Sword Aura to the Heavens
Chapter 102 - 99: Destroying the Chen Family (Large - )_3

Chapter 102: Chapter 99: Destroying the Chen Family (Large Chapter)_3

The massive palm imprint shattered continuously, and the sword pressed forward relentlessly. Blinding light burst forth, sending shockwaves that overturned nearby buildings. Ancestor Chen’s body was flung backward into the distance, but the sword pursued him, leaving ruins in its wake.

Chen Yan, who had intended to slip away quietly, was sent flying by the force of the sword intent. He slammed into a wall, spat out a mouthful of blood upon falling to the ground, his body riddled with bloodstains, injuries compounding upon injuries.

However, Li Fan had no time to concern himself with Chen Yan at the moment. He closed his eyes, commanding his senior brother’s sword.

The Sword of Slaughter lit up with dazzling runes, relentlessly hunting Ancestor Chen.

This blade was Wen Ruyu’s sword seed. Sword seeds were nurtured by sword cultivators from the beginning of their cultivation, absorbing the essence of heaven, earth, sun, and moon, and connecting with the divine soul of the sword cultivator.

As Ancestor Chen retreated again and again, he couldn’t break free from the sword seed’s assault. The alleyway crumbled into ruins under the crushing force of the sword intent. Amid the mad collapse, Ancestor Chen continued to be pursued by the blade and let out a defiant roar. Brilliant golden light flared, accompanied by the sound of a bell, as a golden curtain appeared in front of him.

A Dharma Form was summoned—a massive golden bell shielding his body.

*The bell tolled loudly!*

The golden bell violently trembled, emitting resonant bell tones as the great sword repeatedly struck it, causing cracks to form. Ancestor Chen was enraged to the extreme, his divine soul shaken. Inside the bell, he caught his breath at last, then formed seals with his hands. Instantly, countless golden bells surrounded his body, dancing in a chaotic flurry.

As the Dharma Form ascended, the golden bell it manifested simultaneously struck out to crush the sword seed.

The resonant bell tones echoed incessantly, creating waves of intense shock with each ring, sending shockwaves across the surroundings.

This torrent of impact grew stronger and stronger, reducing everything within its radius to ruins.

Yet, the unceasing bell tones failed to stop the sword. Ancestor Chen seemed to see a shadow materialize upon the blade—a fierce, cold figure of a young man exuding killing intent.

"Wen Ruyu!" Ancestor Chen roared in fury. It was his first time seeing Wen Ruyu’s face—and also his last.

The sword tore through everything, striking toward Ancestor Chen. His Dharma Form attempted to protect its master once more, but a violent boom erupted—the Dharma Form shattered into pieces. Ancestor Chen coughed blood, and sword light flashed across, splitting Ancestor Chen’s body.

Ancestor Chen’s eyes remained open. *Did he really die at the hands of a sword?*

The blade soared into the sky, carrying a silhouette who rode the sword toward the battlefield.

Amid the ruins of the alley,

Chen Yan propped himself up on the rubble, trying to crawl away.

But just then, an icy light appeared—a shadow materialized in front of him.

Chen Yan raised his head, looking at Li Fan. At that moment, Li Fan’s body radiated with blazing sword intent, the mere presence of which made Chen Yan tremble all over.

He lowered his gaze to Li Fan’s sword, and the bone-chilling cold emanating from the blade. Suddenly, Chen Yan laughed—a mocking laugh filled with irony.

*Back in Lin’an County, when he first encountered Li Fan, he believed that even as a Li Mountain disciple, Li Fan was unremarkable—a mere cultivator in the Refining Realm couldn’t possibly stir up any trouble.*

*But what he hadn’t foreseen was that the very same Refining Realm cultivator would now be the one to take his life.*

*What a joke.*

*He had reached the Foundation Establishment stage, his prospects promising, destined to become a Great Practitioner in the Condensed Core Realm.*

*But because of Li Fan, it was all over.*

Li Fan, unaware of the thoughts swirling in Chen Yan’s heart, remained silent. A flash of light cut through the air, and Li Fan’s sword slit Chen Yan’s throat.

Blood poured from Chen Yan’s throat as he reached out to cover the wound, still desperate to cling to life. *He didn’t want to die!*

"Ugh..." Chen Yan fell to his knees, barely lifting his head to glance at Li Fan. His eyes brimmed with venomous resentment and hatred before his body collapsed. Blood soaked the ground beneath him, and his lifeless eyes remained open, filled with unwillingness.

Li Fan, having slain Chen Yan and Ancestor Chen, raised his gaze toward the battlefield above. The Demon Peng launched another assault, facing off against both the Cui Family Ancestor and Cui Lengzhou at once, suppressing them.

The Demon Peng seemed to notice the events happening below. He ceased his attacks, casting a glance toward the ground.

Ancestor Chen, his benefactor from years ago, had perished.

*Despite this, there was little emotion in the Demon Peng’s fierce, dark-golden eyes. Over the years, he had done his share for the Chen family. Summoning demons to attack the city today, by human standards, was already the utmost benevolence.*

*Now that Ancestor Chen had died, the connection between him and the Chen family ended here.*

*Yet before that, he didn’t mind exacting revenge for Ancestor Chen.*

His gaze locked onto Li Fan, murderous intent flashing visibly. His figure streaked through the sky in a beam of light.

"Careful!" Cui Lengzhou shouted, but his speed could not match the Demon Peng’s.

Li Fan’s body erupted with terrifying sword intent once more, forming a storm of sword aura that swept outward. *The moment the Demon Peng dared to approach, he would kill.*

The Demon Peng halted, floating in midair, warily watching Li Fan below. The sword intent was overwhelming.

*Li Mountain!*

*One day, he would destroy Li Mountain.*

"Buzz..."

A burst of radiant sword light bloomed. In the darkness, the Sword of Slaughter’s killing intent cascaded like tidal waves, engulfing the entire sky. Wen Ruyu’s blade charged out once more with terrifying speed, targeting the Demon Peng.

The Demon Peng’s figure streaked upward like lightning, but the sword pursued relentlessly. The killing intent attached to the blade locked onto him firmly, matching his speed effortlessly.

In the night sky, the Demon Peng carved through the darkness like a streak of light, while the sword left trails of sword marks. Two arcs appeared in the sky—one made by the Demon Peng and the other by the sword. The spectators below could barely follow with their naked eyes, relying only on the glow of the sword to trace its trajectory.