NOVEL NEXT Chapter 303: Do You Deserve to Be Called a Sword Immortal?
Chapter 303: Do You Deserve to Be Called a Sword Immortal?
Jun Fengya directly blocked Jun Zizhen, her voice cold as she said, “Brother, aren’t you always looking down on me?”
“Why don’t we have a duel? Let our swords prove who is the real trash.”
Jun Zizhen’s eyes flashed with killing intent as he gently caressed his sword and sneered, “Exactly what I had in mind!”
With a flourish of his sword, he advanced with wide, sweeping movements, his sword energy surging, demonstrating no lack of skill.
Since Jun Lintian was a Sword Saint, most of his offspring practiced swordsmanship to gain his favor.
After all, if he were to pass down the honored position of Sword Saint and one were to play with spears instead, that would be quite a joke.
Jun Fengya stepped down from the Lion Roar Beast and faced him alone.
She wanted to prove to everyone that she was not inferior to any of the princes, and perhaps even surpassed them.
The city was divided into two battlefields, each fighting its own battle.
Jun Yutang’s men were desperately trying to block Lin Fengmian, each one exhausted from the effort.
Jun Zizhen’s men were trapped by Jun Fengya’s subordinates, unable to spare any help for him.
Lin Fengmian smashed the formations set up by Jun Yutang’s men, and then charged straight at Jun Yutang like a bursting dam.
A group of high-ranking experts surrounded Jun Yutang, but they were easily knocked down by a casual blow from Lin Fengmian. His ten meter long Zhenyuan Sword struck them, leaving them either dead or severely injured.
With his four heads and eight arms, he was omni-directional and unassailable, making it feel like a one-on-one duel despite being outnumbered.
Finally, Jun Yutang, cornered, roared in anger, “Do you really think I’m afraid of you?”
He suddenly manifested his Heavenly Avatar, a golden humanoid apparition over twenty meters tall.
The apparition stood on a flying sword, with a halo of light behind it and seven flying swords floating around, exuding an imposing presence and impressive appearance.
Jun Yutang, looking majestic, coldly shouted, “Witness me, Yutang the Sword Immortal, as I exterminate this vile creature!”
Just as he was about to engage Lin Fengmian in a three-round battle, the next second, he was sent flying by a ferocious punch from the Eight Desolations Fiendgod.
Lin Fengmian said contemptuously, “Why are you yelling so loudly? You scared me for a moment when I thought you were some kind of expert.”
Not letting up, he pressed on and rushed forward, grabbing the head of the apparition and pushing it through countless buildings in the city.
Jun Yutang was pushed into the traps and formations he had set up, triggering numerous arrays and being beaten to a bloody pulp.
The flying swords from the Sword Immortal’s manifestation struck Lin Fengmian, but they were caught and crushed by his multiple arms.
Lin Fengmian held the Sword Immortal’s manifestation, smashing through countless buildings in the city like an enraged beast, lifting and slamming it repeatedly.
Jun Yutang’s subordinates tried to save him, but Lin Fengmian used him as a shield, causing many attacks to hit Jun Yutang instead.
Jun Yutang screamed in pain and cursed, “Are you blind? Who are you hitting?”
His subordinates, afraid of hurting him, hesitated and held back.
In the end, they could only watch helplessly as Lin Fengmian mercilessly thrashed Jun Yutang, destroying countless buildings in the city.
Fortunately, the city’s residents had already been evacuated, or else Lin Fengmian’s rampage would have caused countless casualties.
Finally, Lin Fengmian could no longer maintain the Fiendgod manifestation and reverted to his original form.
He held the stunned Jun Yunshang in one arm and the dissipated, barely alive manifestation in the other.
“With light behind you, you are still an illusion; with clouds under your feet, you are not immortal. Do you even deserve to be called a sword immortal?”
The heavily injured Jun Yutang, like a chicken in his grasp, felt utterly humiliated but dared not utter a word in response.
“If you don’t want him dead, stop right now!” Lin Fengmian ordered coldly.
The Unity Realm cultivators exchanged uneasy glances, their weapons in hand but unsure of how to act.
