Chapter 893: Crippling the Three Emperors
His profound energy completely drained, Duan Heisha's entire body was drenched in cold sweat, like a dog that had just been pulled out of the water. His twitching limbs and face proved that he was not dead.
Under a single strike from Yun Che, Seven Star Divine Mansion's master Duan Heisha had his profound veins completely crippled and his profound energy entirely drained!
"M-M-M-Master..."
The several elders who had been charging forward were all frozen in place, their eyes shrinking, their legs weakening. A few even fell directly to their knees, unable to recover their wits for a long time.
Outside the Seven Star Divine Mansion, the members of the Zhetian Sect and Feixian Sword Sect also had their pupils dilated, their faces pale with shock. Even Zhetian Sect's master Zuo Hanshuo and Feixian Sword Sect's grand sect master Mu Yichan were startled and lost color. When Duan Heisha's profound energy wildly leaked out, Mu Yichan even took a frightened step back.
They witnessed with their own eyes that the master of the Seven Star Divine Mansion, one of the three strongest on the Cangyun Continent, a Ninth-level Emperor Lord Duan Heisha, had been crippled!
And he was crippled by a single strike... just one strike!!
"Master... Master!!"
The nearest elders of the Divine Mansion practically crawled to Duan Heisha's side. They reached out trembling hands to test his aura, only to find that his entire body had become extremely limp. There was not a trace of profound force left, and even his profound veins had been destroyed into a mushy pulp.
Not only was he crippled, but it was done so thoroughly that he couldn't even start cultivating again from the Initial Xuan Realm.
Duan Heisha was not dead, and his consciousness still retained a bit of clarity. But his eyes were dark and hollow, as lifeless as a dead man's, and his skin was visibly withering at a rate noticeable to the naked eye.
Falling from the peak of the current era to being a completely useless waste in an instant—this was absolutely a million times crueler than a miserable death for a peerless profound practitioner. And this cruel development happened too fast, too suddenly. Perhaps even now, he still thought he was immersed in a nightmare.
"Duan Heisha, you should thank my master," Yun Che said coldly, turning his back. "If it weren't for my master, you wouldn't even have a crippled life left, let alone a remnant corpse!"
Yun Gu was a healer, and a healer too pure in his approach. That was why he could become the "Medical Saint" and possess the medical skills to wrest life from heaven. Yun Che's medical skills all came from Yun Gu. Whether on the Tian Xuan Continent or in the Demon Illusion Realm, they were unmatched. Even so, he knew that he had only learned about fifty or sixty percent of Yun Gu's skills.
If Yun Che's medical skills could save lives, then Yun Gu could truly "wrest life from heaven."
And precisely because of his purity in "saving lives," he never killed. He could never accept killing, not even the death of an evil person, which would draw his sighs.
"You... you..." The Divine Mansion elder kneeling beside Duan Heisha abruptly raised his head. His murderous aura just surged but quickly weakened, and his subsequent voice clearly carried deep fear: "Who... exactly... are you..."
Yun Che did not answer. His icy gaze pierced straight into the completely changed expressions of Mu Yichan and Zuo Hanshuo: "You two, will you end yourselves, or do I need to do it myself!"
Under Yun Che's gaze, Mu Yichan and Zuo Hanshuo instantly felt a bone-chilling cold surge through their marrow. To cripple Duan Heisha completely with one strike—this was a power they could not believe or understand. They tried hard to explain it as Duan Heisha being caught off guard, but that explanation would not convince even a fool.
As the current overlords of the Cangyun Continent, they knew better than anyone that completely crippling a Ninth-level Emperor Lord was ten times harder than killing him!
Let alone doing it with one strike.
"You... who exactly... are you!" Mu Yichan's voice clearly carried a tremble.
"We have no grudges or grievances... why are you striking so heavily?" Zuo Hanshuo quickly added, his words clearly betraying fear and submission.
