Chapter 2202 Rebel

Chapter 2202 Rebel

Yun Lintian raised his hand, the shimmering blade of light reappearing in his grasp. A wave of energy surged through the arena, the very air crackling with anticipation.

The Chen Clan experts charged, their swords flashing in the sunlight. Yun Lintian met them head-on, his movements a blur of speed and precision. Blades clashed, sparks flew, and the air filled with the sounds of battle.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Yun Lintian moved through the ranks of his enemies like a whirlwind, his blade a dance of death that left a trail of fallen bodies in its wake. His every strike was imbued with the power of the Divine King Realm, his every movement a testament to his mastery of combat.

"Impossible! How can his strength be so monstrous?!" The roar of a Chen expert cut through the clash of steel, his voice laced with disbelief and terror.

"A demon!" Another shrieked, his eyes wide with a primal fear.

Despite their superior numbers and honed skills, the Chen Clan experts were nothing before Yun Lintian's fury. They crumpled like withered leaves under a relentless storm, their screams swallowed by the clang of metal and the sickening spray of blood. Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com

"H-How could it be possible?" Seeing the devastation of his men, Chen Zitao's face contorted with rage and frustration. He could only watch helplessly as his forces were systematically dismantled. He had underestimated Yun Lintian, and now he was paying the price.

Yun Lintian, his blade dripping with the blood of his enemies, turned his attention to the remaining Chen Clan experts. His eyes, blazing with a cold fury, sent shivers down their spines.

"Retreat!" Chen Zitao finally ordered, his voice filled with desperation. "We cannot win this fight!"

The remaining Chen Clan experts, their morale shattered, turned and fled, their tails tucked between their legs. The Yun Clan warriors, emboldened by Yun Lintian's display of power, let out a roar of triumph as they chased after their fleeing enemies.

Then, a single thud echoed through the hall. One elder, his face pale with shame, crumbled to his knees. "We were wrong, Patriarch!" he choked out, his voice thick with regret.

Thud! Thud!

"Please give us a chance, Patriarch!" The sound of another thud followed, and another. Like dominoes toppling, the remaining elders fell to their knees, a chorus of pleas for forgiveness rising from the floor.

"This matter is far from settled," Yun Wuhan declared, his voice frosty. "The judgment of our ancestors shall be sought."

He pivoted, his gaze landing on Yun Lintian. Today, his son had revealed a depth of power and purpose that left him both astonished and... apprehensive.

With a subtle withdrawal of his power, Yun Lintian observed the scene with cool satisfaction. He had not only vindicated his father but also secured the Yun Clan's future through a display of undeniable strength. The message was clear – challenging the Yun Clan would come at a steep price.

As for the Chen Clan, Yun Lintian allowed their retreat, a flicker of curiosity sparking in his eyes. He wanted to see the city lord's reaction to this matter. If, however, the city lord turned a blind eye, Yun Lintian would handle the situation with his own brand of justice.

The Azure Royal Clan held no sway over him. Yet, Yun Lintian hesitated to ignite a conflict. His departure to find his mother would leave the Yun Clan vulnerable. He wouldn't tolerate their suffering in his absence.

"Clear the scene," Yun Wuhan barked, his voice heavy with exhaustion. The Yun Clan members scurried to obey, their movements tinged with a newfound wariness.

With a weary sigh, Yun Wuhan approached his son, his face etched with a complex mix of emotions – fatigue, a sliver of worry, and a flicker of something unreadable. "Tian'er," he rasped, his voice hoarse. "How are you?"

Yun Lintian turned, a hint of a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. It held a nuance his father couldn't quite decipher. "I'm perfectly fine, Dad. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop them." he assured him.

Fury contorted Yun Wuhan's features. "The Chen Clan," he growled, his voice laced with a dangerous promise. "They will pay the price for this."