Chapter 58: No Time to Get Injured

After dealing with one Clear Sky Sect, another Breaking Heaven Sect shows up; it looks like this Breaking Heaven Sect is even more troublesome than the Clear Sky Sect.

It is undeniable that the Breaking Heaven Sect's weakening of the Spirit Hall is visible.

After all, they have been targeted by the Spirit Hall from the start; taking action against the First Sect is only a matter of time.

Watching the fire from across the shore is quite interesting; as long as the fire doesn't burn one's own head, everything is irrelevant.

Midway, eighty percent of the Breaking Clan's soul masters under Yang Yun were dispatched to the ground; these troops are the main force tasked with dispersing and annihilating enemy forces.

With Yang Yun in the Wind Sword Sect, the rest are at most just adding icing on the cake.

Of course, Yang Poyu and Yang Poshi are on Yang Yun's side; perhaps Yang Poxue and Yang Poao, whose targets are other forces, have a better chance of obtaining a soul bone.

The Breaking Heaven Sect's movements had no warning signs, no omissions; everyone thought the Breaking Heaven Sect was busy constructing new sect buildings.

No time to attend to other matters.

Yet Yang Yun insists on not playing by the usual rules.

In such a short three-day period, they didn't consider resupply, let alone prolonged warfare.

Thus, they nimbly transferred the sect's elite out of Star Luo City, where the Breaking Heaven Sect is located, using a single eighth soul skill.

The vanguard unit of Sharp Feather Hall moved so fast, and their messages were transmitted so quickly, that those forces couldn't react in time.

Wind Sword Sect.

When Yang Yun halted, the Flame Spear Heavy Black condensed by the Divine Spear of the Fallen fell from the sky like heavenly punishment.

Figures emerged one after another, their martial souls unfurling as they descended from the heavens.

Sharp Feather Hall's Sharp-tailed Swallow provided intel from the air, while Preservation Hall offered assistance with defensive soul skills; the Breaking Clan took charge of combat to break the enemy.

This rather primitive trio's coordination formed quickly.

The Wind Sword Sect's clansmen were not slow to react; at that moment, many advanced soul masters unveiled their martial souls, shouting angrily and ready to charge out to slay these intruders.

They were shaken.

Yet they were blocked by soul masters of the same Soul Saint and Soul Fighter rank.

Wind Sword Sect's Feng Bailong rose on his sword, flying higher; upon seeing Yang Yun's expression for a moment, it turned grim.

"Is that you, sect leader of the Breaking Heaven Sect? How dare a newly established sect attack my Wind Sword Sect?"

Yang Yun looked at Feng Bailong with contempt and sneered: "What are you? Without a special martial soul, you aren't even worthy of meeting my gaze."

"A mere Soul Fighter dares to bark wildly before me."

Just as Yang Yun prepared to strike and kill him outright, Feng Bailong before him suddenly vanished into thin air; immediately afterwards, a fierce shout rang out across the Wind Sword Sect.

"All sect members, heed the order: form the Wind Thunder Sword Formation."

"Eighth soul skill—Gravity Divine Spear·50x Gravity."

Yang Yun's long spear flew into the very center of the Wind Sword Sect; in that instant, all surrounding houses collapsed instantly; the rolling thick smoke hadn't even risen before it fell to the ground.

In an instant, the Wind Sword Sect became a wasteland; members who had intended to fly on their swords were pressed to the ground by the gravity, unable to move.

The weak were crushed to death on the spot, without a sound.

Nevertheless, some Soul Saints and Soul Fighters stared down the fiftyfold gravity and took off from the ruins; altogether they numbered fewer than ten.

Moreover, some were struck in the throat by a single blow of the Breaking Soul Spear while the Gravity Divine Spear took effect.

"Damn it, you dare destroy my Wind Sword Sect's century-old foundation?" Feng Bailong glared at Yang Yun with bared teeth, as if wanting to devour him alive.

