Chapter 533

"What a pity."

A pang of regret surfaced in Yun Bujue's heart.

If not for this Lei Jiao, if he himself had not been crippled, the odds would still be very much in his favor—but as things stood now...

"The way of man is like brocade blossoms in the setting sun, yet when I came, spring did not bloom for me."

"If the spring breeze still pities me, grant me once more my youthful years!"

Yun Bujue murmured softly.

Yet his gaze gradually grew firm.

His Bai Fa flew wildly about him.

The edge about his body grew ever denser.

The Yin Ge in his hand trembled ceaselessly, flakes of it falling away with a soft rustle.

This sword strike would be everything he had!

It would also be... his swan song!

"Spring wind, join me... in the lion's roar!"

Yun Bujue's whole body seemed to catch fire; with one sword he struck out, unleashing everything!

"Good!"

Dongmen Xiangzhong bellowed!

The coiled Lei Jiao instantly roared forth.

Lei Ting surged across the sky.

And collided with the sword-light.

In an instant—

Heaven and earth trembled as one!

Boundless ripples swept outward!

The World-Stabilizing Calamities on the island had long since retreated, looks of horror on their faces.

They had never expected Dongmen Xiangzhong to still have a Lei Jiao!

How immense was the power of a flood dragon.

How rare!

Nor was it something just anyone could subdue!

Yet what shook them most was that old man actually possessed a complete ten-fold sword intent!

And his whole being's sword Dao was also extremely powerful.

Just what was his origin?

Rumble rumble rumble!

The power of sword Dao clashed again and again with the power of Lei Ting.

It seemed to have fallen into a stalemate.

Neither would yield to the other!

But very soon, Lei Guang surged violently and in one stroke suppressed the sword-light.

"He's lost."

Many of the World-Stabilizing Calamities shook their heads.

That old man was, after all, far too old, no longer at his peak.

And his ten-fold sword intent also had its flaws.

Otherwise, who would win and who would lose was still anyone's guess!

A look of ease also appeared on Dongmen Xiangzhong's face.

But just at that moment, a flat, indifferent voice rang out.

"Sword Twenty-Four!"

The sword-light that had been crushed down suddenly flared up violently!

With an invincible momentum, it forcibly reversed the situation!

Sweeping aside everything, it cleaved the Lei Guang apart!

The Lei Jiao had no time to dodge and was grievously wounded by the sword, sent flying backward, its scales shattering, blood flowing without end.

"What's going on?"

Dongmen Xiangzhong's expression changed.

"No—that sword strike isn't that man's!"

Almost the instant the thought fell—

The Lei Ting across the sky dispersed.

Revealing a tall, slender figure in white.

Behind him, a heaven-piercing sword intent hovered.

A terrifying aura enveloped all things, cracking the void!

"It's you!"

Dongmen Xiangzhong recognized him at once.

He was the present-day champion of the Southern Realm!

Barely past twenty, he already possessed twin true intents, and had even raised one of them to complete ten-fold perfection!

Whether in potential or in strength, he was terrifying beyond measure!

Listed as a dangerous person!

"Senior Brother Yun."

Meng Zhangqing hurriedly supported Yun Buju, while taking out several expensive elixirs and feeding them to him.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately, he arrived in time; otherwise, if he had been a few breaths slower, Yun Buju would have perished right there.

That sword strike just now was clearly executed with all his strength.

If a young martial artist had used it, it would at most cause excessive depletion, and with proper recuperation afterward, he could recover.

But Yun Buju is already in the twilight of his life.

A candle flickering in the wind.

He cannot withstand such depletion.

If the stalemate continues, he will surely perish.

"Little Junior Brother."

Yun Buju's legs went weak, and a look of relief appeared in his eyes.

He then took out a jade box from his storage ring.

"Inside is a second-grade divine flower, though I suppose you won't be interested."

"Remember to bring it back to the Zong Sect."

"I may not be able to return."

With those words spoken.

Yun Buju's aura grew even weaker, and a thick aura of death instantly covered his entire body.

Yet there was no sadness on his face.

Instead, there was satisfaction.

Ending this way at least met his expectations, and he could hurry to meet his junior brothers and sisters, especially that one.

"Senior Brother Yun, let's discuss this matter later; you must heal your injuries first. Don't forget what Second Senior Brother said: even if you die, you must die within the Zong Sect."

Understanding Yun Buju's thoughts, Meng Zhangqing immediately spoke.

"Second Senior Brother, huh."

A strange expression appeared on Yun Buju's face (de de).

He then let out a soft sigh and nodded.

He sat cross-legged.

Forcing himself to endure, barely prolonging his life.

"Meng Zhangqing, the leader of the Southern Region."