NOVGO.NET Chapter 2062 - 1850: How Will You Compensate? (Part 2)
Chapter 2062: Chapter 1850: How Will You Compensate? (Part 2)
The Sword Qi gave him an overwhelming feeling.
However, he wouldn’t just stand there waiting to die.
He circulated his True Qi, swinging his Nine-section Whip, advancing towards the Black Light Sword Qi.
Clang!
The Nine-section Whip broke inch by inch, swallowed up by the Black Light Sword Qi.
In the next instant, it turned to dust.
What!
Even a Magic Artifact was easily destroyed!
Immediately, everyone widened their eyes.
Even the SSS-level on the high platform couldn’t stay seated.
The broken sword in Song Yun’s hand was so powerful, it was unbelievable!
Is this still a Magic Artifact?
Perhaps this is no longer a Magic Artifact, but a weapon more advanced than a Magic Artifact.
The crowd had no time to think deeply, only seeing that Black Light Sword Qi crushing towards Shen Lingyun.
Shen Lingyun turned to escape, but it was already too late.
His body turned into a rain of blood, shredded into powder by the Black Light Sword Qi.
Bang boom.
The Black Light Sword Qi crashed into the mountain wall, finally coming to a stop.
A massive pit appeared on the mountain wall.
Shattered boulders flew everywhere, landing all over the place.
The scene was a complete mess.
Their eyes turned to Song Yun, filled with awe.
Looking at the blood-stained stage, people still couldn’t believe that Shen Lingyun, wielding a Magic Artifact, at the peak of SS-level, was reduced to such remains.
Suddenly, the broken Black Light Sword in Song Yun’s hand pointed to the high platform, shouting: "The Shen Family, nothing more. I told you, this is just the beginning!"
"The Shen Family, nothing more. I told you, this is just the beginning."
This time, Song Yun’s sword pointed at Shen Wenguang.
He was domineering, arrogant, directly provoking the mid-SSS-level Shen Family Patriarch.
But this time, no one thought he was arrogant.
In his early twenties, he was a half-step into SSS-level; possessing a miraculous movement technique manual and that broken sword in his hand.
Given time, even if he dominated the Hermit Realm, people felt it wasn’t impossible.
The audience was silent, not a sound could be heard.
People hadn’t yet recovered from the shock.
Dongfang Yun and Gu Zi looked at Song Yun with excitement, relief, thrill, and admiration.
Beauty is drawn to the strong.
But sitting beside Dongfang Yun, Lu Tiange was terrified, heart pounding.
He hadn’t expected Song Yun to be so powerful.
He was grateful Song Yun let him go, or else his fate wouldn’t be much better than Shen Lingyun’s.
Yet, his jealousy and hatred towards Song Yun grew stronger.
Why did all the benefits go to him?
Why did all the women love him?
Why wasn’t that broken sword his?
If before Lu Tiange was perverse, now his mind was gradually being consumed by darkness.
"Son!"
A sorrowful, angry voice came from the high platform.
In a whoosh.
An old figure appeared on the stage, it was Shen Wenguang.
He looked down at the blood spread across the stage, wanting to gather his younger son’s bones, but couldn’t start.
His gaze shifted to Song Yun.
A monstrous killing intent emanated from him.
A violent aura erupted.
Song Yun, in the core of it, felt immense pressure.
In truly facing SSS-level, he realized the gap between him and them was not small.
The next second, Shen Wenguang moved.
His figure flickered, and Song Yun only felt a gust of wind with intense killing intent rushing at him.
He couldn’t care about anything else; he slashed forward with the broken Black Light Sword.
However, before he could swing the blade.
His hand was firmly gripped by someone.
The immense force was overwhelming, leaving him unable to move his arm at all.
"Too strong!"
He looked at Shen Wenguang before him, a look of horror in his eyes.
With a swoosh, the broken Black Light Sword in his hand was seized by Shen Wenguang.
"Die!"
Shen Wenguang shouted furiously, striking a palm toward his chest.
Instantly, a palm shadow condensed with True Qi appeared between Shen Wenguang’s hands, and the violent True Energy wave tore Song Yun’s clothes apart.
Before the palm even fell, Song Yun felt his Qi-Blood stagnate, and his entire chest was compressed by an invisible force, making it hard to breathe.
