Chapter 87

"Who are you?"

"I am the one who will kill you!"

The thin figure, without any hesitation, swung his fists with intense power, relentlessly attacking the heavily wounded Yunzhonglong, just like he was killing the Five Poisons.

Golden-red light burst forth, illuminating the area with fiery sparks, causing the grass and trees to fly and some to ignite into embers.

"Looking for death!"

Despite being at the peak of the True Forging Realm, Yunzhonglong, though severely injured and his strength greatly diminished, still wielded his silver sword with sharp, cold, and fierce sword light.

Although not as prominent as the thirteen python-like sword beams before, his mastery of the Lonely Cloud Thirteen Swords still produced about five or six.

From this, it was evident that Yunzhonglong's strength was at most a quarter of what it used to be.

"Hmph!"

Feeling the pressure increase, the thin figure coldly snorted, and the movement of his fists suddenly changed, releasing a powerful and overwhelming aura that spread fiercely in all directions.

"This... This is 'Momentum'!"

Yunzhonglong felt his sword technique suddenly slow down, his face showing shock.

In the glow of the true qi and the moonlight, with his keen eyesight, he could clearly see that the person in front of him, wearing a cloak and with wild, dancing hair, was a young boy.

And he was definitely under twenty years old!

"Yunzhonglong, who is Dahuazi?"

Lichen suddenly roared as he delivered a series of Tiger Roar Storm Fists.

"Dahuazi? It's you who did it!"

Yunzhonglong suddenly realized that everything might be related to the young boy in front of him.

Thinking of his brother's death and Lichen's ability to comprehend 'Momentum' at such a young age, his potential was enough to threaten Ye Guyun.

Immediately, his sword technique became even more fierce, showing signs of breaking through the 'Momentum' suppression.

"All your henchmen have already gone ahead, they are all waiting for you in the netherworld!"

Lichen's gaze was resolute as he moved like a dragon, weaving through the cloud-like sword light, continuously attacking Yunzhonglong from behind.

"Damn! Pfft!"

Yunzhonglong, enraged, forcefully used his true qi, aggravating his injuries and spitting out a spray of blood.

But with the release of this blood, his internal injuries seemed to stabilize, and his sword technique became even more fierce, with several more dragon-like sword beams appearing in the cloud of light.

"Phantom Cloud Collapse!"

The wind rushed to his face, and without time to think, Lichen suddenly dispersed his fist momentum, his hands moving up and down like waves, seemingly slow but actually fast, and vice versa, creating countless palm shadows.

Clang! Clang!

Amidst the golden light, the silver sword struck Lichen's palms, as if being deflected by a rapidly spinning windmill, continuously bouncing away. Yunzhonglong was shocked by the immense force transmitted through the sword, making him feel like he might lose his grip on the hilt.

Moreover, this feeling grew stronger, and if he didn't withdraw his sword technique, he would surely be knocked away.

Refusing to believe it, Yunzhonglong circulated the remaining true qi in his body, trying to increase his strength.

Clang!

A sharp sound rang out, and the windmill on the other side instantly expanded, dispersing four or five of the python-like sword beams.

"Opportunity! Tiger Fang Storm Kill!"

An indescribable momentum suddenly surged, and with the added power of his fists, the golden-red true qi became even more fierce, faintly emitting the sounds of tiger roars and dragon calls.

Bang!

A powerful punch, shaped like a tiger, struck Yunzhonglong's chest as Lichen approached.

Pfft!

Struck again, Yunzhonglong spat out a stream of blood and was sent flying backward.

Before he could land, Lichen fiercely stomped his foot, leaped up, and with his knees bent, descended like a meteor.

Bang!

A muffled sound mixed with the sound of bone cracking, Yunzhonglong's eyes blurred with pain, and he struggled to wield his silver sword, which had already flown several yards away.

"Who is Dahuazi!"

Lichen rolled to his feet, his eyes fixed on the fierce bandit who had roamed the ancient Cangshan Mountains for decades.

"Cough, cough, you young whelp, dreaming! Pfft!"

Yunzhonglong coughed violently, spitting out a clump of black blood, his face instantly turning ashen.

"Poisoned!"

Lichen's expression changed, his mood fluctuating: "You were a formidable figure, able to escape from my senior brother's hands. I'll leave you a whole body... What a powerful poison!"

Yunzhonglong's body hissed and bubbled, emitting a foul odor, and with a soft pop, turned into a puddle of pus.

Fortunately, Lichen had dodged quickly; otherwise, if he had been touched by the poison, it would have been uncertain whether he could have resisted it. Although his cultivation and the *Pure Yang Technique* could suppress poisons, a poison that could turn a peak True Forging Realm martial artist into blood was no simple matter.

Pity Yunzhonglong, a peak True Forging Realm expert, who had mastered the Heavenly Cloud Thirteen Swords to perfection, was ultimately forced to die here.

"Damn, the storage bag!"

Lichen's expression changed, and he lit a fire to search for Yunzhonglong's storage bag in the pus and blood. "Where is it? Ah, this is it?"

Suddenly, he saw a black, ancient iron ring in the pus and blood, emitting a faint, dark light under the firelight, which he might have missed otherwise.

Just as he was about to reach for it, remembering the poison, he looked around and saw the fallen silver sword nearby. He quickly ran over, picked up the sword, and used it to pick out the iron ring.

The fact that it remained intact in such a powerful poison was a testament to its quality.

Opening the storage bag, he took out a jar of wine and poured it over the iron ring.

Gurgle!

Washed by the wine, the iron ring revealed its true appearance, adorned with thirteen ancient, cloud-like patterns, making it look very ancient.

It was likely the symbol of the Heavenly Cloud Thirteen Bandits.

"Storage ring!"

Lichen's eyes lit up, instantly narrowing into a crescent. According to legend, there were only a few such treasures in the entire Xuan Yun Sect.

Although the quality of storage bags varied, the largest was only about a square meter. But as far as he knew, even the lowest-grade storage ring had a space of about three meters, or ten meters.

Of course, with Lichen's current cultivation, he couldn't open it; at least he needed the true qi of a late-stage True Forging Realm to meet the standard.

He carefully stored the storage ring close to his body, losing interest in the other treasures on Yunzhonglong's body, whistled, and darted away into the distance.

Whoosh!

What he didn't know was that shortly after he left, a figure suddenly appeared beside the puddle of pus where Yunzhonglong had turned, a white-haired figure holding a sword, none other than the departing Ye Guyun.

"You were my uncle, but I will not bury you in the family tomb, nor will I erect a tombstone for you.

In three years, if he cannot block my three swords, he will die, and the ancestral Guyun Ring and the Guyun Thirteen Swords will not be left outside!"

Ye Guyun's expression was indifferent as he reached down and suddenly pulled out several scattered pieces of golden foil from the puddle of pus.

As he spoke, his figure flickered and he disappeared instantly. This white-haired Grim Reaper was not afraid of the poison water; what kind of extraordinary cultivation had he practiced?