Chapter 394 - 400: Teaching the Canglan Sect a Lesson

That disciple was sent flying by the spell, crashing to the ground and coughing up blood uncontrollably.

He looked up in terror just in time to see two disciples from the Canglan Sect charging him.

With a flash of cold steel, he desperately fought back, only to be sent flying once more.

He wasn’t the only one. The others were also in dire straits; only Yue Lin was faring slightly better!

Cries of pain rang out intermittently. In a matter of minutes, the disciples of the Ancient Cold Sect had all fallen.

Every one of them was injured and covered in wounds; they were in terrible shape.

Yue Lin’s heart sank. He fought back while trying to save the other disciples, but Song Lan Tian pressed her attack relentlessly. Seizing the moment his attention was divided, she thrust her sword toward his heart.

The immense power made the surrounding air crackle with explosive pops, and countless vortexes caused the air to churn violently.

SHLICK—

The blade pierced flesh.

Luckily, Yue Lin dodged aside at the last second, so the tip of the sword only grazed his heart as it plunged into him.

"Hahaha—"

Song Lan Tian let out a loud laugh and rammed her longsword forward, running him completely through.

Nearly half the blade protruded from his back.

GACK—

Though wounded, Yue Lin unleashed a burst of Spiritual Power, blasting the longsword out of his body. The effort, however, caused him to spit up several more mouthfuls of blood, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

He dropped to one knee, but his gaze was more ferocious than ever as he lunged at Song Lan Tian again.

This time, however, a dozen or so cultivators swarmed and attacked him all at once.

Yue Lin gritted his teeth and fought back, but fighting one against ten was too much. Worse, Song Lan Tian, who was his equal in strength, was still there. He had no chance of winning.

Finally, Yue Lin too was overcome.

All five disciples of the Ancient Cold Sect now lay on the ground, glaring with hatred at the crowd from the Canglan Sect.

"Still not convinced?"

A sarcastic sneer played on Song Lan Tian’s lips as she walked up to Yue Lin and slapped him hard across the face.

"You really think you’re all that? I only lost to you at the tournament because I couldn’t be bothered to try."

"Now you should know who’s really stronger, right?"

She had held a grudge ever since Yue Lin knocked her off the fighting stage at the last tournament.

He had then put on a show of apologizing to her, which was clearly just him using her as a stepping stone to climb higher.

Now that she finally had a chance for revenge, she wasn’t about to let him off easy.

A bright red handprint quickly appeared on Yue Lin’s cheek.

He glared fiercely at Song Lan Tian and suddenly spat at her.

"You’re nothing but a despicable coward who relies on your family’s protection."

’Song Lan Tian always uses her family’s status to act like a tyrant. These disciples are just her lackeys—not a good one in the bunch!’

’Now that I’ve lost, the worst that can happen is death. It’s just a shame about the other disciples; they’ve been dragged into a disaster that has nothing to do with them.’

’If I’d known this would happen, I never would have sent the signal for help. That way, at least one less person would have been dragged into this.’

His gaze hardened, and in the next instant, he sent a telepathic message to the other disciples.

"This is a personal matter between me and Song Lan Tian; you shouldn’t be involved. I’m going to self-detonate to hold them off. You all need to escape first!"

"If you get the chance, avenge me in the future! Otherwise, none of us will leave this place today, and the world will never know of their evil deeds!"

Worried the disciples would insist on staying, Yue Lin’s tone grew heavier.

"Once you get out, you must tell Elder Liu!"

Only this would give the disciples a reason to leave with a clear conscience.

’There was no need for them to throw away their lives for him.’

The disciples’ eyes reddened at his words, but none of them refused.

They all knew the people from the Canglan Sect intended to kill them. Every single person who could escape would be a small victory.

As they finalized their plan, Song Lan Tian had had enough of her disciples’ fawning.

’Just as everyone said,’ she thought, ’Yue Lin is no match for me!’

"Yue Lin, you have only yourself to blame for being so stupid..."

She sneered and gave a signal with her eyes, and her followers charged Yue Lin all at once.

Yue Lin’s gaze was resolute, without a trace of fear.

Just as he prepared to self-detonate, he suddenly saw a figure flash by like a streak of light.

BOOM—

With a thunderous crash, Song Lan Tian was sent flying, every one of her ribs broken.

Before anyone could react, Song Wanning strode forward. A halo of light suddenly radiated outward. Several disciples felt dazed for a moment, and in the next instant, an immense force slammed into them.

BANG—

Several of them were sent flying. Some were knocked out cold, collapsing to the ground unconscious.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Only four of the Canglan Sect’s disciples were left standing.

"You—you—"

They recognized Song Wanning, and their hearts trembled.

Even if it was a sneak attack, for one person to fell so many opponents simultaneously was proof enough that her power was far beyond theirs.

Song Lan Tian also recognized Song Wanning. She pointed a finger at her, the muscles in her cheek twitching nonstop, whether from pain or anger, it was impossible to tell.

"Fine... Just fine..."

She was so furious that the Ancient Cold Sect would actually resort to a sneak attack that her vision began to blacken.

"Your Ancient Cold Sect... resorting to sneak attacks. Fine..."

Even then, she failed to realize the gravity of the situation, putting on a haughty air as she tried to lecture Song Wanning.

Song Wanning, however, paid her no mind. She simply stood silently in front of Yue Lin and the others, her longsword humming, broadcasting the cold killing intent in her heart.

"You ganged up on the few with your superior numbers, and you dare lecture others about sneak attacks?"

The corners of her mouth lifted in a mocking, humorless smile as she looked at Song Lan Tian.

’Since I’ve chosen to join the Ancient Cold Sect, I must keep climbing the ranks,’ she thought. ’It’s for my own benefit, and it will allow me to look out for the Song Family disciples in the future.’

’Therefore, steadily improving my status is crucial.’

’And this is just such an opportunity.’

A dark light flashed in Song Wanning’s eyes as she turned her head to look at Yue Lin.

"How do you want to handle them?"

With that simple question, she placed the decision in Yue Lin’s hands.

Yue Lin snapped out of his shock, and the way he looked at Song Wanning had already quietly changed.

He hadn’t expected Song Wanning to come to their aid.

"Leave none of them alive."

"I’ll do it!"

He didn’t want to drag Song Wanning into this, and he mentally noted the great debt he now owed her.

’Song Lan Tian is a highly valued disciple of the Canglan Sect, and with her family background... even if they weren’t found out, he didn’t want Song Wanning to be implicated.’

"Good!"

Song Wanning gave Yue Lin a satisfied glance. ’He’s a sensible one,’ she thought.

’If he dared to scheme against her, she wouldn’t mind getting rid of a fellow sect member along with the rest.’

She turned her head and looked at the Canglan Sect disciples.

"You all heard him," she said. "He wants none of you left alive."

Song Wanning broke into a radiant smile, and in the next instant, her longsword swung out.

Even though there were four of them, they were no match for Song Wanning. With the help of the Golden Small Sword, it only took a few exchanges before all four were on the ground.

The tide of battle had turned so quickly that everyone was left stunned.

The disciples from the Ancient Cold Sect, especially, felt like they were in a dream.

"You—what do you think you’re doing? If you dare to kill me, my mother and father—they’ll never let you go!"