Jun Yutang, who was struggling in Lin Fengmian’s grasp, roared in anger, “Stop right now! Are you trying to rebel?”
Meanwhile, Jun Zizhen hadn’t expected Jun Yutang to fall to Lin Fengmian so quickly, leaving him visibly unsettled.
Seizing this fleeting moment of hesitation, Jun Fengya deftly struck, disarming Jun Zizhen with a single thrust of her sword. She spun around, her blade pressing firmly against his chest, pinning him in place.
“Everyone, stand down,” she commanded coldly. “Or I’ll kill him too.”
With their leader captured, Jun Zizhen’s subordinates had no choice but to surrender, and they were quickly overpowered by Jun Fengya’s forces.
“Elder brother,” Jun Fengya said with a smirk, “it seems you’re not as invincible as you thought.
Jun Zizhen’s face darkened, but he raised his hands in a show of reluctant submission. “Ninth Sister, don’t get too cocky. Your victory is based on this man’s strength, not yours.”
“Tell me,” he sneered, his tone venomous, “how many nights did you spend with him to win his help?”
“A royal princess selling herself like some common whore – you’ve disgraced the entire royal family.”
The taunt hit its mark, and Jun Fengya’s expression turned icy. Her sword pressed a little harder against his chest, drawing a trickle of blood.
Jun Zizhen grunted in pain, but laughed mockingly. “Upset, Ninth Sister? Typical woman – no self-control at all.”
“Do you think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?” Jun Fengya asked, her voice as cold as frost.
“If you do,” Jun Zizhen taunted, “I might actually respect you for once.”
Seeing her anger but hesitation to act, he added dismissively, “We lost this time. Fine. I’ll go to Linyuan City with you.”
“With that brat’s help, the three of us can kill Fourth Brother and then settle things among ourselves in Junlin City. What do you say?”
Jun Yutang, desperate to save himself, eagerly agreed. “Yes! Big Brother is right. I admit that you’re now qualified to compete for the throne.”
“If we join forces – with this man – we can definitely beat Fourth Brother and enter Junlin City together!”
Jun Fengya’s eyes flickered with contemplation as her grip on the sword loosened and tightened.
After taking a deep breath, she smiled faintly. “An interesting suggestion.”
Jun Zizhen relaxed slightly and smiled. “You’re a smart woman.”
Jun Fengya nodded. “Indeed. That’s why you can die now.”
Without warning, her sword pierced forward, destroying Jun Zizhen’s Nascent Soul. Flames surged along the blade, incinerating his Dantian Qi Sea in an instant.
Her strike completely extinguished his life force. With a sharp motion, she withdrew her sword, her gaze cold and detached.
“Elder Brother, did you really think that I was still a naive child?”
“Young Master Ye is a great threat to all of you. And you have always looked down on me because I am a woman.”
“If I trusted you, you’d turn against me the moment we deal with Fourth Brother. You would side with him to eliminate me first, right?”
Jun Zizhen let out guttural sounds, trying to speak, but his disbelief froze his final words in his throat.
He collapsed, eyes wide open, staring in shock even in death, unable to believe that Jun Fengya had actually killed him.
A streak of blood red dragon energy rose from his body, swirling into Jun Fengya – a symbol of their royal bloodline.
Jun Zizhen’s subordinates cried out in fear.
“Your Highness!”
“Jun Fengya, how dare you commit fratricide!”
“Everyone, avenge him!”
Jun Fengya’s cold gaze swept over them. “The affairs of the royal family are none of your business. If you have the courage, kill me now.”
She didn’t even spare them a second glance, her sword still dripping with blood as she strode toward Jun Yutang.
Seeing her approach, Jun Yutang turned deathly pale, trembling violently in Lin Fengmian’s grip.
“Ninth sister, please… I’ll withdraw! I will no longer fight for the throne!”
“Spare me – I was wrong, I admit it, I was wrong!”
“Sister Yunshang, talk to her! She’s lost her mind!” he pleaded desperately, turning to Jun Yunshang for help.