87: Chapter 87 Cripple Lin Zhiping

"Ah——Little bastard, I am going to kill you!"

Lin Zhiping climbed up from the ground, his face flushed and his eyes bloodshot, like a mad beast.

As a dignified Golden Core Level 2 Core Disciple and a prominent figure on Taixuan Peak, he was actually knocked down with a single punch by a Foundation Establishment Level 8 Cultivator, right in front of so many onlookers.

If this got out, how could he ever mix in the Sect again?

Disgrace! Utter disgrace!

"You forced me to do this!"

Lin Zhiping roared angrily, his right hand sweeping across his Storage Pouch, and a silvery-white Flying Sword burst out of the pouch, hovering in front of him.

That Flying Sword was about three feet long, its body entirely silvery-white, and its surface was carved with dense starlight patterns, with faint starlight flowing across it.

Embedded at the hilt was a moon-white gemstone the size of a dragon's eye, emitting a cold, clear light.

This was a Tier 3 Flying Sword Magic Treasure, a treasure Lin Zhiping had exchanged from the Sect using eight years of savings.

"Fragmenting Star Sword Technique!"

Lin Zhiping bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of vital blood onto the sword body.

The Fragmenting Star Sword trembled violently, producing a crisp and resonant sword hum. The starlight patterns on the sword body lit up one by one, bursting with a dazzling silvery-white light.

He formed hand seals with both hands, and the Fragmenting Star Sword spun rapidly in the air, its tip pointing directly at Baili Yunche.

The surrounding Spiritual Qi began to surge frantically, converging toward the Fragmenting Star Sword.

Countless tiny silver light spots emerged around the sword body, dense and dazzling like twinkling stars in the night sky.

Those silver light spots were not decorations, but were condensed from refined spiritual power, with each one containing extremely sharp Sword Intent.

Hundreds and thousands of light spots appeared simultaneously, enveloping Lin Zhiping in a starlight glow, creating an astonishing Aura.

"Go!"

Lin Zhiping shouted furiously, pointing his right hand forward.

The Fragmenting Star Sword pierced through the air, dragging a long silver tail flame like a meteor streaking across the sky.

Those silver light spots followed closely behind, transforming into a sky full of stellar sword rain, pouring down overwhelmingly toward Baili Yunche.

A sharp sonic boom came from the air, as if countless sharp blades were unsheathed at the same time.

The onlookers retreated one after another, fearing they would be affected by this all-encompassing sword rain.

Several Disciples with lower cultivation turned pale; just feeling that fierce Sword Intent made their entire bodies feel chilled.

"The Fragmenting Star Sword Technique! This is Taixuan Peak's ultimate bottom-of-the-box sword technique!"

"It is said that when the Fragmenting Star Sword Technique is cultivated to Major Achievement, a single sword can shatter stars, and its power is comparable to Earth Rank Cultivation Techniques! Although Senior Brother Lin has only cultivated it to Minor Achievement, it is still enough to slay ordinary Golden Core Cultivators!"

"Baili Yunche is a dead man now! The Fragmenting Star Sword Technique is no joke; he definitely won't be able to withstand it!"

"Right! Just now he was merely ambushed by Baili Yunche, otherwise Senior Brother Lin could never have been knocked down with a single punch! Now that Senior Brother Lin is serious, the victory is already decided!"

The surrounding Disciples discussed animatedly, and almost no one was optimistic about Baili Yunche.

The reputation of the Fragmenting Star Sword Technique was too great; it was one of the top swordsmanship supreme arts of Taixuan Peak, and throughout generations, only Core Disciples were qualified to Cultivate it.

No matter how strong Baili Yunche was, he was merely at Foundation Establishment Level 8. How could he possibly block it?

Looking at the sky full of stellar sword rain, Baili Yunche's lips curled into a disdainful sneer.