Yang Yun remained unmoved, his gaze shifting to where Feng Bailong stood, surrounded by a dozen or so sect members; his voice, wrapped in soul power, spread out: "Feng Bailong of the Wind Sword Sect, half a year ago you plotted to assassinate my Breaking Heaven Sect's Grand Elder Yang Wudi; the evidence is solid, I have come here to seek revenge."

"Those who interfere will be deemed mortal enemies of the Breaking Heaven Sect; they shall be slain."

"Ninth soul skill—Devil Whale Breaking Soul Axe"—a hundred-thousand-year soul ring flared; Feng Bailong dared not slacken in the slightest; he condensed everyone's soul power into a massive Wind Thunder sword.

It collided with Yang Yun's red axe blade.

"Boom"

The violent explosion made Feng Bailong's face light up: "Did we block it?"

"Whoosh"

The sharp red axe blade split Feng Bailong's body in half.

"Ninth soul skill—Evil Demon Shatter Fang Slash"

The red axe blade shattered into countless red fragments; the crimson blades were intertwined with an eerily blood‑red hue.

Yang Yun waved his hand, looking down at Yang Poshi and Yang Poyu: "Sorry I went too hard; it looks like your soul bones are temporarily ruined—but there will be more later, so hold onto them for now."

"Everyone, clean the battlefield; search thoroughly so not a single copper soul coin remains; unbroken eggs must not be taken back—re‑fry them on the spot; douse the hot‑water ant nests completely; even earthworms must be split vertically in half."

"Any casualties?"

After Yang Poyu tallied the results, the corner of his mouth twitched as he said: "Sect leader, we didn't even have time to get injured; the enemy is all dead."

More than half were directly crushed to death by Yang Yun's single Gravity Divine Spear.

After all, most of the personnel lacked sufficient strength; only a few soul masters could cultivate to level forty or above.

Furthermore, many cannot reach Soul Elder by age thirty, let alone Soul Ancestor.

Not long after, members of Sharp Feather Hall dropped hundreds of corpses from the air onto the Wind Sword Sect's plaza.

Bai Jing descended from the sky before Yang Yun and bowed: "Sect leader, Sharp Feather Hall is stationed at several exits of the Wind Sword Sect's secret passages; all remnants are here, with several squads of open and covert sentries patrolling the surroundings."

"The sentries will remain for over two months, ensuring no fish slip through the net."

Yang Yun activated his external soul bone to scan the entire Wind Sword Sect, discovering that several members were still hiding in inner chambers.

Gravity Divine Spear·Throw; regardless of age or gender, it directly annihilates.

"Pass the order: after cleaning the battlefield, behead the corpses and then burn them; retain Soul Saint‑level and above soul masters to secretly guard for three months, lest another Ghost Fighter arise."

The Breaking Heaven Sect's cleanup speed is extremely fast; Sharp Feather Hall's intelligence is even more meticulous; even secret wealth hidden in inner chambers was found in abundance.

The progress of several other forces is also very rapid.

In less than half a day, the Wind Sword Sect was destroyed; Yang Yun watched as the soul conduits of who knows how many people were all filled.

After a long while, his eyes narrowed: "I hope these people don't bring trouble upon themselves, otherwise I'll be in a difficult spot."

"Yang Poxu, pass the order down; everyone, take your spoils and return to the sect on your own; I have important matters to attend to and must leave for a while."

"The opening ceremony of the Profound Heaven Sect will proceed as scheduled; Yang Wusha will arrange the specific details according to my instructions."

Yang Poxu didn't understand, but he still obeyed the order.

Members of the Sharp Feather Hall, the Guard Hall, and the Po clan formed teams of three; three people per team, three teams moving together.

Soon, all that remained of the Wind Sword Sect was a mess.

When the surrounding soul masters saw Yang Yun's nine soul rings, with the eighth and ninth still being hundred-thousand-year rings, they all chose to remain silent.

Even the Spirit Hall fell into an eerie silence.

Not a word was spoken.

Yang Yun had no time to observe the reactions of those below; he now needed to personally go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect; it was time to fulfill the promise he had made earlier.

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