401 Rolling Compaction! Who Does the Sun Family Think Themselves to Be?

"Pfff!"

Priest Wuchen spat out blood. The impact of Ling Yun's fist had caused his shriveled body to stumble several steps forward, and he only managed to steady himself after much difficulty!

The Tiangang Demon Fist was unsurpassed in power and might!

This was besides the point—the main focus was Ling Yun's strength! He could single-handedly lift a bronze cauldron weighing over one thousand kilograms and dance around with it. Given that he had summoned all his might into the blow, one could imagine what the force was like!

"Ah!" Priest Wuchen had sustained multiple injuries and turned deathly pale. Steadying himself, he turned to look at his left shoulder and gasped in shock!

Ling Yun's fist had landed squarely on Priest Wuchen's shoulder blade. The brute force of the blow had shattered his left shoulder with all its bones, connecting tissues, and blood vessels. It hung limply like torn cotton and would be more aptly described as a pulpy mush of flesh and blood!

Priest Wuchen had shrieked in shock, not due to the pain!

Ling Yun's blow had utterly destroyed his left shoulder!

With regard to this type of injury, even Ling Yun's Level Four Healing Talismans wouldn't be able to treat it instantly. The Healing Talismans were capable of treating external injuries caused by weapons, but one cannot make bricks without straw, right?

F*ck, no wonder even my sword was catapulted when he knocked into it. How can his fist be so ruthless?

Dugu Mo was bewildered at the effect of Ling Yun's punch. At that moment, he had even forgotten to search for his sword, which had been hurled away.

This guy… doesn't cherish his life while fighting… Cui Lao secretly marveled at it and drew a breath of cool air!

Ling Yun's long-standing strategy was always to hit one who was down on his luck. He had gained the upper hand and wasn't intending to show mercy. Twisting his body, he used his Dragon Fish Phantom Ability to dart towards Priest Wuchen, who was gravely wounded!

"Amitabha, this master kills someone with each move he makes, isn't this too cruel?" When Master Xingchi saw that Priest Wuchen had been beaten until he was half-paralyzed, his huge body dashed to block Ling Yun's path!

"Old baldy, do you think this is a martial arts training session?" Ling Yun snorted in contempt and went ahead. Lifting the Devil's Blade in his right hand, he stirred up a swift and chilling Yin Qi and slashed at Master Xingchi!

"Chopping The Firewood Technique!"

With Ling Yun lifting his blade and slashing at the target ahead, what else could it be if the opponent wasn't deemed to be firewood?

"Hahaha!" After hearing Ling Yun shouting out the name of the blade technique, Dugu Mo burst out in spontaneous laughter.

Master Xingchi was afraid to confront Ling Yun. Turning his body slightly to the left, he quickly raised his hands and tapped his ten fingers in mid-air!

It was one of the seventy-two techniques that were unique to the Shaolin Sect—the Duoluo Leaf Fingers!

Master Xingchi's fingers were seen tapping successively and resembled the blooming of a pineapple flower. All of his finger-taps landed on the blade that was descending rapidly!

A rhythmic clanging was heard, and Ling Yun's blade deviated slightly from the tapping!

"Your finger technique is quite good!" Ling Yun gushed in unreserved praise. Brandishing his blade, he gently flipped his wrist before delivering a horizontal blow on Master Xingchi!

"Such a swift blade!" Master Xingchi bellowed. His Xiantian True Qi formed a cover of protection over his entire body, and his monastic robes were fluttering in the windless landscape. His huge body rose into the air!

Master Xingchi was afraid to use the Iron Bridge technique, mainly because it would render him vulnerable in the event that Ling Yun changed his tactic mid-way and used his blade to slice him!

Ling Yun had definitely gained the upper hand in this battle. He didn't even require any arm strength to lift the forty-kilogram Devil's Blade, and he was wielding it as though it were a pair of chopsticks. With the slightest movement of his wrist, the blade move changed abruptly. Coupled with his lightning pace, there was absolutely no way that someone could put up a defense!

"Haha, let me see how you'd be able to hide!" With a flip of his wrist, the black edge of the Devil's Blade pointed upwards, and he employed the "Looking Back at the Moon" tactic!

The jet-black knife-edge brought about a shrill whistle and dropped a black curtain in several frames as it pursued Master Xingchi. It split straight into the sky!

"Senior, take the stick!" As Master Xingchi was in mid-air, he had no place to hide. However, Sun Tianbiao was already prepared on the sidelines. Picking up a severed portion of the Zen stick from the ground, he tossed it over to Master Xingchi!

Master Xingchi received the broken Zen stick, and the Shaolin True Qi infused into his body. He then summoned a mighty force in his hands and yelled while smashing at the Devil's Blade in Ling Yun's hand!

There was nothing he could do except to smash at it. The blade was seriously sharp, and an ordinary weapon could be sliced in half with it like tofu.

"Clang!" The blade and stick clashed!

Ling Yun's blade movements were slowed down by the powerful blow from the stick. Leveraging on the momentum from the clash, Master Xingchi leaped about twenty-five meters sideways and landed on the ground.

"Cool!" Ling Yun was genuinely delighted. Instead of pursuing his target, Ling Yun withdrew in flight and landed beside Dugu Mo and Cui Lao.

"I say, surely the both of you can't be here just to watch a show, right? Why didn't you make use of such a good opportunity to beat them both up?"

Ling Yun rolled his eyes when he saw Cui Lao and Dugu Mo standing motionless at their original spot.

