395: Chapter 395 Resurrection (13)

Yun... is dead?

After a brief, deathly silence, two diametrically opposed extreme emotions erupted.

"Hahahaha!"

The powerful experts from the Heavenly King Hall and the Ziyang Sacred Land burst into uncontrollable ecstasy after their brief moment of shock.

"He's dead!"

"This scoundrel is finally dead!"

"The situation is settled!"

The Saint who had succeeded in the sneak attack looked at the "results" of his single strike, a contemptuous smile of mission completion appearing on his face.

The threat had been completely eradicated.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Sword Sect side plummeted from Hell into an even deeper Hell.

The Heavenly Sword Saint Ancestor momentarily lost his focus.

How could this be?

Could my judgment have been wrong?

This Ancient Powerhouse who could trigger ten chimes from the Ancestral Master's Saint Weapon and walked out of the Chaos of the Boundary Sea is just gone like that?

This shouldn't be his end.

Zhu Wen's reaction was even more intense than the Saint Ancestor's.

He looked at the spot where Wang Yun had dissipated, his eyes instantly turning crimson as his rationality was swallowed by fury and grief.

That was his benefactor.

His guide.

Now, he was dead.

"I will kill you all!"

Zhu Wen roared to the sky, recklessly pushing his entire cultivation to its limit, about to rush at the group of laughing enemies to perish together with them.

Amidst this chaotic intertwining of despair and ecstasy...

A calm voice rang out without warning deep within everyone's Divine Soul.

"Everyone, aren't you celebrating a bit too early?"

Everyone's movements froze.

The smiles of those laughing Saints and Venerables stiffened on their faces.

Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned toward the patch of Void Realm where Wang Yun had just dissipated.

There was nothing there.

But the voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Popping the champagne at halftime isn't a good habit."

The moment the words fell...

At the center of that void, a faint point of light lit up.

Immediately after, countless points of light appeared out of thin air, rapidly converging like fireflies in the dark night.

A blurry humanoid silhouette slowly coalesced amidst the gathering light.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Yun's figure reappeared before everyone, completely intact.

It was as if the scene just now had been a mere illusion.

This was the Divine Ability of the Yin-Yang Indestructible Body: immortality and indestructibility. As long as there was sufficient indestructible power in the body, one could resurrect an infinite number of times.

To him, death was nothing more than a brief rest.

What was even more terrifying...

After Wang Yun resurrected, the aura on his body did not decrease but instead rose.

A pressure far more powerful than before erupted from him with a bang.

God Realm Early Stage.

God Realm Middle Stage!

He had died just once, and his cultivation had broken through a minor Realm.

"This... how is this possible!"

The Saint who had performed the sneak attack was left with nothing but horror and incomprehension on his face.

Wang Yun ignored him.

He looked at Zhu Wen, who was trembling beside him with grief and indignation, and spoke calmly.

"If you want revenge, you must have the ability."

"Watch closely; I will only teach you this one sword strike."

The words fell.

Wang Yun held his fingers together like a sword and made a casual slash toward the Saint who had ambushed him.

Only a seemingly ordinary sword light flew out from his fingertips.

The moment that sword light appeared, it ignored the distance of space and appeared directly in front of that Saint.

Warning signs flared in the Saint's heart; he felt himself locked onto by an invincible will.

Contained within that sword light was the true intent of "Punish"—to Punish Heaven, punish earth, and punish everything.

In his haste, he pushed his Saint Realm Law to the limit, laying down layer upon layer of defense in front of him.

However, it was useless.

The sword light fell.

All Law defenses shattered layer by layer like paper.

*Pfft!*

The Saint was struck as if by lightning, his entire body flying backward as he spat out a large mouthful of scalding Saint blood.

He looked down at the sword wound on his chest that was deep enough to see bone; upon the wound, a domineering will was destroying his vitality.

His face held nothing but thick disbelief.

The entire field fell into a deathly silence once again.

A God Realm cultivator had wounded a Saint with a single sword strike.

This was a legend never before seen in ancient history.

