"Fight? Of course I am going to continue the fight!"
Jian Wuhen’s eyes flickered, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Along with this eerie smile, wisps of gray aura suddenly diffused outward, instantly covering his entire face.
His eyes suddenly turned grayish-white, eerie and evil, as if they were devoid of any human emotion. His entire aura changed from that of a sharp swordsman to that of an incredibly strange devil.
"Hahaha!"
He grinned and laughed wildly. "Li Yun, I really did not expect that it would be because of you that my identity was exposed. However, to be able to wipe out a genius like you, even if my identity is exposed, it is completely worth it. Hahahaha!"
"What is going on?"
"This aura... is this not the aura that only cultivators from the Evil Spirit Hall, one of the four halls of the Ironblood Sect, possess?"
"Jian Wuhen is actually a member of the Ironblood Sect?"
At this moment, everyone was stunned, finding it difficult to accept the reality before them.
The second-ranked powerhouse on the Earth Ranking, the top Inner Sect Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the one the sect had high hopes for, believing he would succeed Qin Yuehan as their strongest expert, was actually a member of the Ironblood Sect.
If this news spread, the entire Azure Void Region would be shaken, and the Heavenly Sword Sect would suffer a significant blow.
"Senior Brother Jian Wuhen is actually a demonic cult spy?"
Many disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect stood dazed.
In their hearts, the elegant yet sharp Jian Wuhen had always been their idol. He had been the goal they chased and aspired to surpass.
But now, their idol had crumbled.
The prestigious Heavenly Sword Sect, the second most powerful force in the Azure Void Region, had meticulously nurtured a disciple who was actually a demonic cult spy. One could imagine that once this spread, the entire Heavenly Sword Sect would become a laughingstock.
And if they wanted to wash away this shame, there was only one way.
For a moment, everyone’s gaze turned toward Li Yun. Whether it was Chi Liuyang and Mo Shanhe, who had old grudges with him, Senior Sister Lan Yue, who had some friendship with him, or the ordinary disciples of the sect, a single thought rose in all their hearts.
Jian Wuhen had to be defeated, and he had to be defeated by Li Yun, who also came from the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Only then could they wash away the shame and clear the sect’s name.
"Li Yun, you must defeat Jian Wuhen!"
"Li Yun, it is up to you!"
Many Heavenly Sword Sect disciples roared in anger at the same time. Not far away, more cultivators looked on with heavy expressions, watching Li Yun solemnly.
With such a thing happening to the Heavenly Sword Sect, they were not in the mood to mock them. If even the Heavenly Sword Sect could be infiltrated, no one knew how far the Ironblood Sect’s reach had already extended.
In normal times, they could fight among themselves, but when facing the Ironblood Sect, the greatest cancer of the Azure Void Region, all cultivators would unite against the common enemy.
In this battle, Li Yun had to win.
"The people of the Ironblood Sect really are persistent."
On the small floating island, Li Yun’s gaze was cold. Looking at Jian Wuhen, who was now filled with evil aura, his expression turned indifferent.
This was not his first time dealing with the Ironblood Sect.
Moreover, the actions of the Ironblood Sect were precisely what Li Yun detested and rejected the most.
As a cultivator, it was impossible to be as restricted as a mortal. However, the way the Ironblood Sect acted, without any bottom line and with wanton slaughter, was something he could not accept.
"Since you are a member of the Ironblood Sect, I must slay you today."
Li Yun raised his sword and pointed it at Jian Wuhen, his voice cold to the extreme.
"Is that so?"
Jian Wuhen laughed loudly.
By now, his aura had completely transformed. His black hair had turned gray, his pupils had become grayish-white, and his entire being emitted an incredibly strange and evil aura.
He laughed wildly and said, "Li Yun, you are not naive enough to think that you still have a chance to turn things around at this point, are you?"
"Since I have exposed my identity in front of so many people, do you think there is any possibility of you surviving?"
He continued laughing madly. "Today is the anniversary of your death, Li Yun. Not just you, but Feng Qingxiao, Ye Qingmu, Mo Qingyao, and all the geniuses of the Seven Great Powers will be slain by me one by one. You will be the first."
"Evil Spirit Sword!"
Jian Wuhen suddenly attacked.
With a fierce swing of his sword, gray Sword Qi whistled out, stretching for dozens of feet. The air echoed with the sounds of ghosts wailing and gods howling. The Sword Qi was even accompanied by terrifying ghost faces, emitting an incredibly cold and sinister aura.
This strike was evil to the extreme, causing the surrounding cultivators to change expression as an immense feeling of oppression rose in their hearts.
This oppressive feeling seemed to spring from the depths of their souls. It made them incredibly uncomfortable, as if their throats were being squeezed, and as if they were drowning while unable to swim, almost suffocating where they stood.
"Evil spirits and monsters, how dare you act so insolently?"
Li Yun snorted coldly and suddenly swung his sword.
A strand of Sword Qi instantly swept across the world like a rainbow piercing the sun, completely tearing the gray Sword Qi apart.
"Phew!"
Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. Cold sweat poured down their bodies as lingering fear filled their hearts.
They had always heard that the Ironblood Sect’s methods were strange and evil, but those had only been rumors. Today, they had finally experienced it for themselves.
It had clearly looked like an ordinary strike, yet it carried such overwhelming pressure that they found it difficult to even mobilize their power to resist. Moreover, they had not even been the targets. They were only bystanders caught in the aftermath.
If they had been in Li Yun’s position, would they not have been crushed to death by that evil aura before the Sword Qi even arrived?
"Li Yun, you are indeed strong, but no matter how strong you are, you must die today."
Jian Wuhen laughed loudly.
A large drum suddenly appeared before him. The drum was ten feet in diameter and built entirely from white bones. Just looking at it gave people a hair-raising feeling.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Jian Wuhen struck the Bone Drum with his palm.
One strike after another, he hit the drum eighteen times in the blink of an eye. With every strike, the Bone Drum emitted an incredibly evil demonic sound.
Suddenly, phantom images of evil spirits rose from the Bone Drum along with the sinister drumbeats. Their numbers were enormous, and in an instant, thousands upon thousands of evil spirits emerged.
The weakest among these evil spirits were at the Spirit Mansion Realm, while the strongest had reached the Half-Step Heavenly Core Realm.
Tens of thousands of evil spirits emitted scalp-numbing laughter. They gathered into a force like an army of demons crawling out of the Underworld, unstoppable as they surged toward Li Yun.
"My god!"
"What kind of technique is this? What on earth did Jian Wuhen do?"
"Terrifying. This is truly terrifying. Even a powerhouse at the 1st level of Heavenly Core Realm probably could not stop so many evil spirits."
"How can he block it? How on earth is he supposed to block this move?"
Everyone looked at Li Yun, and under their unblinking gazes, Li Yun finally made his move.
"Soul Suppressing Nine Strikes, Third Strike!"
"Soul Sword Control Art!"
He let out a sharp cry, and six hundred and sixty-six precious swords whistled out simultaneously. With the enhancement of the Flowing Cloud Formation Diagram, they erupted with an incomparably sharp aura.

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