Chapter 173: Sword Bone and Divine Dragon, The Fall of the Destined Child
The Illusory Dragon spread its wings as Lin Qi’an soared into the sky.
Sensing the dragon’s terrifying aura, Ye Yun froze for a moment before breaking into a maniacal grin.
“Excellent! This battle will surely be one for the ages; it cannot end so easily!”
He had slaughtered countless cultivators in front of everyone and now aimed to kill Lin Qi’an. Fully prepared for death, he decided to make the fight as exhilarating as possible, honoring his resolve.
Golden flames ignited on Ye Yun’s body.
“That’s the Golden Crow Flame!”
“No… this isn’t ordinary Golden Crow Flame…” A member of the Golden Crow Clan, his pupils contracting, gritted his teeth and muttered, “This brat is burning Golden Crow Essence Blood. What a waste of a priceless treasure!”
Behind Ye Yun, a phantom of a golden three-legged crow appeared. Its brilliance illuminated the entire heavens, painting the world in dazzling gold.
With the infinite spiritual energy provided by the Black Sun, burning his essence blood, and summoning the Golden Crow Phantom, Ye Yun had unleashed his strongest technique.
As expected of the Destined Child, his desperate gamble brought forth terrifying power. He was not to be underestimated.
The battle ascended to new heights—a clash worthy of gods.
The Illusory Dragon faced the Golden Crow head-on.
The two fought fiercely in midair, their massive phantoms tearing at each other. The dragon’s claws clashed with the crow’s wings repeatedly, twisting space with every collision, sending violent gusts scattering debris in all directions.
The heavens were split in two—half claimed by the Golden Crow and half by the ancestral dragon.
“Such intensity… Who would’ve thought we’d see such a battle between two young men?”
“Ye Yun may be reckless, but he is undeniably powerful.”
“Indeed, he’s the only one capable of dueling the Crown Prince.”
Li Xuan stared blankly, his eyes filled with disbelief. He had fought Ye Yun before and knew his strength, but never imagined it could reach such heights.
The cultivators of the Tianhai Dao Domain prayed fervently for Lin Qi’an’s defeat, believing his death was the only way to bring peace. Yet reality didn’t align with their hopes.
“The Golden Crow is losing ground…”
“Impossible! Ye Yun’s Golden Crow was summoned through essence blood combustion, amplified by a peak tenth-tier spirit source, and supported by the Black Sun’s forbidden techniques!”
“Exactly! Besides, his cultivation is higher than Lin Qi’an’s!”
“Don’t forget, Lin Qi’an wields four sacred weapons and commands the ancestral dragon’s might. His power rivals Ye Yun’s!”
The Illusory Dragon’s claws tore through the Golden Crow’s body.
Yet in the next moment, Ye Yun poured the Black Yang’s immense spiritual energy into the crow, restoring it completely to continue the battle.
The rapid beating of his heart accelerated, for the Black Sun provided infinite energy only as long as the heart kept pumping. Should the strain prove too much, the technique would collapse.
“Why? Why can’t I defeat him!” Ye Yun, trembling with rage, nearly bit through his lip as he witnessed the Golden Crow being torn apart and reassembled repeatedly.
“I refuse to believe your strength is endless!”
For Ye Yun, the battle had devolved into a war of attrition. Whoever faltered first would be the one to fall.
The Golden Crow soared high, spreading its wings wide. Countless feathers transformed into golden beams of light, raining down like a storm.
The dragon roared, shaking the heavens and earth, repelling the golden feathers and causing them to explode in the air, like a celestial fireworks display.
Lightning and golden flames intertwined as the dragon’s claws shredded the Golden Crow phantom once more.
“Ah!” Ye Yun spat blood, his vision dimming as the strain on his heart reached critical levels.
In contrast, Lin Qi’an stood unscathed, calm and collected.
“Your power… surpasses even mine, despite my Black Yang!” Ye Yun’s voice cracked with disbelief.
Could a mortal truly achieve such heights?
“The Crown Prince is about to win!”
“Amazing… At this moment, he truly resembles a god descending to the mortal realm!”
“How does he possess such boundless spiritual energy? It’s as endless as the ocean itself!”
“After this battle, the Crown Prince’s reputation will shake the Canglan Dao Domain, resound throughout Tianhai Dao Domain, and strike fear into every young cultivator!”
As the crowd marveled, their hearts finally eased—those worried about Lin Qi’an could now breathe a sigh of relief.
But then, the unexpected happened.
“Lin Qi’an, today will be your death!” Ye Yun’s roar echoed like that of a wounded beast on the verge of collapse.
The Black Yang in the sky began to expand uncontrollably. Its aura, terrifying to the extreme, locked onto everything below, reducing Lin Qi’an to a mere insignificant ant in its shadow.