"No grudges or grievances? You all gathered here in Fusu Country to snatch my master's possession. If I hadn't come, given my master's temperament, he would have been... he would have been forced to death by you again! And now you say there are no grudges or grievances?"
Yun Che's teeth clenched slightly, the endless hatred of those years stirring faintly again.
"You are the disciple of the Medical Saint Yun Gu?" Zuo Hanshuo shook his head: "Impossible! We never heard that Yun Gu had a disciple! You... you clearly just want to monopolize the Heavenly Poison Pearl!"
Yun Che's eyes narrowed, and he murmured in a voice only he could hear: "Master's account, Ling'er's account, my own account... Master dislikes killing, Ling'er has a soft heart, so let's just collect some simple interest..."
He raised three fingers to Zuo Hanshuo and Mu Yichan, saying with utmost indifference: "I'll give you three breaths. Don't worry, I won't take your lives. Either you cripple your profound power within three breaths, or I'll do it myself and cripple your entire bodies!"
"You..." Zuo Hanshuo and Mu Yichan's pupils simultaneously contracted.
"One!" Yun Che folded down his first finger.
"Two!" Yun Che folded down his second finger, and the aura that had been as still as dead water suddenly surged.
Before today, if anyone said that Zuo Hanshuo and Mu Yichan could be scared out of their wits, probably no one on the entire continent would believe it. They themselves would have taken it as a huge joke. But now, less than a hundred breaths after their peer Duan Heisha had been reduced to a dead dog-like waste, facing Yun Che's extended fingers, they deeply felt a fear that made their hearts and gall want to split.
"Three!"
Zuo Hanshuo and Mu Yichan simultaneously leaped backward into the air, roaring: "Kill! Kill him! All of you... attack... kill him!!"
The elders and disciples of the three great sects could clearly hear the fear in Zuo Hanshuo and Mu Yichan's voices. Even they were terrified, and someone like Duan Heisha had been instantly crippled—it was obvious how terrifying the opponent was. But the sect master's order could not be disobeyed. While the two sect masters fled in panic, they had no choice but to steel themselves and swarm forward, attacking Yun Che.
And nearly half—especially the Seven Star Divine Mansion disciples—turned and fled just like the two sect masters.
Yun Che glanced at the directions Zuo Hanshuo and Mu Yichan had fled, but did not immediately give chase. Instead, his figure flickered, shifting to over a hundred zhang above, and a blue light poured down from the sky.
Crack crack crack crack crack crack...
The blue light spread with the sound of ice condensation, instantly freezing over a dozen li. When the ice condensation sound stopped, the entire world suddenly fell silent. All shouts disappeared completely.
The forty Emperor Lords and several hundred disciples of the three great sects, except for Zuo Hanshuo and Mu Yichan who had escaped, were all frozen solid in thick layers of ice.
The excessively strange sound made Zuo Hanshuo and Mu Yichan, who were desperately fleeing, look back instinctively. The scene they saw made their souls flee in terror. But as their eyes swept around, they did not see Yun Che's figure.
Zuo Hanshuo grew increasingly uneasy. He gritted his teeth fiercely, pushing his speed to near its limit. When he turned his head back, he suddenly saw Yun Che standing quietly and silently in front of him.
This shock made Zuo Hanshuo's soul fly beyond the heavens. But at his full speed, he couldn't even brake, let alone escape. With no other way out, he roared in fear, thrust out both arms, desperately surged his profound energy, and rapidly condensed a blue-purple profound formation between his hands, smashing it directly at Yun Che's chest.
Though the formation in Zuo Hanshuo's hands was small, it was the top profound art known throughout the Cangyun Continent—the Zhetian Formation! It had the might to shake the heavens and split the earth. But Yun Che didn't even look at it. Expressionless, he punched Zuo Hanshuo straight in the chest.
Boom!!!!!
