Chapter 702: Crushing Yan Wuhen!
Li Yun’s eyes remained calm.
He did not evade.
The golden dragon scales on his body shone brighter.
Indestructible Body erupted fully.
His Slaughter Sword Intent and Immortal Sword Intent gathered around his right hand and sword at the same time.
Then, he took one step forward.
Boom!
The ground beneath him collapsed.
Using that terrifying foundation of weight, Li Yun swung his sword downward.
There was still no named sword art.
Only pure Sword Intent.
Only raw strength.
Only the full power of his current body and bloodline.
The crimson Slaughter Sword Intent and pale Immortal Sword Intent descended together.
Bang!
The blood-black spear collided with Li Yun’s sword.
For a brief moment, the spear seemed to resist.
Then, the pale immortal edge sliced into it.
The crimson slaughter power invaded it.
The blood-black spear cracked, trembled, and finally exploded.
The explosion was terrifying, but Li Yun walked straight through it. Golden dragon scales protected his body, and the scattered devilish qi could not even leave a mark on him.
Yan Wuhen’s pupils shrank.
For the first time, fear appeared in his eyes.
Li Yun had not been forced back.
Not even once.
From the moment the battle began, he had been suppressing Yan Wuhen with absolute force.
Sword Intent.
Bloodline.
Body.
Weight.
Every aspect was crushing him.
"How can your strength have increased so much after only one level?" Yan Wuhen shouted in disbelief.
Li Yun looked at him coldly. "Because my foundation is not something you can understand."
The moment his voice fell, he appeared in front of Yan Wuhen again.
His fist landed heavily on Yan Wuhen’s abdomen.
Boom!
Yan Wuhen’s body bent forward, and blood burst from his mouth.
Before he could recover, Li Yun’s sword slashed across his chest.
Ssshh!
Another deep wound appeared.
Again, the wound refused to heal.
Slaughter Sword Intent destroyed the vitality within the clone’s flesh, while Immortal Sword Intent left behind an undying edge that continued cutting from within.
Yan Wuhen tried to counterattack, but Li Yun’s dragon-scale-covered hand grabbed his wrist.
Crack!
His wrist was crushed directly.
Then, Li Yun threw him.
Yan Wuhen’s body smashed into the ground with terrifying force, and the arena trembled violently.
The difference between them had become obvious.
This was no longer a difficult fight.
This was no longer a narrow victory.
Li Yun was thrashing him.
Yan Wuhen roared madly and tried to gather another wave of blood and devilish qi, but Li Yun stepped onto his chest before the attack could form.
Boom!
The arena beneath Yan Wuhen cracked apart.
That foot carried the pressure of Li Yun’s one-million-times body weight.
Yan Wuhen felt as if an ancient divine mountain had pressed down on him. His ribs shattered, his organs shook, and even the blood energy inside his clone body became chaotic.
"Impossible!"
Yan Wuhen’s eyes were bloodshot.
"This is only a clone, but it has the strength of the 8th level of Heavenly Core Realm. How can I be suppressed by someone at the 9th level of Earthly Core Realm?"
Li Yun looked down at him.
"When I was at the 8th level of Earthly Core Realm, I was already strong enough to kill this clone."
His voice was calm but merciless.
"Now I am at the 9th level."
Yan Wuhen’s heart sank.
Only now did he truly understand.
Li Yun had not been exaggerating.
That one-level increase had not simply raised his essence qi. It had strengthened his entire foundation. His body, bloodline, Sword Intents, and ability to unleash his millionfold weight had all become more terrifying.
To ordinary cultivators, one level might only be a small step.
To Li Yun, it was a complete rise in battle power.
Yan Wuhen suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, a sinister light appeared in his eyes.
"Blood Nightmare Curse Technique."
A bloody light began to gather inside his body.
Since he could not defeat Li Yun, he planned to self-destruct and curse him.
But Li Yun had already seen through his intention.
The crimson Slaughter Sword Intent erupted violently, while the pale Immortal Sword Intent sealed the space around Yan Wuhen’s body with an undying edge.
"Do you think I will give you the chance?"
Li Yun lifted his foot.
Then, he stomped down again.
Boom!
Yan Wuhen’s body sank deeper into the ground.
The bloody light that had just begun to gather was shaken apart by the sheer physical pressure of that stomp. His blood energy scattered chaotically, and the curse technique failed before it could fully activate.
At the same time, Li Yun raised his sword.
The full power of his two Sword Intents gathered on the blade.
Fifty percent Xiantian Stage Slaughter Sword Intent.
Forty percent Xiantian Stage Immortal Sword Intent.
His Golden Ancient Dragon Bloodline roared.
Dragon Blood Transformation blazed.
Indestructible Body pushed his physical strength to the limit.
His one-million-times body weight became the foundation of the final strike.
Li Yun brought the sword down.
No sword art.
No complicated move.
Only an absolute sword strike born from pure power and pure intent.
The crimson and pale Sword Light pierced through Yan Wuhen’s head, then cut straight through his clone body.
For a moment, Yan Wuhen froze.
His eyes were still filled with disbelief.
He had never imagined that his clone, which possessed the strength of the 8th level of Heavenly Core Realm, would not only lose to Li Yun, but be completely dominated from beginning to end.
A moment later, his clone body split apart.
Slaughter Sword Intent erased the vitality hidden within the Blood Spider Lily clone, while Immortal Sword Intent destroyed the regenerative power that supported it.
The clone collapsed into blood-colored fragments.
Then, those fragments were crushed beneath Li Yun’s terrifying aura and scattered into nothingness.
Yan Wuhen’s clone was dead.
The arena became silent.
Li Yun slowly lowered his sword.
The golden dragon scales on his body began to fade, and Dragon Blood Transformation gradually receded. The oppressive weight around him also slowly withdrew into his body, causing the trembling arena to finally calm down.
From the start to the end of this battle, he had not used his old sword arts.
He had relied only on the full power of his two Xiantian Stage Sword Intents, his Golden Ancient Dragon Bloodline, Dragon Blood Transformation, the seventh stage of Ninefold Origin Flesh Scripture, Indestructible Body, and his terrifying one-million-times body weight.
And the result was absolute.
Yan Wuhen had been dominated.
Li Yun had not merely defeated him.
He had crushed him.