The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace
Chapter 228 - 228 Just to Kill You

In the rain-soaked streets, three figures stood facing each other.

The scene was eerily quiet, save for the heavy raindrops pounding against rooftops and the stone-paved ground.

Yun Yantian fixed his gaze on the middle-aged man in luxurious robes blocking their path, while Yun Wenxuan stood beside him, his hand flipping to summon a meticulously crafted spear, a weapon of the fifth grade in the Yellow Tier.

"I've come for no other reason than to kill you," the robed man said with a faint smile, his hands clasped behind his back. His tone was calm, almost casual, but the menace in his words was unmistakable.

Clang!

A sharp resonance cut through the rain.

Without hesitation, Yun Wenxuan activated his Qi, and his spear roared to life like an enraged dragon, tearing through the rain with a devastating momentum. The spear carried the force of a raging storm as it lunged toward the robed man.

Ding!

The robed man raised a single finger, meeting the spear's overwhelming power with effortless precision. A crisp sound rang out as he dissipated the attack in an instant.

The residual energy from the shattered spear strike scattered the rain around them, shattering the stone pavement beneath their feet and leaving a crater nearly ten meters wide.

"Hundred Battle Spear Technique – Piercing the Army Formation!"

Yun Wenxuan growled, his spear poised to strike again. This time, he prepared to unleash the technique taught to him by his uncle, Yun Yantian.

"Wenxuan!"

Before he could execute the move, Yun Yantian placed a firm hand on his nephew's shoulder.

"Uncle Yantian?" Yun Wenxuan turned to his uncle, confusion and frustration evident in his eyes.

"You cannot defeat him. His cultivation is on par with mine, if not stronger. If you attack again, you will die," Yun Yantian said gravely.

Hearing this, Yun Wenxuan fell silent.

The brief exchange earlier had already revealed the robed man's terrifying strength. Reluctantly, he lowered his spear and stepped back.

With his nephew safely restrained, Yun Yantian gripped his own spear, the Cloud-Patterned Spear, and dashed forward in a blur.

The spear's energy surged, infused with the dual forces of Yin and Yang: the Sun Essence Wheel and the Rising Moon. These two forces intertwined, creating a destructive spear aura so potent that the surrounding air visibly distorted.

The robed man's expression turned serious. No longer underestimating his opponent, he leapt back, swiftly forming hand seals.

With a surge of spiritual power, he summoned the technique Lake Water Shield, drawing rainwater from the downpour to form a massive water sphere several meters in diameter that hovered before him.

Yun Yantian's spear struck the water sphere, but instead of shattering it outright, the attack was absorbed and diffused, as if striking soft, impenetrable cotton.

"Piercing the Army Formation!"

Without hesitation, Yun Yantian channeled more energy into his spear. The forces of Yin and Yang intensified, and his spear aura erupted with ferocious might.

The water sphere crumbled under the assault, shattering into countless droplets that sprayed outward like a deadly barrage. The sheer force of the exploding water droplets tore through the surrounding buildings, demolishing doors, windows, and entire structures.

The robed man staggered backward, his body shaken and his Qi turbulent.

His gaze darkened as he stared at Yun Yantian. "Impressive! As expected of the Prince Consort, who once slew a Wu Kingdom court enchanter at Lu Zhan Terrace. Your spear technique is both fierce and domineering."

Yun Yantian said nothing. Using the opportunity, he pressed the attack, his spear unleashing an even more fearsome strike.

"Rise!"

The robed man shouted, his tone no longer casual. With a wave of his hand, the rainwater on the ground surged upward, forming a towering water wall that intercepted Yun Yantian's spear.

At the same time, the man burned two Puppet Talismans, summoning two ghostly figures shaped like ferocious, snarling ghouls. They lunged at Yun Yantian from either side.

"Tricks of the weak!"

With a cold snort, Yun Yantian's spear tore through the water wall, shattering it into mist. The same strike annihilated the two ghostly figures, dispersing them into the rain.

But as he destroyed the ghouls and the water wall, the robed man seized the opening.

From his sleeve shot a glinting shard of cold light, swift and venomous as a serpent, aimed directly at Yun Yantian's throat.

The shard carried a hint of sword intent, its energy sharp and lethal.

Clang!

Reacting instantly, Yun Yantian raised his Cloud-Patterned Spear just in time to block the strike. The shard's immense force nearly pierced the spear's shaft, and the impact sent shockwaves through Yun Yantian's body. His hands trembled as the recoil numbed his arms, forcing him to slide back several meters across the wet ground before finally regaining his balance.

"Yulin Sleeve Sword?! You're from the Wang family?" Yun Yantian exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and suspicion.