Dugu Mo laughed as he gave a shameless reply. "Didn't you say that you wanted to beat them up to your heart's content? We were obliging you with regard to that!"

After the confrontation and rapid action, Sun Tianbiao had sustained two sword-inflicted wounds, while Priest Wuchen had been injured by a blade and a punch. They were virtually left half-paralyzed, and only Master Xingchi was still in one piece with a broken Zen stick.

As he had already gained the upper hand, there was no need for Ling Yun to be as anxious as he had been at the start of the battle.

By this time, the three Xiantian experts were gathered at Sun Tianbiao's side. Pale-faced, Priest Wuchen took out a talisman for healing and crushed it on his tattered left shoulder. Sun Tianbiao quickly helped him to stop the bleeding and bandage his wounds.

"Quickly treat it! We'll resume the fight after you've been healed!" Ling Yun chortled and gave Sun Tianbiao's gang ample time to lick their wounds. He wasn't the least bit afraid that they would be able to escape his clutches!

In his mind, Ling Yun replayed the scene of Master Xingchi's Duoluo Leaf Finger technique and secretly learned it.

Sun Tianbiao endured the pain from his own two wounds and hastily treated Priest Wuchen's injuries. At the same time, he had somewhat managed to recover and turned to look at Ling Yun.

"The three of you are splattered with blood, could it be that…?"

Ling Yun chuckled. "You need not guess anymore. Your villa in the western suburbs has been utterly destroyed by us, and I've come to take your worthless life!"

"What!"

Sun Tianbiao staggered violently as his face flushed and grew pale. He was infuriated and had only managed to steady himself after reeling three steps backwards!

There was a reason for Sun Tianbiao to worry over the matter. If what Ling Yun said was true, then it was a devastating blow to the Sun Family that would certainly jeopardize the status that they held as one of the seven prominent families in Beijing!

"There were tens of experts from seven to eight sects, and you actually…" Sun Tianbiao was irate and pointed a trembling finger at Ling Yun while his lips quivered.

As Sun Tianbiao scrutinized Ling Yun's physique and his mannerisms, it dawned upon him that he was a familiar figure.

"You're not from the Assassins Organization! You're… you're…"

Ling Yun shook his head and sighed in resignation. "This is such a failed attempt. You've guessed correctly once again. It was really difficult to keep up with this pretense!"

After he had spoken, Ling Yun tore the mask from his face and revealed a confident smile coupled with a harmless look.

"Ling Yun!" Sun Tianbiao gasped.

"What an evil creature!" Master Xingchi yelled when he saw Ling Yun's face.

Ling Yun chortled. "Don't use that tactic on me. If you want to fight, then do so. After killing you guys, I still have to rush home to sleep and attend classes tomorrow!"

He brandished the Devil's Blade in his hand and smiled faintly. "Who's first? To be honest, my blade will be seeking to finish someone off this time!"

After undergoing the previous round of combat, Ling Yun had already tested out his opponents' capabilities and reckoned that he would be able to single-handedly eliminate the three Xiantian experts!

His Devil's Blade had already drunk plenty of blood that night. Although it was darker than coal, there was a sinister sliver of crimson coursing through the sword—it looked captivating!

"Be careful… the black blade in his hand is believed to be the legendary Devil's Underworld Essence Blade!" Priest Wuchen stared at Ling Yun's blade for a long while before exclaiming in shock.

"It's not 'believed to be', it's certainly true." Ling Yun laughed casually. Gazing fondly at his blade, he indulged himself in appreciating it and helped to supplement Priest Wuchen's words.

Ling Yun had long dismissed the three of them as skeletons. Having slaughtered numerous experts, there was no way that he would show compassion all of a sudden and pardon the three most important figures. It didn't matter to Ling Yun even if they had managed to identify the blade.

Ling Yun was planning to use his Devil's Blade more frequently in the future instead of hiding it out of fear.

His philosophy had always been to put good things to use. If he kept hiding them instead, wouldn't that be akin to allowing a shiny pearl to collect dust?

He wanted to forge his own world with the Devil's Blade and Dragon Vein Sword!

"What an evil creature. You're from the Devil Sect — no wonder you're so tough, arrogant, and ruthless!"

Master Xingchi was irate and took a huge step forward. He stepped onto a stone slab, which made a loud noise.

"I'm from the Devil Sect, what can you do about it?" Ling Yun snorted defiantly. He took three steps forward!

Ling Yun's murderous intent permeated the air, and he seemed fearsome!

"Evil creature, I can tell that you haven't been completely inducted into the Devil Sect since you're aboveboard in your dealings. Why don't you let go of the butcher knife? I can guarantee you that your past grudges with the Sun Family will be erased and that both parties will no longer interfere with each other's lives!"

The corners of Master Xingchi's lips twitched several times, and his forehead was deeply creased. He was perceived to have uttered those words in a resentful tone.

"Who does the Sun Family think themselves to be? My personal affairs are not for you to criticize, stinky monk!

"It's too late to try to make peace!"

Ling Yun tilted his head backwards and guffawed while he insulted Sun Tianbiao.

Ling Yun was fully confident that he would be able to break through to Physique Tempering Stage Six by the following week. By then, his power would double and enable him to kill a Xiantian Realm Level Two expert in a matter of seconds. He had already disregarded the Sun Family completely.

Such admirable courage. There's hope for the Ling Family with young master's prowess and his words!

Cui Lao experienced an adrenaline rush as he listened to Ling Yun speak. His facial muscles started to quiver, and he nearly leaped like a joyful child!