Zhu Wen stared blankly at this scene; he saw clearly the will contained in that sword strike—the will to punish everything and be invincible.

His mind shook violently, as if the gates to a new world had opened before his eyes.

He gained a completely new realization of the sword Dao he had always adhered to.

Just as the Heavenly Sword Sect's morale was greatly boosted...

"Attack together! Don't give him a chance!"

The Saint from the Heavenly King Hall reacted; seizing the opening right after Wang Yun had issued a strike, he decisively launched a second sneak attack.

This attack was even more powerful and determined than the last.

Wang Yun seemed unable to react in time, his figure once again swallowed by the violent Saint Realm Law, "dying" before everyone.

"Haha! I knew it! He must have used some kind of one-time secret technique!"

Seeing this, the Heavenly King Hall Saint laughed loudly.

"Let's see how you survive this time!"

However, his laughter had not yet subsided.

Under the gazes of the crowd, which had grown even more smug and certain...

Wang Yun's figure was reborn out of thin air once again.

Furthermore, after absorbing the energy of two Saint attacks, the aura on his body surged once more.

God Realm Middle Stage.

God Realm Late Stage!

Feeling the surging power within his body, Wang Yun couldn't help but feel a hint of emotion.

So that's how it is.

No wonder that indestructible will could only be suppressed and not destroyed.

This unkillable characteristic was indeed a type of unsolvable despair for any enemy.

The two Saints who had ambushed him were completely dumbfounded.

The smugness and ecstasy on their faces turned into endless horror and fury.

This monster truly couldn't be killed.

"Gentlemen, it's my turn."

Wang Yun's voice was like a life-claiming curse.

The two Saints who had ambushed him were completely enraged; they no longer held anything back.

"Kill!"

They simultaneously activated the "Dao" they had comprehended, turning it into physical Law Domains that crushed toward Wang Yun from the left and right.

The Dao of Fire turned into a Sky-Burning Purgatory.

The Dao of Thunder turned into a Ten-Thousand-Foot Sea of Lightning.

They wanted to completely obliterate this anomaly, Wang Yun, from the very root.

Facing the unreserved Dao Realm suppression of two Saints, a cold smile appeared on Wang Yun's face.

"Comparing 'Dao' with me?"

"I have long since attained the Dao."

Instead of retreating, he advanced, proactively walking into those two world-destroying Law Domains.

The next moment...

Wang Yun's own "Dao" also unfolded.

"What kind of joke is this? A God Realm junior has actually comprehended the Dao?"

The expressions of the two Saints instantly froze.

In the perception of the Saint who activated the Dao of Fire, everything around him disappeared.

Heaven and earth did not exist; nothing was manifest.

There was only a towering, grand figure holding an ancient sword whose appearance could not be clearly seen.

With one sword strike, he punished the earth.

With another strike, he punished heaven.

With three strikes, he punished Emperors.

With four strikes, he punished Immortals.

That terrifying will that stood above all and cut down everything made his proud Dao of Fire seem so laughable and so minuscule.

Finally, that figure turned around and looked at him with a sword strike.

"No!"

The Saint let out a desperate hiss; his "Dao" instantly collapsed before this Supreme will.

On the other side...

The scene seen by the Saint who activated the Dao of Thunder was equally terrifying.

In his perception, he felt as if he had returned tens of thousands of years ago to his days as a weak and helpless Mortal youth who had just stepped onto the path of cultivation.

A grand figure, seemingly as tall as heaven and earth, a "Supreme," stood before him.

That "Supreme" did not make any movement, but simply looked down at him with eyes that viewed him as an ant.

With just a single glance...

That Supreme pressure caused an irreparable crack to appear directly in his Dao Heart.

*Pfft!*

*Pfft!*

In the real world, under everyone's horrified gazes...

Those two insufferably arrogant Saint powerhouses seemed to suffer some unspeakable, terrifying attack.

They simultaneously spat out a large mouthful of blood, the auras on their bodies declining sharply as their eyes filled with fear and bewilderment.

Their Dao had been broken.