With a thunderous sound, Yun Che punched through the Zhetian Formation, which carried all of Zuo Hanshuo's power. The massive recoil shattered both of Zuo Hanshuo's arms. Yun Che's fist did not slow, slamming directly into Zuo Hanshuo's chest. Amid the roar, a flame burst out from Zuo Hanshuo's back.
"Nggh..." Zuo Hanshuo's eyes bulged outward. He had never dreamed in his life that the power that had made him invincible could be so easily crushed before someone.
In that instant, he completely lost all sensation of his profound veins.
"Who... exactly... are... you..."
Zuo Hanshuo forced out this question, his entire body like a balloon pierced by thousands of needle holes, just like Duan Heisha before, with all his profound energy wildly leaking out.
Again, Yun Che spared his life... though for a continental overlord, death would have been a release.
Yun Che flicked his arm, tossing Zuo Hanshuo dozens of li away, landing him right beside Duan Heisha. Then, with a flash of flame, he chased after Mu Yichan, who had fled in another direction.
During his frantic escape, Mu Yichan sensed the aura of Zuo Hanshuo releasing the Zhetian Formation behind him. He felt both fear and a slight relief, because he and Zuo Hanshuo had fled in opposite directions. If he went after Zuo Hanshuo, he wouldn't have a chance to catch up.
But in the very next instant, he suddenly felt the Zhetian Formation's aura vanish completely, and then even Zuo Hanshuo's aura rapidly weakened. Mu Yichan looked back instinctively, and to his horror, he saw Yun Che's figure less than ten li behind him.
"What... what!?"
Mu Yichan's body sank, his face instantly bloodless with shock. He wildly gathered energy and ran for his life. When he looked back again, he found Yun Che was less than three li behind him.
This time, Mu Yichan was so shocked that his gallbladder nearly burst. As a Ninth-level Emperor Lord at full speed, he was like standing still before Yun Che!
Knowing that continuing to flee was utterly pointless, Mu Yichan gritted his teeth, abruptly turned around, grabbed a seven-and-a-half-foot-long white crystal sword, and the surging sword intent released in an instant made the surrounding air violently contract.
If Xuanyuan Wentian was the number one swordsman of the Tian Xuan Continent, then Mu Yichan was the Sword Emperor of the Cangyun Continent. The [Jade White Dragon Emperor Sword] in his hand was the supreme sword of the Cangyun Continent. With profound energy infused, a light swing could stir up heaven-shaking dragon roars.
"Ahh! Feixian Sword Formation!"
The Jade White Dragon Emperor Sword danced gracefully in the air, a massive circular sword formation rapidly taking shape. Just as Mu Yichan completed three hundred and sixty continuous sword swings, with only the last six needed to finish the Feixian Sword Formation, Yun Che, who had been closing in from ahead, suddenly vanished.
Mu Yichan's sword also disappeared at the same time.
Mu Yichan was completely frozen, his mind blank. Not only could he not sense how Yun Che had vanished, but he also had no idea how the sword that was nearly fused with him—in his own hand—had disappeared.
It was as if it had been suddenly swallowed by the void.
"What a waste of time."
A cold voice came icily from behind him. As the voice fell, a force so vast it defied description slammed into his back.
Pfft!!
Mu Yichan bled from all seven orifices, his profound veins shattered, his consciousness scattered, and he tumbled down through the air.
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[Zuo Hanshuo + Duan Heisha + Mu Yichan]: On the Tian Xuan Continent, names like Huangji Wuyu, Xuanyuan Wentian, Qu Fengyi, and Ye Meixie all sound domineering, elegant, and unforgettable. Why are our names, as fellow continental overlords, like they were given by a stepmother!
[Xing]: Because those four are overlords of the main storyline, lasting hundreds of chapters, while you three are side-quest cannon fodder that can't survive three chapters! Those four names took a whole day and night to think up. You three were done in ten seconds with an instant name generator. What more do you want? ... I still don't even know what the character [Ying] is or how to read it. I have to copy-paste it every time, which is a real pain.
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