“This is bad! He’s going to detonate the Black Yang!”
“Your Highness, run!”
“Lin Qi’an!”
Panic-stricken cries erupted as countless faces turned pale in fear.
The Black Sun expanded to its limit before erupting with a deafening explosion.
In an instant, the world turned pure white, devoid of any color, as a terrifying storm of spiritual energy swept across like a ravenous ancient beast devouring all in its path.
Lin Qi’an was caught in the blast, unable to escape. Everything within the secret realm was obliterated, reduced to dust that dispersed into the air.
“It’s over… cough, cough…” Ye Yun coughed blood incessantly, resembling a terminally ill man clinging to his last breath.
After his heart had given out, he was truly at death’s door. Yet, he stubbornly held on, desperate to see the aftermath of Lin Qi’an’s demise and erase his long-standing humiliation.
“The Crown Prince couldn’t have survived, right?”
“Even I, as his master, would struggle to escape such an explosion unscathed… sigh.”
“If the Crown Prince perished with that scoundrel, it would be an immense loss for the Canglan Dao Domain!”
“Stop with the bad omens!”
Despite the apparent destruction, Lin Qi’an’s confidantes were surprisingly calm. Those who had visited the Lotus Realm knew better than anyone—self-destruction was the least of the Crown Prince’s worries.
Ye Yun’s bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the scene before him. Amidst the dissipating smoke and dust, a figure emerged. His pupils dilated to their maximum, blood veins visibly pulsating.
Lin Qi’an stood unscathed, unharmed.
“You… you…” At that moment, Ye Yun’s Dao heart completely shattered. He had burned his very life essence to kill Lin Qi’an, but even at the cost of his life, he failed.
“Why!” He roared in despair, his voice hoarse.
Lin Qi’an offered no reply. He simply raised his index finger, releasing a single strand of sword energy that pierced through Ye Yun’s forehead, ending his life.
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System Prompts:
【Congratulations, Host, for successfully killing the Destined Child “Ye Yun.”】
【Villain Points +100,000】
【Congratulations on obtaining the “Great Yang Heavenly Emperor Sutra.”】
【Congratulations on obtaining the “Sunflate Sword.”】
【Luck Value +50】
【You have received a Fortune Chest. Would you like to open it now?】
“Yes.”
As Ye Yun’s luck value dropped to zero, the rewards from the chest were bound to be extraordinary.
Fortune Chest Opened Successfully:
【Reward: Hundred Years of Cultivation】
Lin Qi’an felt his cultivation rapidly surging at an unimaginable speed.
Breakthrough Progression:
– Third Layer of the Celestial Radiance Realm
– Fourth Layer
– Fifth Layer
– Sixth Layer
– Seventh Layer
In a single sweep, he ascended five minor stages. The century’s worth of cultivation bestowed upon him was equivalent to such growth.
“Not bad,” Lin Qi’an murmured.
At the very least, his realm would no longer lag behind his peers. Furthermore, the improvement in his cultivation also signified a significant boost in spiritual energy.
Even without the “infinite spiritual energy” from earlier, he was confident in replicating the Divine Dragon Sword Bone technique.
“Ye Yun is dead!”
“Hahaha, as expected of the Crown Prince! Finally, that menace is eliminated. This is truly satisfying!”
The cultivators of the Canglan Dao Domain erupted in cheers, their relief evident.
“Master, didn’t you say that a tenth-tier spirit source meant invincibility within the secret realm? How did the Crown Prince still win?”
“Well… how should I know? Someone like the Crown Prince defies all conventional reasoning!”
Even Lin Weixuan, Lin Qi’an’s father, shook his head in disbelief.
His son, lagging behind in spirit source level and cultivation realm, had still managed to overpower Ye Yun. Moving forward, the era of Lin Qi’an seemed inevitable. Perhaps even the title of the strongest Great Emperor would eventually pass to him.
On the other hand, the cultivators of the Tianhai Dao Domain were ashen-faced. Lin Qi’an’s overwhelming strength instilled in them a suffocating pressure.
If he survived today, his future growth would be limitless. Among the crowd, those who had once wished to challenge Lin Qi’an—including Li Xuan and Xi Chao—felt a chill run down their spines.
They were relieved it wasn’t them standing against him today.
Especially Li Xuan.
Before descending the mountain, he had considered himself invincible among his peers. Now, that confidence lay shattered, irreparably broken.
Zhao Yunji’s emotions were a tangled web of complexity and gratitude.
“The scourge of my Tai’an City was resolved by him… yet again, I owe him a debt.”
Tai’an’s Emperor remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, “Lin Weixuan, since your son and my daughter, Meng’er, are deeply in love, why not hold the wedding here in Tai’an City?”
Gu Jingyun interjected furiously, “You!”