Chapter 2467: Chapter 2467
The Sword-master’s fury stemmed from his contempt for these men’s stupidity and cowardice.
Only after Ye Liuyun had swindled them to the brink of annihilation did they finally seek his help. What infuriated him more was their spineless decision to submit to extortion when avenging their fallen disciples should have been their sacred duty.
His fingers itched to execute both elders on the spot. Yet practicality stayed his hand—someone still needed to manage the sect’s affairs. With gritted teeth, he settled for beheading only the scapegoated elder.
Violent temper being his hallmark, this bloodletting became inevitable after learning of the Divine Sword Manor’s disgrace.
"Where is he?" The Sword-master exploded from the mountain cave like unleashed lightning. "Take me to slaughter that vermin!"
"Yes, my lord!" The surviving elder groveled, not daring to protest as he scurried ahead like a whipped cur.
Meanwhile, Silent Killer needed no spiritual perception to sense the tsunami of murderous intent surging from the manor.
"The Sword-master makes his move," he alerted Ye Liuyun with urgent terseness.
Yet when the Sword-master scanned the surroundings, Silent Killer’s deliberately suppressed aura escaped detection.
"Imbeciles!" he roared at the cowering elder. "Where are these supposed watchers? Frightened by empty threats like startled rabbits!"
The elder kept his head bowed, trembling as he guided his wrathful master toward Ye Liuyun’s villa.
Inside the Mystic Void Stone, Ye Liuyun and his doppelganger immediately ceased cultivation upon receiving the warning. Emerging into the bedchamber, they prepared their trap—luring the Sword-master into the courtyard’s seclusion where his white-light annihilation could proceed unseen.
But when the Sword-master arrived, he had no intention of entering at all. Instead, he raised his hand toward the sky and bellowed, "Swords, heed my call!"
Instantly, every blade carried by the martial artists watching from afar trembled uncontrollably before soaring into the air, flying straight toward the Sword-master. Since sword-bearing warriors were the most common in these lands, thousands of longswords rose in unison, creating a breathtaking spectacle.
"The Sword-master!"
Awed by his power, the martial artists dropped to their knees in reverence.
The Sword-master paid them no mind. Instead, he commanded the ever-growing swarm of swords to circle around him like a storm of steel.
Ye Liuyun was stunned. This was beyond anything he had anticipated.
"Just how profound is his mastery of the sword? To command ten thousand blades at will..."
"Wretched beast! Come out and face your death!" the Sword-master snarled coldly toward the house where Ye Liuyun hid.
Truthfully, he only meant to intimidate Ye Liuyun into surrendering—alive. According to the elders’ reports, Ye Liuyun wasn’t acting alone. Killing him outright would leave no leads to his accomplices or his true motives, which would be far too reckless.
The shout snapped Ye Liuyun out of his shock.
He knew he was outmatched. If all those swords struck his defensive formation at once, it would never hold.
Though he hated revealing his trump card, if the Sword-master attacked first, he wouldn’t even get a chance to fight back.
Without hesitation, Ye Liuyun channeled his Xuan Yuan energy, and a piercing white light shot from his golden pupils, piercing through the walls of the house and lancing straight toward the Sword-master.
Moreover, Ye Liuyun was concerned that the Sword-master might retaliate, so this time he utilized half of the Xuan Yuan’s power, expanding the radius of the white light to an impressive scale.
The radiant beam shattered through the walls in an instant, enveloping everything from the Sword-master’s shoulders downward. Even the elder standing behind him was caught in the blinding glow, his entire body swallowed by the searing light.
Watching the Sword-master’s flesh dissolve before his eyes, Ye Liuyun finally exhaled in relief.
"Even a powerhouse like the Sword-master couldn’t withstand this attack!" he mused.
Without hesitation, Ye Liuyun swiftly drew the remaining corpse toward him and stashed it into his spatial ring. He couldn’t help but notice the sheer terror and despair frozen in the Sword-master’s lifeless eyes.
Still, he couldn’t deny a grudging admiration—this man had truly been a force to be reckoned with.
But now, his own strength had been exposed. Though those outside might not grasp the full details, they had undoubtedly witnessed the spectacle. Ye Liuyun’s mind raced, weighing how to cover up the truth of the white light’s usage.
Yet, what he hadn’t anticipated was that the countless swords swirling around the Sword-master didn’t clatter to the ground. Instead, they continued their deadly dance before suddenly hurtling toward his residence with lethal intent.
In his final moments, the Sword-master had realized death was inevitable. Never had he imagined that a lifetime of unrivaled skill would end at the hands of an unknown upstart.
Regret gnawed at him—why hadn’t he struck first? But even now, vengeance was better than letting Ye Liuyun escape unscathed.
As his body disintegrated, he channeled the last of his divine soul energy, dispersing it into fragments that merged with the myriad blades.
Now, these scattered remnants of his will burned with a singular purpose: to annihilate Ye Liuyun where he stood.
"Already dead, and still seeking revenge?" Ye Liuyun scoffed.
Ye Liuyun sensed that the divine soul power within these longswords had locked onto him. Even if he tried to flee, the swords would undoubtedly pursue him relentlessly.
Without hesitation, he activated his defensive formation and, in a swift motion, blasted the room he was in to smithereens. Several war chariots and puppet beasts materialized before him, forming a protective barrier.
His doppelgänger emerged as well, and together, they channeled their divine soul power, devouring the energy within the swords to diminish their numbers.
The next moment, a deafening roar erupted as the swords began assaulting the formation. The overwhelming tide of blades shattered the defenses in no time. His war chariots retaliated instantly, unleashing beams of energy that streaked across the battlefield, cutting through the incoming swords.
Ye Liuyun summoned several Falcon-class vessels to intercept the relentless sword tide.
Soon, chariots and Falcons were obliterated under the onslaught, forcing him to deploy another layer of defenses. Any blade that slipped through was met with the unyielding bodies of his puppet beasts.
In the distance, the martial artists were still reeling from the shock of the Sword-master’s demise when they were struck dumb by the spectacle of this battle.
With the formation obliterated, the courtyard lay in ruins, revealing Ye Liuyun’s arsenal of war chariots, Falcons, and puppet beasts.
Many spectators struggled to comprehend the battle, uncertain whether the Sword-master had truly perished. Others were awestruck by the blinding white light Ye Liuyun had unleashed, speculating wildly about its origins.
Now, as they took in the bizarre array of equipment surrounding him, their amazement only grew, fueling rampant speculation about his identity and background.
The city lord’s office, recognizing the gravity of the situation, wasted no time reporting the incident to the Holy Land Dynasty.
The dynasty immediately dispatched local garrison troops to investigate.
Cautious of the battlefield’s ferocity, the soldiers maintained their distance, opting instead to encircle Ye Liuyun.
The moment he spotted the garrison forces, Ye Liuyun sent a mental command to Shaerman, who was patrolling outside the city. His orders were clear: infiltrate the city, destroy the teleportation array, and then join him to eliminate the garrison.
With the entire city’s attention fixed on Ye Liuyun’s battle and the garrison troops fully mobilized, Shaerman slipped in unnoticed. He swiftly seized and dismantled the teleportation array before leading his forces toward Ye Liuyun’s location, blades at the ready.
