"Want to know the whereabouts of Wen Xin Yun's mother? Fine. Hand over the Qiu Long Root, and my Wen family will tell you!"
Wen Yang was about to speak, but a powerful, domineering shout interrupted him.
At the same time, a terrifying pressure descended, and Lin Jiufeng saw a middle-aged man in purple, bald, with a black mole the size of a thumb on his forehead, from which a few hairs were sprouting.
Upon his arrival, he shot a glance that immediately silenced Wen Yang.
"Thirteenth Ancestor!" Wen Yang greeted respectfully.
Wen Thirteenth, his direct ancestor, was not someone to be disrespected.
Wen Thirteenth nodded, hands behind his back, then turned to Lin Jiufeng and said coldly and arrogantly, "Hand over the Qiu Long Root."
Lin Jiufeng, holding Wen Xin Yun, stared at Wen Thirteenth and said coldly, "The Qiu Long Root was promised by your Wen family to help Wen Xin Yun recover her injuries. Now, you want to go back on your word?"
Wen Thirteenth sneered, "She is a member of the Wen family, and it was the Wen family that gave her life. Naturally, she must sacrifice for the family. Besides, a little girl like her is not worth using the Qiu Long Root, a divine medicine."
"The Qiu Long Root is a divine medicine, and it should be kept for us to use. Wasting it on a seventh-tier girl is a sheer waste."
Wen Xin Yun was furious, glaring at Wen Thirteenth.
Lin Jiufeng immediately used his true energy to calm Wen Xin Yun's emotions. "Don't be afraid, your master is here."
"Master, they are going back on their word, betraying us... my mother..." Wen Xin Yun said urgently.
Lin Jiufeng comforted her gently, "Trust your master. Leave this to me."
Wen Xin Yun, feeling wronged, pressed her head against Lin Jiufeng's chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Thump, thump, thump!
Rapid, like the sound of a drum, stirring the blood within, rushing like a dragon hidden in the deep abyss.
The Wen family's betrayal enraged Lin Jiufeng.
But he did not act immediately. Instead, he suppressed his anger and glared at Wen Yang. "The Qiu Long Root was your proposal. What is this now? Are you tricking Wen Xin Yun into dissipating her cultivation?"
Wen Yang lowered his head in shame, not daring to meet Lin Jiufeng's eyes.
Wen Thirteenth snorted, "Wen Xin Yun is a descendant of my Wen family. If she can contribute to the family's survival, it is her honor."
"I honor your mother!" Lin Jiufeng suddenly turned, staring at Wen Thirteenth's bald head, and cursed loudly.
Wen Thirteenth's eyes widened in disbelief, his body trembling with anger.
He was cursed at?
It had been how many years since someone dared to insult him? The last time was thousands of years ago, before he reached the Tenth Tier.
"You... you dare to curse me?" Wen Thirteenth was furious, pointing at Lin Jiufeng, his anger overwhelming, causing the sky to darken.
"You clearly not only have a bad head, but you also have bad ears," Lin Jiufeng scoffed, holding Wen Xin Yun. He sneered at Wen Thirteenth, his internal blood energy almost boiling over.
Wen Xin Yun had dissipated her cultivation, and the Wen family went back on their word.
Lin Jiufeng was seething with anger, to the point where he was ready to explode.
"You still dare to curse me?"
"I was going to tell you about Wen Xin Yun's mother's whereabouts, but now I've decided I won't. Instead, I'll strip you of your skin and muscles, burn you at the stake, and use your soul to feed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner for three thousand years."
"As for Wen Xin Yun, she's of the异瞳 (exotic pupil) bloodline, she's not to be wasted. She'll remain in the Wen family's mystical realm, giving birth, since that's all women are good for."
Wen Thirteenth's fury made him speak without thinking, glaring at Lin Jiufeng and Wen Xin Yun. The terrifying pressure of the Tenth Tier descended, rumbling like thunder.
Boom!
The Tenth Tier pressure slammed into Lin Jiufeng, ringing like metal. Yet, it didn't knock him down.
In fact, it didn't even budge him.
A terrifying force surged from within Lin Jiufeng, accompanied by the roar of thousands of dragons, echoing through the mountain range. With a deafening sound, it pushed back Wen Thirteenth's Tenth Tier pressure.
Wen Thirteenth was shocked, staring at Lin Jiufeng in disbelief. "You're at the Ninth Tier? You withstood the Tenth Tier pressure? How did you do that?"
Lin Jiufeng's face remained cold. "Why do you think the Tenth Tier is invincible?"
"The Tenth Tier, a step toward divinity."
"The Ninth Tier, the ocean of the great way."
"There is no comparison between them. I originally planned to show you some mercy since you helped the Wen family out of a predicament. But now, you've overstepped. Prepare to go to hell."
Wen Thirteenth raised his hand, a glimmer of spiritual light flashing from his fingertip.
With a light flick, boom!
The space collapsed, the elements of earth, wind, fire, and water surged, sweeping toward Lin Jiufeng and Wen Xin Yun.
Wen Thirteenth looked coldly at them. "Now, I'll show you the difference between the Tenth and Ninth Tier. This thought alone can destroy all your resistance."
"Thought alone?" Lin Jiufeng sneered coldly, his mind moving as well.
With a thought, a flower bloomed, ruling the world!
In the next moment, a powerful aura descended, slowly gathering into a beautiful flower. As it bloomed, the stem and roots pointed directly at Wen Thirteenth's thought.
Boom!
The shockwave radiated outward, slamming into the Wen family's mystical realm's portal.
Crack!
The portal shattered instantly.
Not only that, the energy of the blooming flower also spread to Wen Thirteenth.
Boom!
Wen Thirteenth, caught completely off guard, was knocked hundreds of meters away, crashing into the broken portal.
Pfft!
Wen Thirteenth spat out blood, his pupils contracted as he stared at Lin Jiufeng. His heart was in turmoil. "You... you actually hurt me?"
The Ninth Tier had truly blocked the Tenth Tier's attack.
And even countered it, wounding him?
How was that possible?
Wen Thirteenth's entire worldview was shattered by Lin Jiufeng.
Meanwhile, Lin Jiufeng, still holding Wen Xin Yun, stood unscathed in his spot, asking lightly, "Is this the Tenth Tier?"
"Pretty weak."
Wen Thirteenth, enraged, leaped into the air, shouting angrily, "I was careless just now. Now you'll taste true pain."
But before his words even left his mouth, Lin Jiufeng had already pointed his finger like a sword, his expression cold as he struck out with a swift, lethal strike.
A sword to slay immortals!
This sword was swift and fast, cutting straight for Wen Thirteenth's black mole on his forehead as he was consumed with rage.
Wen Thirteenth staggered, his expression dazed. His eyes locked on the sword energy aimed at his forehead, unable to believe it.
The Ninth Tier Lin Jiufeng, with a single sword, was going to kill him?
Wen Thirteenth wanted to retaliate, to seek revenge, to torture Lin Jiufeng.
His primordial spirit blazed with light, trying to channel the power of the Tenth Tier to shatter the sword energy and then unleash a barrage of punches to kill Lin Jiufeng.
But he didn't expect that the harder he fought, the brighter his primordial spirit became, the more terrifying the sword of slaying immortals became.
Crack!
At the moment Wen Thirteenth's power peaked, the sword from Sword God Emperor Liu cleaved through all his defenses, striking directly at his primordial spirit.
Wen Thirteenth froze.
Only one thought remained in his mind.
It's over.
He had exposed his primordial spirit.
In the next second, the sword energy cleaved through his last vestige of light.
His body, newly unsealed, fell to the ground, lifeless.