As a man, how could I always be suppressed by a woman? One day, I will show her the vigor of men!
Ye Yun's resolve grew stronger, but he did not forget the pressing matter at hand.
Gazing once more at the distant Holy Lord Qian Yuan, Ye Yun's inner Xuan Qi surged, the torrential pressure of the peak of Dao Building sweeping in all directions.
"Now that the puppet is gone, what other tricks do you have to stall!"
Ye Yun snorted coldly, stomped his foot fiercely, and his sword shot out like a rainbow, like a meteor, striking towards Qian Yuan.
After witnessing Xing Wu's marvelous methods just now, Qian Yuan had already fallen into complete fear. After all, the masked woman might be a Heavenly Realm expert, and he immediately harbored thoughts of retreat.
"No, no... I need to find a way to escape quickly!"
But before he could even think of a plan, Ye Yun had already attacked with his sword. The sharp sword moves, like a swift wind, rapidly approached. Qian Yuan couldn't afford to worry about anything else and had to summon his short saber to meet the attack.
"I can't beat you, but can't I still teach you a lesson?!"
Qian Yuan snorted coldly, intending to suppress Ye Yun first before finding a way to escape.
However, the moment their saber and sword met, Qian Yuan knew he was wrong, incredibly wrong!
After several clashes between saber and sword, Ye Yun displayed his heaven-defying swordsmanship. Within a single encounter, he had suppressed Qian Yuan, forcing him to constantly defend against the sword light Ye Yun unleashed.
"What the hell is this guy?"
Qian Yuan's expression darkened. How could an ant from this lower realm possess such formidable swordsmanship?
As he was in shock, Ye Yun seized an opportunity in an instant, letting out a light shout.
"Moonlit Dance!"
As one of the moves of the Divine Moon Sword Art, amplified by the icy aura of the Ice Phoenix bloodline.
The radiance of the bright moon suddenly bloomed, dancing wantonly before Ye Yun, transforming into several alluring arcs of sword light that struck him simultaneously.
"Immortal-grade Sword Art???"
This move, "Moonlit Dance," made Qian Yuan's expression change drastically. He immediately recognized its extraordinary nature and, without hesitation, fully unleashed his movement technique to dodge.
Qian Yuan's figure flickered several times, attempting to evade the arcs of sword light, but he was still grazed on the shoulder by one of them. While the injury itself was not fatal, the Ice Phoenix's cold energy contained within it suddenly erupted.
In an instant, his injured shoulder was filled with icy coldness. Looking down, he saw that frost had formed on the wound, spreading towards his entire body.
This left Qian Yuan utterly shocked. He clutched his shoulder, staring at Ye Yun in disbelief, and shouted sternly.
"This cold energy... is it the Ice Phoenix bloodline?!"
"Who are you! What is your relation to the Heavenly Phoenix Empress of Heavenly Realm's Chaofeng Mountain?"
Although he was not particularly strong in the Heavenly Realm, he was well-traveled. He had encountered this unique Ice Phoenix bloodline once before and would never mistake it!
With Ye Yun wielding an Immortal-grade Sword Art and possessing the Ice Phoenix bloodline, his swordsmanship skill even surpassed many sword cultivators in the Heavenly Realm. He couldn't believe Ye Yun had no connection to the Heavenly Phoenix Empress!
Ye Yun, unaware of what Qian Yuan was referring to, did not directly deny it. He sneered and said.
"Who knows? Perhaps you'll understand after you die!"
Ye Yun gave him no further opportunity and immediately attacked again with lightning speed. Although his cultivation time was not long, with the aid of his Immortal-grade comprehension, the Divine Moon Sword Art had become infinitely varied in his hands.
One move after another relentlessly pressed Qian Yuan down, preventing him from even lifting his head. Within a few exchanges, he had sustained several sword wounds, and the cold energy invading his body grew more severe.
On the other hand, Qian Yuan could no longer endure. Seeing how formidable Ye Yun was, he knew that if this continued, he would soon be defeated.
