to Ye Yun, "Do not kill my son, kill instead!"
"Neither of your lives have any valuable worth to kill. When that Sect of Seven Kills guy returns, I’ll deal with you all then!"
Ye Yun smiled faintly.
Throwing out this sentence, he gave Emperor Jiuying a aningful glance and flew up toward a magnificent golden hall.
The disciple of the Sect of Seven Kills had gone to the Chaos Sect to verify.
He intended to wait here for a while.
He also wanted to see how the Chaos Sect would react upon the release of the Order of Chaos.
Emperor Jiuying flew over, glaring fiercely at Yuwen Qiming, then followed Ye Yun.
Di Dao Lin also followed suit and flew over.
Boom!
Ye Yun slashed with his sword, breaking the restriction set up by the Sect of Seven Kills disciple.
He sheathed his sword and flew with Emperor Jiuying into the grand hall.
Seeing the two showing signs of affection, Di Dao Lin hesitated but didn’t follow them inside.
"Cough, cough...
They have the things young people do, and this old bag of bones had better not interfere..."
Di Dao Lin awkwardly laughed, standing outside and waiting.
Yuwen Xiong Zhu flew over.
Because Ye Yun had held back, the sword did not release a murderous aura, so the wound on his forehead was already healed.
Only a shallow scar remained, and it’s believed that in no ti, it will return to normal.
"Di Dao Lin, you’ve really chosen a good son-in-law!"
Yuwen Xiong Zhu said with a face full of resentnt.
"Are you siding with your useless son?"
Di Dao Lin squinted slightly, retorting unceremoniously.
"I wouldn’t dare, I’m just a defeated underling, how dare I have such thoughts? From now on, when I see you, Di Dao Lin, I’ll have no choice but to greet you respectfully..."
Yuwen Xiong Zhu snorted coldly.
His eyes moved, examining Di Dao Lin closely, and he suddenly seed surprised.
"Di Dao Lin, you were poisoned mysteriously, your energy should be depleted, so how is it that you look so lively now, showing no signs of poisoning?"
"Do I even need to say it? I have a good son-in-law!"
Di Dao Lin laughed heartily.
Now that Tianque City has been thoroughly defeated, there was no need for him to hide it any longer.
"How can it be? How could the mysterious poison in you be easily cured?"
Yuwen Xiong Zhu gasped, mumbling to himself.
In the grand hall.
Ye Yun sat high, while Emperor Jiuying stood beside him obediently like a maid.
"Long Yunzi, are you really confident in dealing with that person from the Sect of Seven Kills?"
Emperor Jiuying asked with a slightly worried look.
"Hehe, my Order of Chaos is not one to be trifled with, Jiuying, just be patient, we just need to wait calmly now..."
Ye Yun smiled gently, his eyes deep.
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