Chapter 58: The Appearance of the Senior Sister
Chapter 58: The Appearance of the Senior Sister
“Since you’ll take responsibility, good.”
Cheng Lingyu’s voice cut like frozen steel. In that instant, he became a wild beast, plunging into the encircling enemies to begin merciless slaughter.
Screams echoed through every alleyway. No one had ever dared massacre Xuanhuo Sect disciples so openly in Yunyang City—until now.
Ye Xiaoyun gaped, shocked by Cheng Lingyu’s brutality. Six sect disciples already lay dead in mere moments.
“Run! He’s a demon!”
The surviving disciples scrambled to flee.
“Stand your ground!” Ye Xiaoyun shrieked. “Use your magical artifacts! Destroy him!”
The Xuanhuo Sect, famed for crafting artifacts, equipped even low-ranking disciples with peculiar tools. Multicolored brilliance erupted as they activated their devices, briefly disrupting Cheng Lingyu’s assault.
Rage burned in Cheng Lingyu’s eyes. Sword energy flickered at his fingertips, morphing into shimmering butterflies that shattered artifact after artifact. Suddenly, a butterfly woven entirely from sword light materialized, its wings rippling with deadly elegance.
“Th-that’s the Mirage Blade Slash!” someone screamed.
The radiant butterfly dissolved into a storm of blade energy. Killing intent saturated the air as sword light annihilated everything in its path. When the haze cleared, not a single Xuanhuo disciple remained standing.
Cheng Zhaolong’s face twisted with envy. That Cheng Lingyu had reached such heights in barely a year defied reason.
“You slaughtered them all?” Ye Xiaoyun whispered, trembling.
“Your orders killed them,” Cheng Lingyu stated, advancing. “Now you’ll join them.”
Cheng Zhaolong blocked his path, spear raised. “You overreach! This is Yunyang City—you’ll not run wild here!”
Cheng Lingyu’s laugh held no mirth. “She demanded my death before witnesses. Let her answer for it.” A flick of his wrist sent sword light coiling into a lethal butterfly.
Cheng Zhaolong’s spear hummed with sound waves—the Soul-Piercing Dart, a high-quality treasure artifact. Their clash shook the street.
Though Cheng Zhaolong boasted the Seventh Level of the Thunder Stage and his prized weapon, Cheng Lingyu fought like a force of nature. Sword energy clanged against spear shaft, shockwaves battering Cheng Zhaolong backward with each strike.
Roaring, Cheng Zhaolong channeled the Thunder Stage’s terrifying strength. True essence surged through him, amplified by his artifact. The tide turned, forcing Cheng Lingyu into retreat.
“You’re outmatched!” Cheng Zhaolong bellowed, more to convince himself than his foe. “My cultivation surpasses yours! This spear seals your fate!”
The high-quality treasure artifact was incredibly powerful and unstoppable.
Cheng Lingyu was forced back repeatedly, his eyes glinting coldly.
Using only sword energy, Cheng Lingyu struggled to suppress Cheng Zhaolong due to their three-level gap.
Not wanting to expose his secrets before the crowd, he had avoided summoning the Ghostly Magic Blade.
Shifting tactics abruptly, Cheng Lingyu unleashed the full complexity of the Mirage Blade Slash, leaving Cheng Zhaolong scrambling to defend.
Ye Xiaoyun secretly contacted Xuanhuo Sect experts, determined to eliminate Cheng Lingyu.
As one of Yunyang City’s two major sects, failing to kill a single Cheng Lingyu would bring shame upon the Xuanhuo Sect.
Jin Miaoyi stood anxiously in the crowd. He ordered Miao Sanxu to rush to the chess academy to find Caiyun while sending Cheng Lingyu a voice transmission urging immediate retreat.
Jin Miaoyi’s warning snapped Cheng Lingyu into action. Cold light flashed in his eyes as the Ghostly Magic Blade materialized invisibly in his palm, slamming into Cheng Zhaolong’s spear.
A terrifying force erupted instantly, overwhelming in its intensity.
Cheng Zhaolong’s triumphant expression twisted to horror as invisible power hurled him backward. His spear – a high-quality treasure artifact – shattered instantly.
“Seven Butterfly Shadows!”
Cheng Lingyu’s icy voice carried lethal intent.
Sword lights materialized in the void, morphing into seven uniquely colored butterflies. The spectral insects merged mid-air in a dazzling burst of light.
