The moment Lin Ye activated the Kuangxue Zhou, his aura completely overwhelmed Zhong Bai.
Although the amplification of the curse had weakened after Lin Ye reached the Dibian Ninth Realm, it was still far stronger than Zhong Bai's so-called Duotian Jinshu.
Tianxiang Second Realm!
The surging power within Lin Ye seemed capable of drawing upon the breath of heaven and earth itself.
In just a few days, Lin Ye had climbed to this level.
This was precisely why he had never taken the threats of the Fenglei Sect seriously.
Zhong Bai's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Y-you… you also possess a secret art?!"
His forbidden technique had been seized through blood and struggle, and he only held the incomplete upper half. Otherwise, he would have long surpassed the pitiful "half a realm" increase.
But Lin Ye's technique was clearly complete.
It raised him two full realms, and not at some low tier—at the Tianxiang level.
If such a technique were ever placed on auction, every major power in the Fenglei Riverlands would go mad.
Every faction had Tianxiang cultivators.
If they mastered this art, victory against rival Tianxiang experts would be guaranteed.
Far away, Lei Yongbiao and several branch hall elites watched from a distance.
The moment Lin Ye's Tianxiang aura erupted, Lei Yongbiao nearly lost his mind.
"Tianxiang?! Are you serious?! What is this kid?!"
How could such a monster have stayed in Fenglei Sect as merely a so-called "core disciple"?
It made no sense.
The Xia Clan was also observing the battle.
When they saw Zhong Bai appear as a Tianxiang-level expert, they assumed the outcome was settled.
No matter how talented Lin Ye was, how could he win?
But the next instant, Lin Ye's aura erupted even more violently.
He was also Tianxiang.
And his pressure actually suppressed Zhong Bai.
Zhong Bai, ranked fifth among the Murong Clan's guest elders, was being pinned down helplessly.
Xia Wei's lips curved into a faint smile.
A Tianxiang cultivator could not be hunted so easily—not even by the Murong Clan.
No one willingly provoked such an existence.
Before the ruined tower, Zhong Bai's face turned grim.
Xiong Wei's eyes nearly bulged out of his skull.
Lin Ye could now kill him with a flick of his finger.
But Xiong Wei still clung to hope.
Zhong Bai had decades of battle experience.
Surely Lin Ye could not match him.
Zhong Bai believed the same.
"Tianxiang Second Realm… good. Let me see how many tricks you have!"
He had already made up his mind.
Lin Ye's cultivation method, and this secret art—he would seize them all.
"Riyao Tianlun Zhan!"
Zhong Bai drew a flexible sword from his belt.
With a surge of energy, scorching sword waves erupted like blazing fire slashes, ripping toward Lin Ye.
Heaven-vein force spread, sealing the space around Lin Ye.
But Lin Ye did not dodge.
"Xiuluo Xuejia!"
A crimson armor formed instantly around him.
Zhong Bai's flaming sword waves slammed into it—
and Lin Ye remained completely unharmed.
"Xuetuo Jiulu!"
Lin Ye countered without hesitation.
He had no reason to hold back.
One move was enough.
Nine blood-evil sword arcs locked onto both Zhong Bai and Xiong Wei.
Boom—boom—boom!
Xiong Wei never imagined Lin Ye would include him.
He was erased on the spot, reduced to a heap of minced flesh.
Zhong Bai's forcibly-raised cultivation was shattered by the strike.
His body was blasted straight into the tower ruins.
The entire structure began to collapse.
Rumble!
The most famous luxury building in Leihe City crumbled into rubble.
Zhong Bai crawled out of the wreckage, utterly disheveled.
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes gleamed with savage pride.
"Hah! You almost broke my qi-armor… but you cannot!"
"I may be weaker than you, but you will never pierce my defense!"
He thought Lin Ye had already burned too much energy.
He assumed Lin Ye had no more cards left.
A classic mistake born from arrogance.
Lin Ye simply smiled.
He snapped his fingers.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Six hidden shock forces detonated instantly.
They pierced Zhong Bai's qi-armor from within—
and blew his entire body into powder.
Lin Ye shook his head.
"I thought you were as strong as me."
The technique he used was Bahuang Tuxue Jin.
Its concealed power was impossible to defend against once it had been planted during combat.
Lin Ye spat out the dust he had inhaled.
Then he calmly searched the gore and rubble, retrieving Zhong Bai's storage ring.
Xiong Wei's ring was not even worth the effort.
He turned his gaze toward the remaining Golden Eagle Guards.
"What are you still standing there for?"
"Do you want to die too?"
The Golden Eagle Guards froze.
Then they broke instantly, scattering in panic.
"Run!"
They fled without even looking back.
The watching factions were shaken to the core.
On a tall rooftop nearby, a scarred middle-aged man watched Lin Ye coldly.
If any inner disciple of Fenglei Sect were present, they would recognize him instantly.
It was Da Sha Zhu, the notorious "Fool."
Suddenly, his eyes twitched.
Because Lin Ye had turned—
and was staring directly at him.
Bad.