The sky above the Azure Sky Sect had never looked so terrifying.
A massive vortex spun violently in the heavens, tearing open the fabric of the lower martial world. Dark lightning flashed across the clouds as a terrifying presence slowly descended from the portal.
At the center of the vortex floated a single figure.
Mo Wuying.
His black robes fluttered like living shadows, and his eyes glowed with faint purple light. The aura surrounding him was so overwhelming that many disciples collapsed to their knees instantly.
Even the elders felt suffocated.
This was the difference between the Upper Martial World and the lower realms.
Mo Wuying looked down calmly at the ruined arena where the tournament had just ended.
His gaze finally stopped on one person.
Lin Ye.
"So," Mo Wuying said calmly, his voice echoing like thunder across the mountain.
"We finally meet."
Lin Ye tilted his head and scratched his ear casually.
"You know, for someone so powerful, you really enjoy dramatic entrances."
Several disciples nearly fainted hearing someone talk to an Upper World cultivator like that.
Mo Wuying smiled faintly.
"Confidence. I admire that."
"But unfortunately, your destiny belongs to me."
Lin Ye raised the Shadow Dragon Spear onto his shoulder.
"Everyone keeps saying that."
"Why don't you try taking it?"
Before Mo Wuying could respond—
Two figures stepped beside Lin Ye.
Su Qingyue drew her sword, her icy aura spreading across the battlefield like winter frost.
"We will not allow it."
Beside her, Mu Ling'er cracked her knuckles lazily.
Red demonic energy began leaking from her body like flames.
"You're picking a fight with our idiot."
"That means you're picking a fight with us."
Lin Ye looked between them and sighed dramatically.
"…I feel like a princess being rescued."
Su Qingyue's eyebrow twitched.
"Focus."
Mu Ling'er laughed.
"After we beat him, I might actually carry you like one."
Above them, Mo Wuying watched with mild amusement.
"How touching."
"Three ants standing together."
He slowly raised his hand.
"Let me demonstrate the difference between worlds."
BOOM.
An invisible pressure slammed downward like a mountain.
The entire arena cracked.
Several elders collapsed instantly.
But Lin Ye's body suddenly erupted with dark energy.
Inside his mind—
DING.
System notification flashed brightly.
Heaven-Slaughter Form Activated.
Dark wings of energy burst from his back.
Lin Ye grinned.
"Alright."
"Let's get started."
He disappeared instantly.
"Shadow Step!"
WHOOSH!
The spear pierced toward Mo Wuying like a streak of darkness.
At the same time—
Su Qingyue attacked.
"Moonfall Slash!"
A brilliant arc of silver sword light cut across the sky.
Mu Ling'er's demonic flames exploded.
"Demon Lotus Inferno!"
Three terrifying attacks collided with Mo Wuying simultaneously.
BOOOOOOM!
The explosion shook the entire mountain.
Dust and shattered stone filled the air.
For a moment—
No one could see anything.
The disciples held their breath.
When the smoke finally cleared…
Mo Wuying was still floating in the sky.
Completely unharmed.
Not even a wrinkle in his robe.
Lin Ye blinked.
"…Wow."
"That's rude."
Mo Wuying lowered his hand slowly.
"You see?"
"This is the difference between us."
Then he flicked his finger.
A tiny beam of dark energy shot toward Lin Ye.
The attack looked harmless.
But Lin Ye's instincts screamed danger.
He raised the spear instantly.
CLANG!
The beam collided with the weapon.
The impact blasted Lin Ye across the arena like a cannonball.
BOOM!
He crashed through three stone pillars before finally stopping.
Mu Ling'er's eyes widened.
"Lin Ye!"
Su Qingyue rushed forward.
But Lin Ye slowly stood up from the rubble.
He wiped dust from his clothes.
"…Okay."
"That actually hurt."
Then he smiled again.
"But now I'm getting excited."
Mo Wuying looked slightly interested.
"Oh?"
Lin Ye raised the spear again.
"Round two."