"You actually dare to display swordsmanship in front of me?" He shook his head, his tone full of contempt,

"Your superficial attainment in the Dao of the sword has really been learned into a dog's head. The Fragmenting Star Sword Technique? The name is quite bluffing, but unfortunately, the person using the sword is too poor; no matter how good the sword technique is, it's a waste."

Before his voice fell, he waved his right hand, and the chiyang sword clanged as it was unsheathed.

The sword body was crimson like blood, and the sword hum was crisp and resonant like a dragon's roar.

The moment Baili Yunche gripped the sword, his entire Aura abruptly changed, resembling an unsheathed sharp sword, sharp-edged and unstoppable.

"Setting Sun Sword Technique—Setting Sun Like Blood!"

The chiyang sword traced a crimson arc in the air, and a blood-colored phantom of the setting sun emerged at the tip of the sword.

That setting sun was like a real evening sun, hanging in the sky, emitting a warm yet fatal light.

Wherever the red light passed, the air was scorched into distortion, and a scorching Sword Intent permeated the area, forming a sharp contrast with the bone-chilling Sword Intent of the Fragmenting Star Sword Technique.

The two Sword Intents collided in the air, making a "chizhi" sound, like water and fire intermingling.

Baili Yunche's figure moved, fully unfolding the Startled Swan Swimming Dragon Step, transforming into a golden afterimage as he rushed straight toward the sky-filling stellar sword rain.

The chiyang sword in his hand was like a living creature, hacking or piercing, lifting or wiping, with every single sword strike precisely shattering a silver light spot.

Although those light spots were dense, not a single one could get close to his body.

Viewed from afar, one could only see a crimson sword light shuttling through the silver star rain. Wherever it passed, the starlight dimmed and the sword rain shattered.

"Clatter!"

The dense sounds of metal clashing were like a heavy rain beating against plantain leaves, continuous and endless.

Baili Yunche's swordsmanship was fast to the extreme, with every sword strike preempting after others, dissolving Lin Zhiping's offensive into nothingness.

His Sword Intent was at Perfection and transparent, like flowing clouds and running water, without the slightest stagnation.

Meanwhile, Lin Zhiping's swordsmanship appeared stiff and stagnant, with subtle gaps between each move that were precisely seized by Baili Yunche.

"Impossible!"

Lin Zhiping's face grew paler and paler, and beads of sweat seeped from his forehead.

He could clearly sense that in front of Baili Yunche, his own Fragmenting Star Sword Technique was like a toddler learning to walk facing an adult swordsman.

They were simply not on the same level!

Ten breaths later.

A sharp glint flashed in Baili Yunche's eyes, capturing a tiny flaw in the Fragmenting Star Sword.

Right now!

The chiyang sword thrust out abruptly, its tip precisely flicking against the hilt guard of the Fragmenting Star Sword.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, the Fragmenting Star Sword flew out of his hand, tumbling a few times in the air before embedding itself obliquely into the ground several zhang away, its sword body humming and trembling with dimming light.

Without the Flying Sword, Lin Zhiping could no longer withstand Baili Yunche's offensive.

Baili Yunche closed in and threw a punch!

"Bang!"

This punch slammed solidly into Lin Zhiping's chest, sending his entire body flying out. He crashed heavily onto the ground, rolled twice more, and finally came to a stop.

"Puff..."

Lin Zhiping spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, staining the collar of his chest red.

He lay prone on the ground, his face pale as paper, trembling all over. He struggled to crawl up, only to find that his whole body's bones felt like they had fallen apart, unable to exert any strength at all.

Baili Yunche slowly walked up to him, looking down at him from above.

"You... don't come over..."

Lin Zhiping's eyes were filled with fear, and his body involuntarily shifted backward.

He recalled the scene where Baili Yunche smashed his shield with a single punch earlier, and remembered that terrifying phantom of the thunder dragon, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

It was true that he was a Golden Core Cultivator, but he was even more a Disciple of Taixuan Peak, pampered since childhood and having never experienced true life-and-death combat.