Death’s aura enveloped Cheng Zhaolong as the radiant butterfly’s graceful wings pulsed with lethal energy.
Ye Xiaoyun reacted swiftly, conjuring a golden bell artifact to shield Cheng Zhaolong.
The glowing butterfly’s sword light struck simultaneously, shattering both void and golden bell effortlessly.
Cheng Zhaolong activated desperate defenses, but the sword energy pierced through. His heart-wrenching scream echoed as blood cascaded downward.
“Outrageous!”
A figure materialized at the critical moment, dispersing residual sword energy with a palm strike.
“Zhaolong!”
Ye Xiaoyun rushed to her gravely injured companion.
“I’ll heal you!” She fled with Cheng Zhaolong, abandoning all else.
Cheng Lingyu retreated coldly, frustration simmering. Without interference, Cheng Zhaolong would be dead.
“Bold indeed.” Lian Yunxiang’s gaze chilled. His timely arrival alone prevented Cheng Zhaolong’s demise.
“State your purpose.”
Though angered, Cheng Lingyu remained composed. As a top Xuanhuo Sect disciple in the Soul Martial Realm, Lian Yunxiang far surpassed his current capabilities.
“You killed so many disciples of the Xuanhuo Sect. Naturally, you must pay with your life.”
Cheng Lingyu sneered, “If I hadn’t fought back and got killed by them, would that have been called ‘deserved’?”
“Exactly! You’re the first to dare kill Xuanhuo Sect disciples in Yunyang City. If we spare you, where would our sect’s dignity remain? Die quietly.”
Lian Yunxiang radiated confidence as flames surged around him, coalescing into fiery lotuses that orbited his figure, projecting overwhelming dominance.
Cheng Lingyu narrowed his eyes, feeling suffocated under the pressure. Lian Yunxiang’s Soul Martial Realm cultivation loomed like an immovable mountain before him.
Their power difference was insurmountable – no skill could bridge that gap.
Cheng Lingyu retreated slowly, keen eyes tracking every movement. His Magic Eyes technique sharpened his defensive awareness.
Bystanders whispered nearby, certain Cheng Lingyu faced certain death.
Though young, Lian Yunxiang had reached the Soul Martial Fourth Realm. Crushing a mere True Martial Fourth Realm cultivator would be effortless.
Observing Cheng Lingyu’s cautious stance, Lian Yunxiang sneered contemptuously.
“What good is defense with your pathetic strength?”
He gestured sharply, conjuring a massive vortex that instantly trapped Cheng Lingyu in its gravitational pull.
The straightforward attack left no room for evasion.
Cheng Lingyu roared, straining against the force, but their power disparity held him captive.
As the vortex dragged him closer, Jin Miaoyi and Fang Zhuqing watched helplessly from the crowd, their mediocre cultivation offering no assistance.
Though panic flashed in Cheng Lingyu’s eyes, his mind worked furiously to find an escape.
The gathering swelled with cultivators – Hong Xiu from the Piano Court and Xiuling from the Calligraphy Academy arrived, joined by Lu Yu of the Lu family and Jiang Mufeng of the Jiang family.
Lian Yunxiang smirked, his binding energy completely immobilizing his prey.
“Where’s your earlier bravado? Regretting your choices now?”
He maintained superior posture, savoring the humiliation.
“Save your arrogance. Soon you’ll be whimpering like a beaten cur,” Cheng Lingyu retorted defiantly.
Lian Yunxiang’s laughter turned harsh. “Insolent worm! I’ll knock your teeth down your throat!”
With another gesture, he inverted Cheng Lingyu’s body, slamming him headfirst toward the ground.
The crowd gasped, anticipating the fatal impact.
“How… impressive.”
An icy voice sliced through the air, chilling temperatures and hearts alike.
Before Lian Yunxiang could react, his captive vanished – reappearing three meters away.
A colorful figure materialized from the void beside Cheng Lingyu, her unparalleled grace silencing the crowd – Chess Academy’s Miss Caiyun.
Lian Yunxiang tensed, uneasy premonition coiling in his gut.
“You tried to kill my junior brother?”
Caiyun’s frosty aura pressed down like physical weight, constricting Lian Yunxiang’s breath.
“He murdered Xuanhuo disciples…”
“So you’d murder him?”
Her voice dripped lethal intent.
“Xuanhuo killers deserve death!”
At this critical moment, thunderous auras approached – Xuanhuo Sect experts led by their elders descended upon the scene.