Chapter 693 - 693: I Won't Spare You

Chu Qingyun's move completely baffled both Tu Guang and Dong Yiran.

If the Iron Wire Ten-Star Vine Martial Soul were to be shattered, Chu Qingyun would be like a man with a broken arm. It would be far more difficult for him to defend against Dong Yiran's attempts to pin him down.

But the next second, when he saw Chu Qingyun raise his longsword high, Tu Guang instantly understood.

'Chu Qingyun is going after Dong Yiran!'

"Dong Yiran, watch out! Get back!"

Tu Guang roared.

"Too late to retreat now!"

"Thunder Sword Intent!"

The moment the vines lashed out, Chu Qingyun had already raised his longsword.

Now, he swung his sword, unleashing his Thunder Sword Intent. It condensed into a two-hundred-meter-long Thunder Giant Sword that hurtled toward Dong Yiran with an incomparably berserk aura!

As for Dong Yiran, he was still following the previous rhythm of the battle, in the middle of casting a Soul Technique to disrupt Chu Qingyun's tempo.

He never expected Chu Qingyun to change his tactics.

He was using the Iron Wire Ten-Star Vine Martial Soul to deal with Tu Guang, and the Thunder Sword Intent to deal with him!

Tu Guang's roar came at nearly the same instant as the Thunder Giant Sword. The colossal blade fell from the sky, leaving Dong Yiran no chance to dodge.

"Damn it, you cunning brat!"

"Red Flame Fire Bomb!"

Dong Yiran gritted his teeth and unleashed his Soul Technique, firing it at the Thunder Giant Sword.

He then pushed the Primordial Power in his body to its absolute limit, summoning a massive amount of Heaven and Earth Primordial Power in front of him in an attempt to defend himself.

However, a Tier Three Soul Technique stood no chance against the Thunder Sword Intent.

The hundred-meter-wide fireball was instantly crushed to pieces.

Dong Yiran's Primordial Power defense held for only a moment against the Thunder Giant Sword before it shattered violently. He himself was completely engulfed by the strike.

After the giant sword crashed down, the power of the Sword Intent and Thunder erupted. The several-hundred-meter area around Dong Yiran was instantly filled with raging electricity.

"Dong Yiran!"

"Chu Qingyun, you'll die for this!"

Seeing Dong Yiran take a direct hit from the Sword Intent, Tu Guang's eyes went wide. He let out another furious roar, pushing the Primordial Power in his body to its absolute limit. The giant hand of Primordial Power in the air swelled in size before slamming down viciously toward Chu Qingyun.

Although he had attacked first, the Thunder Giant Sword was slightly faster than his Primordial Power.

'Hold it back!'

Chu Qingyun commanded inwardly, pouring the last of the Primordial Power from his meridians into the Martial Soul Illusion.

'Even if Dong Yiran doesn't die from that strike, he'll be crippled.'

'Therefore, as long as the Iron Wire Ten-Star Vine can block Tu Guang's attack, this victory is mine!'

CRACK!

Countless vines exploded and shattered under the impact of the giant Primordial Power hand, sending fragments flying everywhere. In the blink of an eye, nearly half of the massive vine shield had been obliterated.

The giant hand of Primordial Power descended with overwhelming momentum, crushing everything beneath it.

The vines of the Iron Wire Ten-Star Vine gave way, continuously being smashed to pieces.

Chu Qingyun was only a Level One Martial King. It was an incredibly difficult feat to use the Iron Wire Ten-Star Vine Martial Soul to defend against a Level Four Martial King's rage-fueled attack.

Furthermore, unleashing both his Martial Soul and Sword Intent at the same time had created a momentary void in the Primordial Power within his meridians.

This void was brief, as the Primordial Power from his Primordial Pill could quickly replenish it.

But in the heat of a fierce battle, such a void was potentially fatal.

Without a fresh supply of Primordial Power, once most of the vines were destroyed, the Iron Wire Ten-Star Vine finally couldn't hold on. It shattered in an instant, along with the Martial Soul Illusion.

With the vines gone, Chu Qingyun had to face the giant hand of Primordial Power head-on.

"Blood Flame!"

Chu Qingyun gritted his teeth. Using the small amount of Primordial Power he had just recovered, he pushed the Ten Thousand Spirits Saint Body Secret Technique to its limit, and a faint Blood Aura began to rise from his entire body.

BOOM!

The giant hand of Primordial Power slammed down like a mountain and burst apart.

Terrifying Primordial Power swept across a nearly thousand-meter radius. All the vegetation and rocks were pulverized, and the ground across the entire area sank noticeably.

The once-fierce battlefield suddenly fell silent.

The lightning from the Thunder Sword Intent was already beginning to dissipate.

Tu Guang sensed a faint Qi still lingering there.

'Dong Yiran's not dead yet!'

A look of joy flashed across Tu Guang's face, but when he turned to look, it instantly transformed into endless fury.

Dong Yiran lay on the ground, his entire body like a piece of burnt charcoal.

Although he wasn't dead yet—his chest still rose and fell faintly—he was so injured he couldn't even move a finger. He didn't even have the strength to cough up blood.

'Being beaten into this state... he might as well be dead!'

With injuries this severe, not even a veteran King-rank Alchemist could hope to save him!

"Chu Qingyun, you little bastard! I'll kill you...!"

Another one of his brothers had fallen to Chu Qingyun. Tu Guang roared in fury, his eyes looking as if they would split open from the strain.

But just then, a cold sneer echoed from within the rapidly dissipating Primordial Power. "Kill me? Tu Guang, you think you can do that all by yourself?"

Hearing that voice, Tu Guang's roar died in his throat as if he were being strangled.

He whipped his head around to stare at Chu Qingyun in utter disbelief. "You... How is this possible? It can't be!"

For a mere Level One Martial King to withstand a full-power Primordial Power attack from a Level Four Martial King with his physical body alone... it was simply unimaginable!

"You little bastard, you must be faking it!"

"Die!"

Consumed by rage, Tu Guang erupted with a massive amount of Primordial Power that enveloped him in an aura nearly a hundred meters high. He charged at Chu Qingyun, gripped the hilt of his saber with both hands, and swung it down in a furious slash.

"Thunder Sword Intent!"

But Chu Qingyun remained unhurried, unleashing his Thunder Sword Intent once more.

The Thunder Giant Sword once again tore through Tu Guang's Primordial Power and Sword Qi, forcing him to scramble in defense. He cut a sorry figure as he barely managed to block the attack.

And at that moment, Tu Guang finally understood.

They had lost.

A Level Two Martial King, a Level Three Martial King, and a Level Four Martial King had joined forces against Chu Qingyun. The result was two dead and one wounded—a complete and utter rout.

It was a blow that Tu Guang found almost impossible to accept.

However, he had been a Gang Leader for decades, ruling over an entire city. His mental fortitude was far greater than an ordinary person's.

Accepting the reality of the situation, he moved his fingers slightly, retrieved a small packet of powder from his Storage Ring, and hid it between his fingers.

"Just you wait, Chu Qingyun! I'll never let you get away with this!"

After shouting his threat, Tu Guang flung a blast of Primordial Power at Chu Qingyun as he himself turned and fled without looking back.

He couldn't even spare a thought for Dong Yiran, who was not yet dead.