Chapter 86

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Under the dim night sky, two streaks of lightning-fast light shot across the flat ground, quickly leaving Songyang City behind.

After dashing for dozens of miles, the two figures finally stopped on a small hill.

By the moonlight, it was clear that they were Yun Zhonglong and Ye Guyun.

"You've grown up!"

If anyone were there, they would be shocked by Yun Zhonglong's words, which clearly indicated a deep familiarity with Ye Guyun.

"..."

Ye Guyun remained silent.

"Follow me. With your talent, you will never be confined to Xuanyun Sect. Here, you will only be limited in your development!"

Yun Zhonglong, the ruthless bandit who had killed countless people, unexpectedly showed a hint of familial affection.

If anyone heard his words, they would be utterly astonished. Ye Guyun, who always viewed bandits as mortal enemies, was actually Yun Zhonglong's son.

This was absolutely the biggest joke in the history of the Xuantian Continent.

"My surname is Ye!"

His voice was hoarse and indifferent, unchanged. Ye Guyun's white hair fluttered in the cold wind, exuding an indescribable loneliness.

"Is this incident related to you?"

Yun Zhonglong's expression changed slightly, becoming somewhat gloomy.

The images of his seven brothers' tragic deaths flashed through his mind. On this mission, the fourth brother died unexpectedly, leaving only Wudu by his side. When he returned to the valley, he saw only seven piles of ashes.

He came to Songyang City to gather information and learned that the weapons his brothers had carried for decades were being sold.

Even someone as indifferent to life as he was felt an uncontrollable rage. After finding the Guan brothers, they told him that the person who killed the Thirteen Bandits would be at the auction.

In the end, he saw Guan Shubei holding the second brother's wind-rain fan. After a series of questions, Guan Shubei remained defiant, insisting that he had stolen it from a beggar.

At that moment, Yun Zhonglong was both angry and amused.

So, he concluded that Guan Shubei was a wicked child who had stolen treasures from the pavilion. To protect his father and uncles, he decided to poison Guan Shubei in front of them, making the Guan brothers taste the pain of losing a loved one.

As for the scene at the auction, it was a strategy Yun Zhonglong had planned long ago. With Wudu's assistance, he could easily escape in the chaos.

But seeing his son, who had never disobeyed him, now showing such determination, he couldn't help but wonder if this incident was related to him.

Ye Guyun slowly shook his head.

"Then who is it? Why don't you want to follow me?"

Yun Zhonglong knew Ye Guyun's character. If he had done it, he would have admitted it without hesitation.

"You are my enemy!"

Ye Guyun looked at him with a cold, emotionless gaze.

"Enemy?"

Yun Zhonglong was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "Haha, enemy? If you are my enemy, then come and kill me! What? Afraid? The Guyun Sword is in your hand now. This sword, I deliberately left it with the Guan brothers, waiting for the day you would come to retrieve it. I never thought they would hide it for so many years!"

Swoosh! Swoosh!

The sharp edge of the sword rubbed against the scabbard, a cold gleam shining in the night sky, extremely intimidating.

"Would you dare to kill me?"

Seeing Ye Guyun slowly draw his sword, Yun Zhonglong was somewhat incredulous. Then his expression relaxed: "Yun'er, I know you resent me for leaving you at Xuanyun Sect for ten years, but you must understand that I did it for your own good!"

"Draw your sword!"

Ye Guyun held the sword in his right hand, assuming a strange and mysterious stance.

"Rebel, would you really dare to strike me? Don't forget, you have the Five Insect Poison in your heart. If you don't take the antidote on time, even the Sect Master of Xuanyun Sect can't help you!"

Sensing the change in Ye Guyun's aura, Yun Zhonglong finally changed his expression, shouting fiercely.

"Draw your sword, let me see how far you've advanced in the Thirteen Heavenly Cloud Swords!"

Surprisingly, this was the longest sentence Ye Guyun had ever spoken, and a chilling aura surged from his body.

"Looking for death, it seems I need to teach you a lesson to make you understand your place!"

Yun Zhonglong's expression was extremely gloomy. Instead of drawing his sword, he reached into his chest and took out a dark red whistle, blowing it.

Swoosh!

A sharp, piercing sound echoed through the air, but there was no visible change.

He blew it repeatedly, but Ye Guyun did not react as he had expected, writhing in pain on the ground.

"How is this possible? The Five Insect Poison has taken root in your heart. Even a Danxuan Realm master can't remove it. How can you be unharmed?"

Yun Zhonglong's voice trembled, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Did you forget the purpose of sending me to Xuanyun Sect?"

A hint of red light appeared in Ye Guyun's eyes, the first sign of emotion he had shown.

"The Sword Tomb, you entered the Sword Tomb. Then you cultivated the Sword Seed, that's it, your white hair..."

Yun Zhonglong suddenly understood, pointing at Ye Guyun in a daze.

"Ten years to hone a sword, my hair turned white!"

A somewhat low voice came from Ye Guyun.

"Haha, good, to see the legendary Sword Seed is worth a lifetime. Come, let me see how far you've advanced in the Xuanyun Heavenly Sword Technique!"

Yun Zhonglong seemed to go mad, suddenly drawing the silver sword at his waist.

A streak of sword light, like a ribbon, trembled in the air, resembling swirling clouds and dragons. Suddenly, thirteen fierce dragon shadows emerged, lunging at the dazed Ye Guyun.

This sword strike revealed the power of a Ganyuan Realm expert.

Yun Zhonglong's eyes flashed with intense light, clearly not speaking his final words. He was confident that even a Ganyuan Realm beginner would be flustered facing this sword.

Buzz!

The Guyun Sword suddenly trembled, just like Yun Zhonglong's Thirteen Heavenly Cloud Swords, transforming into countless clouds. From them, thirteen dragon shadows also emerged.

No, it was fourteen, and there was a faint dragon roar.

Boom!

The two sword lights collided, and a powerful force shot out, sending grass and stones flying.

Thud!

A bloodied figure rolled to the side, the silver sword clattering to the ground. It was Yun Zhonglong.

"Cough, cough, I never thought you would have cultivated the Thirteen Heavenly Cloud Swords to such a realm. In time, you will surely transcend the Danxuan Realm. Even if I die today, I will have no regrets!"

Yun Zhonglong spat out a mouthful of blood, staggering to his feet, a smile on his face.

"Go!"

Ye Guyun did not show any joy in victory, slowly sheathing the Guyun Sword.

"You... you won't kill me?"

Yun Zhonglong was stunned.

Ye Guyun turned and left, his voice faint from a distance.

"From now on, there is only the Thirteen Heavenly Cloud Swords!"

"Yun'er, it seems you know everything. Sister, I am sorry to you!"

Tears streamed down Yun Zhonglong's face as he picked up the silver sword and staggered toward the other side of the hill.

Unfortunately, his heavily injured body did not take him far before a figure blocked his path.