C28 They Are Not Worthy of Being Buried with You!!

The abrupt turn of events left both Lin Guang and Lin Zongshan momentarily dumbstruck.

"Little bastard!"

But they quickly regained their composure, their eyes filling with murderous intent as they fixed their gaze on Su Yun, who had just entered the arena.

Step by step, Su Yun advanced toward them.

"Kill this little bastard!"

Lin Guang and Lin Zongshan commanded with an icy shout.

Upon hearing the order, the twenty-plus Soul Cultivators who had risen to their feet charged at Su Yun without hesitation, brandishing their weapons.

Unfazed by the onslaught, Su Yun continued forward, effortlessly lifting the Divine Hammer crackling with lightning and thunder.

The first Soul Cultivator reached him, his long blade poised to strike, but...

Whoosh!

Su Yun's hammer struck first, caving in the man's chest and sending skin and blood flying. The body landed dozens of meters away, lifeless.

Yet, the other Soul Cultivators were undeterred. Three more closed in, their blades sweeping toward him.

Whoosh!

Without missing a beat, Su Yun swung the Divine Hammer in a wide arc.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Caught off guard, the three Soul Cultivators were instantly reduced to bursts of blood mist, scattering in the electrified air.

"Watch out!"

In that instant, Yun Yilan, from beneath the willow tree, cried out a warning.

Two Soul Cultivators had simultaneously flanked Su Yun, his side now vulnerable to their attack.

"Die!"

The pair, faces twisted with savagery, brought their blades down in unison.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

But from Su Yun's left sleeve, twin bolts of sword-sharp Soul Power lanced out first.

Thud! Thud!

The Soul Cultivators stiffened, the lightning Soul Power piercing their foreheads. Disbelief filled their eyes as they slumped to the ground.

Yun Yilan's face registered shock at the sight.

The remaining Soul Cultivators, witnessing the scene, were struck with fear, their forward momentum grinding to a halt as they stared at Su Yun with terror-stricken faces.

Undeterred, Su Yun kept walking. With each step he took, the Soul Cultivators collectively retreated, until they had backed up to the platform where Lin Guang and Lin Zongshan stood.

"Bastards! What are you doing!?"

Yun Linguang was seething with rage at the sight before him. "Why haven't you killed this little beast yet!?"

Kill?

At his command, the Soul Cultivators just rolled their eyes in disbelief.

Are you blind? Didn't you see that this guy took out several of our comrades in the blink of an eye?

How are we supposed to kill such a monster?

"Join forces and take down this little beast!" Lin Zongshan commanded coldly, "Anyone who hesitates will see their family demoted to slavery within our clan!"

The Soul Cultivators' faces fell at these words.

They were all from the Lin family. They might disregard Yun Linguang's ranting, but Lin Zongshan's decree was another matter entirely.

Their families reduced to slaves.

The consequences were clear and dire.

"Attack together, kill him!"

With resolved grimaces, the Lin family Soul Cultivators clenched their weapons and charged once more at Su Yun.

Su Yun remained unfazed, his expression stoic as he advanced. With a merciless swing of his Divine Hammer, he obliterated the head of an oncoming Soul Cultivator.

The blades of the other Soul Cultivators reached him simultaneously.

But Su Yun, gripping the Divine Hammer, simply swept it from left to right, sending over a dozen swords and sabers clattering away. Then, shifting the hammer to his right, he executed another devastating horizontal sweep.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The hammer's force caved in the chests of more than ten Soul Cultivators, a mist of blood exploding into the air as their bodies were hurled outward, landing around the arena and instantly becoming a dozen lifeless corpses.

Su Yun's stride didn't falter; he continued forward.

Atop the arena, Yun Linguang and Lin Zongshan watched, their pupils shrinking in shock.

These were no ordinary fighters; the twenty-plus Soul Cultivators were the cream of the Lin family crop, all at the pinnacle of the Soul Condensing Stage. United, they could pose a threat even to Soul Controlling Stage cultivators like Yun Linguang and Lin Zongshan, who would normally steer clear of their combined might. But Su Yun...

He had dispatched them all with mere flicks of his wrist.

How could this be?

Was this young upstart truly more powerful than them?

Lin Zongshan's mind couldn't help but flash back to the High Sect selection, where Su Yun had confronted him directly. He had sensed then that Su Yun's punch carried the unmistakable force of the Soul Controlling Stage. The scene unfolding before him only cemented that realization.

"Little bastard, hold it right there!"

Suddenly, Yun Linguang's cold command cut through the air, "Or I swear I'll kill this guy!"

With that, he forcefully pressed his palm onto Yun Yan's forehead.

Su Yun halted in his tracks at the sight.

A cold smirk spread across Yun Linguang's face. "Put away your hammer!"

Before Su Yun could respond, Yun Yan, pinned beneath Yun Linguang's hand, cried out, "Kid, don't listen to this scumbag. Take them out! If I die alongside them, it's worth it!"

"Shut the hell up!"

Yun Linguang's grip tightened around Yun Yan's throat, choking off his words and turning his face a suffocating shade of red.

"Dad!"

From a distance, under the willow tree, Yun Yilan's already pale face lost another shade.

"Little bastard, put down your hammer now, or I'll slaughter him!"

Yun Linguang's icy voice was a threat aimed at Su Yun.

Su Yun glanced at the mere ten meters separating him from Yun Linguang and spoke calmly, "Swap places!"

As he uttered the command, his Space Soul Ring burst into a blinding glow.

On the stage, Yun Linguang was caught off guard, his vision flickering.

When he regained his bearings, he was shocked to find himself inexplicably at the base of the stage, while Su Yun, who should have been in his spot, now stood above on the platform.

"What the..."

This astonishing turn of events startled Lin Zongshan, who was also on the stage.

"They don't deserve the honor of your company in death!"

Before anyone could process the situation, Su Yun's cool voice rang out again.

"This is bad!"

Lin Zongshan's face drained of color as he realized what was coming.

"Thunder Hammer!"

It was too late to move. The wooden hammer, crackling with electricity, loomed large before his eyes...

"Boom—"

A gruesome explosion echoed through the quiet night at the Martial Arts Practice Field.

Under Yun Linguang's astonished gaze, Lin Zongshan, who had been right beside him just a moment earlier, was now headless.

Beneath the crackling Divine Hammer, the headless body of Lin Zongshan burst into a massive cloud of red and white mist!

Simultaneously, the headless corpse of Lin Zongshan thudded onto the arena floor...

Witnessing this spectacle, Yun Linguang, Yun Yan, and Yun Yilan, standing not far from a willow tree, were all struck dumb with shock.

The esteemed Great Elder of the Lin family, a grandmaster Soul Cultivator at the Soul Controlling Stage, had just... just like that...

Perished?