Sun Yu had the look of someone who had already decided their fate, and the five Transcendent Realm cultivators from Youhan Grotto-heaven were completely thrown off by it.
True, this kid had crossed an entire major realm in two years, but he was still only at the seventh layer of the Shenyou Realm. Facing the five of them, what chance could he possibly have to fight back?
So why wasn't this kid the least bit afraid? He was even looking at them with the gaze of a cat toying with a mouse.
After a moment's hesitation, the leading middle-aged man barked, "You little bastard, putting on some act — let's see how you think you can kill us!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand and roared, "Grab the kid! Kill the old man!"
The four behind him sprang into action, each one moving like lightning. In the blink of an eye they had closed the distance to Ling Jian and his disciple.
One lunged for Sun Yu, intending to capture him alive. The other three attacked Ling Jian without mercy, determined to finish him in a single strike.
Ling Jian hadn't even had time to react before the three attacks were already upon him. A cold sweat broke out across his body as he thought, My life ends here!
But the next moment, something bizarre happened.
All four charging figures — the Transcendent Realm cultivator who had grabbed Sun Yu's arm and the three attacking Ling Jian — froze in place as if struck by some curse. Then expressions of unbearable agony twisted their faces. Every one of them clutched their head with both hands, collapsed to the ground, and let out wretched screams.
The divine sense within their spiritual seas had violently erupted in disarray, as though some attack was tearing their consciousness apart.
The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed sharply as he shouted a question at them.
But he received no reply.
In barely five breaths' time, the four had gone completely still. They lay rigid on the ground, their life force extinguished, eyes wide open in death.
Ling Jian stared at the scene in stunned disbelief, his eyes nearly popping from their sockets.
Sun Yu was gasping for air as well, struggling to steady his nerves. That Youhan Grotto-heaven warrior had actually gotten a hold of his arm — and then this happened in an instant.
Overjoyed, he glanced around. He knew. This had to be the work of Senior Yang.
Truly worthy of being a master!
Four Transcendent Realm cultivators — opponents he and his master couldn't have touched — had just died without anyone understanding how. And judging from the middle-aged man's expression, he clearly hadn't noticed a thing either.
Sun Yu's heart settled completely. A savage grin spread across his face as he looked toward the middle-aged man.
Meeting his gaze, the middle-aged man couldn't help but stumble back several steps, a bone-deep chill surging through his entire body.
"Kid — was that you?" The middle-aged man still couldn't believe it, his voice trembling as he demanded an answer.
"I see no reason to answer a dead man." Sun Yu wore the expression of someone completely at ease. He extended a single finger and pointed it at the middle-aged man from a distance.
The middle-aged man was terrified. He let out a wild cry, activated his Artifact to shield himself, and bolted.
He had no idea what tricks this youth named Sun Yu had pulled. His four companions, whose strength was comparable to his own, had just dropped dead without warning. If he stayed, he would certainly be next.
The Dragon Emperor's inheritance — was it really this unfathomably bizarre?
No matter what, he had to get this information to the two Sage Realm seniors within the sect so they could be on guard.
"Die!" Sun Yu barked.
The moment his voice rang out, the middle-aged man — already dozens of zhang away — suddenly let out a scream. Just like the other four, he clutched his head with both hands and pitched face-first into the ground, skidding a long distance before coming to rest, his soul departing to the afterlife, eyes dim and lifeless.
Five Transcendent Realm cultivators, dead just like that. Sun Yu's face flushed red with excitement as he kept glancing around, wearing the expression of someone eager for praise.
"Well done. Keep up the act." Sure enough, Senior Yang's voice echoed through his mind. Sun Yu's spirits soared. He felt his entire body flooded with energy, wishing he could fly straight to Youhan Grotto-heaven's main sect right now and slaughter his way through.
"You little..." Ling Jian's lips were trembling, his face pale. He stammered, "You... you killed five Transcendent Realm cultivators?"
Even now, Ling Jian couldn't believe it. Everything before his eyes felt too ethereal, too absurd.
He still remembered that two years ago, this disciple of his couldn't even defeat a single warrior of the same level. And now, two years later, he had dispatched five formidable enemies — ones that Ling Jian himself couldn't hope to match — with a mere wave of his hand.
Ling Jian couldn't shake the disorienting sensation that he was trapped in a dream.
"No, Master — it's the Dragon Emperor's inheritance." Sun Yu didn't have the heart to deceive his master, so he answered diplomatically.
Ling Jian froze for a moment, then burst into tears. "Heaven has eyes! Heaven has eyes!"
"Master, forget about the Twin Pavilion. I'm going to find the Lord and help the sect overcome this crisis!"