245: Chapter 245 Conversion

To him, a Top Grandmaster was indeed an insurmountable existence.

If Pei Qingyun had not cut off his path to survival, he would not have fought such an existence to the bitter end.

However, he absolutely did not believe that he could not withstand three moves.

Anger was anger, but the Gaunt Man did not let rage cloud his judgment; he simply stood his ground firmly.

His goal was never to defeat Pei Qingyun, but to stall for enough time to burn down the yunfan no. 2.

"I disdain arguing with a dead man. Watch this move carefully; I shall sever your left arm." As he spoke, the aura around Pei Qingyun began to surge, and the phantom of a great sun appeared behind him.

He moved like a stream of light, shooting toward the Gaunt Man with a speed far beyond what any ordinary Late Stage Grandmaster could compare to.

In the span of a single breath, he crossed a distance of nearly ten zhang, arrived at the Gaunt Man's side, and struck out with a palm.

In an instant, an extremely overbearing, scorching intent diffused outward. With his palm as the center, the temperature within a radius of several feet climbed steadily; the air seemed unable to bear the weight, sizzling as it burned.

"This is..."

Feeling the overbearing aura from this palm, the Gaunt Man's expression changed drastically.

Compared to their clash in the dense forest, the power contained in this palm was even more violent.

Before the fight began, he still had a thirty percent chance of taking this blow. But now, he had lost all confidence.

In this moment, he even felt some regret for choosing to fight head-on.

He must have been truly blind.

Unfortunately, he no longer had time for regrets and could only meet the strike with his left palm.

"Poof!"

There was no earth-shattering collision as imagined. The moment they made contact, the Gaunt Man's left palm, along with his entire arm, was blasted into a mist of blood.

The whole process looked eerie yet harmonious, as if it were meant to happen this way.

If not for the Gaunt Man, the party involved, letting out an untimely scream, this scene would not have been broken.

"My hand!"

The loss of his left arm caused the Gaunt Man to feel a heart-piercing pain.

In the battle in the dense forest, his right arm had been crippled and rendered temporarily useless. Now, with his left arm also gone, he was completely finished.

At this moment, the look in his eyes as he gazed at Pei Qingyun held not a shred of defiance, only overwhelming fear.

He had said within three moves, and it was indeed within three moves.

Pei Qingyun never went back on his word.

Looking at the terror-stricken Gaunt Man, Pei Qingyun no longer had the desire to fight.

Out of habit, he had always prioritized the Wood Intent from the Evergreen Art, with the Fire Intent from the Blazing Sun Fire Art as a supplement.

This time, making fire the primary and wood the secondary was a new experiment of his.

The effect was better than he had imagined, but the Gaunt Man's strength was too weak to allow him to test the limits of this palm strike.

"Enough, it is time to send you on your way."

Pei Qingyun sighed, as if filled with compassion for the world.

But to the Gaunt Man's ears, it was the Grim Reaper's final judgment.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if wanting to make a sound.

Unfortunately, until the moment of his death, his words remained stuck in his throat.

Boom!

Blood sprayed as the Gaunt Man's head split open from the center of his brow, extending down to his waist until his body was severed in two.

Compared to having his head blown off, being split in two was considered quite decent.

"The force was still a bit too much." Looking at the Gaunt Man's corpse, Pei Qingyun felt he had been too merciful.

People of the Evil Sect deserved to be left without a complete corpse.

However, Pei Qingyun did not dwell on this. To him, killing the Gaunt Man was just a side task; extinguishing the fire was the key.

To his surprise, after he entered the cabin, the flames had already died out.

...

On the other side.

The battle between the Yun Family Martial Artists and the Blood Slaves had also ended. Dozens of corpses lay scattered about.

Patriarch Yun Donglai stood in the very center of the corpses, his eyes filled with the exhaustion that follows a battle.

Although Pei Qingyun had dealt with two Grandmasters and over a dozen Blood Slaves, the remaining Blood Slaves had still caused huge casualties for the Yun Family.

Originally, when they landed on the island, the Yun Family had over twenty people. Now, including Patriarch Yun Donglai himself, only five remained alive. The casualty rate directly exceeded eighty percent. Such a casualty rate was undeniably massive.

This was even without Patriarch Yun Donglai counting the total number of people when they first set sail; otherwise, the casualty rate would have exceeded ninety percent.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the last hundred years, the Yun Family had never suffered such a great loss.

"Patriarch, it is time to leave. Grandmaster Pei Qingyun is still waiting for us on the ship." Seeing the silent Patriarch Yun Donglai, the Second Elder of the Yun Family spoke up to remind him.

"Second Elder, I am fine. My Yun Family's sons cannot be left exposed in the wilderness. Let me bury them, then I will leave with you." After saying this, the incredibly oppressive feeling in Patriarch Yun Donglai's heart found a sliver of comfort.

Seeing this, the Second Elder of the Yun Family said nothing more.

At this moment, his mood was just as heavy as Patriarch Yun Donglai's.

The fifty-plus Martial Artists who set sail this time were all elites of the Yun Family, and many among them were even members of the clan itself, not just Martial Artists raised by the Yun Family.

This voyage had already damaged the Foundation of the Yun Family. It could almost be foreseen that once they returned to the Yun Family, it would inevitably cause a huge uproar.

Even if he, Yun Donglai, was the Patriarch, he would inevitably be questioned by the clansmen.