"No… that's not right! There's no one like you in the Wang family. And none of their spirit-root cultivators have mastered sword intent!"

Steadying himself, Yun Yantian scrutinized the robed man, his confusion deepening as he tried to discern the stranger's identity.

In the rain-soaked streets, the tension thickened as Yun Yantian became increasingly curious about the origins of the robed swordsman before him.

"Uncle Yantian!"

Yun Wenxuan hurried to his uncle's side, worry evident on his face as he helped steady him.

"Don't mind me. Leave now," Yun Yantian said, his voice strained.

"But…" Yun Wenxuan hesitated, unwilling to abandon him.

"No need to leave. Killing the three Sun family spirit-root cultivators was just a ploy to lure your Yun family here," the robed swordsman interrupted with a chilling smile.

With a flick of his wrist, a streak of sword energy charged with pure intent ripped through the rain and shot toward Yun Wenxuan.

The strike was impossibly fast—too fast for Yun Wenxuan to react.

Before he could comprehend the danger, a towering figure appeared in front of him. It was Yun Yantian.

"Go now!" Yun Yantian commanded, his voice filled with urgency. "This man is a sword cultivator. He has mastered sword intent, and his cultivation is on par with mine. I can't hold him off for long!"

Yun Yantian's Cloud-Patterned Spear had been severed in two by the earlier sword energy, the remnants of which slashed across his chest. His robe was torn, exposing a deep, jagged wound. Flesh was mangled, and blood poured from the gruesome gash.

The residual force of the sword energy had also ravaged his internal organs. Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth as his body trembled from the pain.

"Uncle Yantian, hang on! I'll fetch Sun Fenglin and the others for help!" Yun Wenxuan gritted his teeth, shouted his promise, and darted away into the rain.

As he ran, he activated a messaging talisman, sending an urgent plea for assistance to his Aunt Shuang, who was back at the Yun family estate overseeing their Third Grandfather's funeral.

A sword cultivator.

A practitioner who had mastered sword intent. Among his family, only Yun Yanshuang was skilled enough to face such an opponent.

"Going to call for help? It doesn't matter," the robed swordsman sneered.

"Before Yun Yanshuang gets here, you, Yun Yantian, will already be dead!"

Ignoring Yun Wenxuan's retreat, the swordsman refocused on his opponent.

"Think you can kill me that easily?!" Yun Yantian roared, forcing himself to endure the agony ripping through his body. Clutching the remnants of his spear, he charged at the robed swordsman once more.

He had to hold on—just long enough for reinforcements to arrive.

If he and his sister could join forces, they might capture this man and uncover his identity and motives.

"I admit your spear techniques are impressive," the swordsman remarked, sidestepping the attack with ease. "But after all these years, you still haven't comprehended spear intent.

"If you had, I might not have the confidence to face you."

Now heavily injured, Yun Yantian's movements lacked the precision and power of his prime. Executing techniques from the Hundred Battle Spear Technique became increasingly difficult.

Shh!

The robed swordsman's soft sword arced through the air in a deadly motion, slicing cleanly through Yun Yantian's arm.

Blood sprayed across the street as his severed limb fell to the ground.

The pain caused Yun Yantian to falter, leaving an opening.

Seizing the moment, the swordsman's soft sword glinted like a serpent striking its prey, piercing Yun Yantian's throat with chilling precision.

Splurt!

Blood gushed as Yun Yantian staggered backward, clutching his neck in a futile attempt to stem the flow.

His vision blurred as he collapsed onto the rain-slicked cobblestone street, the downpour soaking his clothes and hair, washing his blood into the rivulets forming on the ground.

Above, the rain poured relentlessly from the heavens, a deafening symphony of nature's fury.

"More than ten years ago, I couldn't kill you at the ruins of the Pill Cauldron Sect. But today, your luck has run out," the robed swordsman said coldly, standing over Yun Yantian's fallen body.

"This time, I'll start with you. Next will be Yun Yanshuang, and then every last member of your Yun family.

"I, Wang Liyuan, will ensure your entire clan pays for standing against my Wang family all these years.

"Every score, every grievance—I will settle it, one by one!"

The robed man sheathed his soft sword and reached into his robe, retrieving a pill. Swallowing it, his face contorted briefly before morphing into its original appearance—Wang Liyuan's true form.

His eyes, cold and mocking, stared at Yun Yantian's lifeless body, a mix of disdain and satisfaction gleaming within them.

"Ten years of waiting, and finally, the reckoning begins."

With a final sneer, Wang Liyuan turned and disappeared into the rain, leaving behind a scene of blood and despair.

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