He glanced at the palace behind him, gritted his teeth, and roared.
"I don't care anymore! Nine Palaces Demon Refining! Open!"
Although the Nine Palaces Demon Refining Array was not yet complete and nowhere near elevating him to the Saint realm, he couldn't afford to worry about anything else at this point!
Black and red beams of light, accompanied by the scent of blood, shot up into the sky from the palace, stirring up suppressive and powerful Xuan Qi fluctuations.
Like a dreamlike scroll painted with blood, waves of bloody light swirled down from the sky, rapidly converging towards Qian Yuan.
In an instant, his cultivation broke through the bottleneck of peak Dao Building, and an supreme pressure descended upon this world.
"Kid, you're ruthless this time, forcing this lord to this point!"
Qian Yuan, shrouded in blood energy, looked at Ye Yun with icy eyes, emanating a potent murderous aura.
Especially the terrifying pressure that surpassed the peak of Dao Building, causing Yu Ruofeng and Lan Aotian's expressions to change slightly. They spoke in disbelief.
"This aura... is it approaching the Half-Saint level?"
In this era where Saints were all extinct, wouldn't being a Half-Saint be tantamount to being invincible?
Lan Aotian frowned and looked at Xing Wu, unable to help but say, "I say, that guy has transformed into a Half-Saint, are you still not going to attack with Elder Ye?"
Unfortunately, Xing Wu had no intention of intervening. She leisurely swayed on her swing and said.
"Why should I? If he can't even defeat a mere Half-Saint, then he's not worthy of my attention."
This was indeed the truth. As the man she had her eyes on, if he couldn't even achieve such an ability to fight beyond his level, then she would have to find someone else.
Lan Aotian was momentarily speechless, wondering if this woman had such great confidence in Ye Yun?
At this moment, Ye Yun looked at Qian Yuan, whose strength had surged, and raised an eyebrow.
"That's more like it. A dignified Heavenly Realm cultivator, now you're finally a little interesting..."
Hearing this, Qian Yuan glared at him and snorted, "Arrogant kid, next, I will let you know what true 'interesting' is!"
He erupted forward, his speed multiplying several times compared to before. In an instant, he was in front of Ye Yun, and then a black blade that seemed capable of crushing everything swung down.
With a deafening bang, Ye Yun managed to block it in time, but the mountain-like pressure from the saber hilt still sent him flying back dozens of meters.
"This is Half-Saint... not bad, really not bad."
Ye Yun praised him with a look, then took a deep breath and said with a smile.
"Since that's the case, I should get serious too and show some real skill."
Qian Yuan sneered, "Real skill? I'd like to see what means you have to fight against my Half-Saint cultivation!"
But as soon as his words fell, Ye Yun's lips curved slightly, and he let out a light shout.
"Immortal God Transformation!"
This Immortal-grade divine ability had two different release methods. One was the Xuan God Transformation, which consumed less energy and was suitable for regular use, with a relatively lower increase in power.
The other was the Immortal God Transformation, which relentlessly overdrafted one's potential and was used for desperate life-or-death battles, truly multiplying one's strength!
The method he was currently using was the Xuan God Transformation. His peak Dao Building pressure instantly began to soar, actually breaking through to the Half-Saint realm.
The pressure of a Half-Saint stunned Yu Ruofeng and Lan Aotian.
"This kid, after all this, he still had such a trump card hidden?"
Qian Yuan opposite him was also shocked, looking at him in disbelief.
"This... this is an Immortal-grade divine ability!"
But it was clear that Ye Yun was not done yet, seemingly determined to scare him to death.
Ye Yun slowly raised his hand. Since he had decided to resolve the situation forcefully, he might as well stop holding back. The Fenglan Sword in his palm, enveloped by the sword intent of an Immortal, emitted a power that seemed capable of sweeping across heaven and earth.
This astonishing scene left Qian Yuan's face with nothing but shock.
"Impossible! How could this be! In this lower realm, how could you have comprehended the primal sword intent!"