Facing a ruthless person like Baili Yunche who had fought his way out from the Miscellaneous Chores Peak, his psychological defense line had long since collapsed.

"I... I am the Saint's man!" He shouted with a fierce expression hiding his inner cowardice, "You cannot kill me! If you kill me, Senior Brother Ji will not let you off!"

"The Saint?"

Baili Yunche smiled disdainfully, squatted down, and looked straight into Lin Zhiping's eyes.

"Tell me about it, was it Ji Kun who sent you to cause trouble for me?"

Seeing that Baili Yunche did not immediately make a move, Lin Zhiping felt slightly more at ease in his heart and quickly said:

"That's right! You crippled Fei Yangyang, and the Xiao Dan Alliance lost its Tier 2 Alchemist. No one is refining pills for Senior Brother Ji anymore."

"The Xiao Dan Alliance's revenue suddenly dropped by more than half—back when Fei Yangyang was here, he could bring tens of thousands of Spirit Stones in net profit to Senior Brother Ji every month."

"Now that Fei Yangyang is crippled, the newly recruited Alchemist's tier is not high enough, and the Medicinal Pills refined are of poor quality and cannot fetch a high price. Senior Brother Ji is very unhappy."

He swallowed his saliva and continued: "Senior Brother Ji originally wanted to come and settle accounts with you personally, but he is currently cultivating an extremely important Divine Ability and has reached the most critical moment, unable to pull himself away, so he let me... let me come and trouble you."

"It's just that you kept staying on Zixia Peak, and I didn't have the opportunity to make a move..."

Lin Zhiping's voice grew quieter and quieter, a flash of guilt crossing his eyes.

"So—" Baili Yunche's voice suddenly turned cold, "you targeted the people close to me?"

Lin Zhiping trembled all over, not daring to answer.

Baili Yunche stared at him for a moment, the chill in his eyes growing denser and denser.

After a moment, he cold-heartedly spoke: "Since you crippled Maomao's legs, I will let you taste what it feels like to have your own legs crippled."

"No—don't!"

Lin Zhiping's face showed terror, and he desperately wanted to retreat, but his body simply refused to obey.

He screamed at the top of his lungs: "You can't do this! I am a Core Disciple of Taixuan Peak! If you cripple my legs, the Sect will not let you off!"

Baili Yunche acted as if he didn't hear his words, without the slightest bit of pity in his eyes.

He poured his magic power into his right foot and stomped fiercely onto Lin Zhiping's right thigh!

"Ah——!!!"

Lin Zhiping let out a pig-slaughtering scream, a sound so shrill it made one's scalp tingle.

His thigh bone broke directly under Baili Yunche's foot, the sound of the bone shattering clearly audible.

His expression was distorted to the extreme, his facial features squeezed together, blue veins bulging on his forehead, bean-sized sweat beads rolling down, and his face pale as paper.

Expressionless, Baili Yunche moved his foot to Lin Zhiping's left thigh and stomped fiercely once again.

"Ah——!!!"

With another miserable scream, Lin Zhiping's legs were completely crippled.

He curled up on the ground, twitching all over, his eyes filled with tears, fear, and unwillingness.

He gritted his teeth, his face full of venomous resentment, his voice trembling.

"You... you..."

"You broke my legs... Senior Brother Ji will not let you off! He will definitely make you wish you were dead!"

Baili Yunche stood up, stepped on Lin Zhiping's chest, and firmly pinned him to the ground.

"Tell Ji Kun—"

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable dominance.

"When he comes out of seclusion, if he has the ability, come to Zixia Peak to find me. I, Baili Yunche, will await him at any time!"

Finished speaking, he kicked Lin Zhiping away and turned to walk toward Gu Qingyuan.

"Qingyuan, let's go."

The two turned around and swaggered away from Taixuan Peak amidst the awe-filled gazes of the surrounding Disciples.