The mid-stage SSS level was too powerful, beyond his ability to resist.
Song Yun had no doubt that if this palm landed, he would be smashed into a pulp.
Seeing Shen Wenguang about to strike Song Yun, the faces of everyone changed dramatically.
Could it be that Song Yun, who just showed his power and potential, was about to be killed by Shen Wenguang on the spot?
At this moment, a figure appeared three meters away beside Song Yun.
Everyone looked closely, but it was an unfamiliar old man.
The old man wore gray clothes, exuding an aura of etherealness and decisiveness.
He struck a palm toward Shen Wenguang, and a palm shadow condensed with True Qi burst out.
This palm shadow, though not as formidable as Shen Wenguang’s, was faster and arrived first.
Clearly, the old man did this deliberately.
Only then could he block Shen Wenguang’s palm aimed at Song Yun.
Bang-boom.
A loud explosion, as two palm shadows collided in front of Song Yun.
The old man struck hastily, although he blocked Shen Wenguang’s palm shadow, he could only reduce its strength by seventy to eighty percent.
The fragmented palm shadow struck Song Yun’s chest.
Even with little power left, Song Yun was sent flying back, spewing blood from his mouth.
Crash.
He slammed heavily against the mountain wall, experiencing intense pain, and his head felt dizzy.
"This old bastard, he’s so strong!"
Song Yun cursed inwardly, forcing himself to leverage the mountain wall to leap down onto the ground.
Upon touching the ground, his body shook, stumbling, almost falling.
Dongfang Yun and Gu Zi quickly ran over, supporting him on each side.
Song Yun only felt a faint feminine fragrance from beside him, as if in a brothel, feeling quite relaxed.
But he couldn’t afford to relax, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
The palm from Shen Wenguang that was weakened still managed to severely injure him, damaging his internal organs and breaking bones.
"Are you okay?"
"Are you alright?"
Seeing Song Yun vomit blood again, the two women quickly asked with concern, faces full of worry.
Lin Jun also rushed over wanting to support Song Yun, but seeing the two women beside him, he was at a loss.
He took out a Healing Pill from the Lin Family and fed it to Song Yun.
"Song Yun, die!"
A roar echoed, Shen Wenguang still hadn’t given up on killing Song Yun.
He moved, charging toward Song Yun.
"Shen Wenguang, stop!"
The old man in gray clothes coldly shouted, appearing in front of Song Yun with a swoosh, protecting Song Yun behind him.
Seeing this, Shen Wenguang stopped, seemingly unwilling to fight the old man.
However, Shen Lingyun was Shen Wenguang’s most beloved and promising son, now dead at Song Yun’s hands; he was already extremely furious.
He squinted his eyes slightly, said in a deep voice: "Yaksha, your disciple killed my son, I want him to pay with his life!"
What, Yaksha!
The previously clueless crowd suddenly showed expressions of surprise.
The old man before them was the genius Yaksha from back then.
Now, after so many years, inadvertently, he was already so old that hardly anyone could recognize him.
And hearing from Shen Wenguang’s words, it turned out Song Yun was Yaksha’s disciple; no wonder he was so formidable.
The old man looked at the furious Shen Wenguang, eyes cold, casually said: "Whoever touches Song Yun, I kill them!"
His demeanor was indifferent, yet his words were extremely domineering.
This disposition, similar to Song Yun’s, indeed showed they were master and disciple.
Shen Wenguang tightly held the broken Black Light Sword snatched from Song Yun, coldly shouted: "Yaksha, you’re going too far, do you really want my son to die in vain?"
The old man flicked his sleeve, repeating: "Whoever touches Song Yun, I kill them!"
At that moment, everyone felt the old man was truly domineering!
"Old man, you’re awesome!"
Song Yun stood behind the old man, grinning and shouting, looking very excited, not caring about his injuries at all.
It was his first time seeing the old man strike, leaving aside his strength.
The old man’s demeanor, contrasting his usual lazy manner, was like two different personas.
The commanding and arrogant aura was indeed impressive.
But just after Song Yun praised the old man, he vomited several mouthfuls of blood.
His injuries were too severe!
Seeing this, the old man couldn’t help but frown slightly, saying to Shen Wenguang: "You injured my disciple, now tell me how you plan to compensate."