Chapter 733: Hands That Cannot Be Washed Clean

Ding Hanbin's complexion shifted between green and white, flickering uncertainly, before finally turning entirely red.

The young man's blushing face surpassed any pale words.

"I'll fight you to the death!!!"

Seeing Fan Yecheng's soul body with his own eyes drove Ding Hanbin completely mad; he manipulated that terrifying giant sword he had condensed and slashed it fiercely toward Ye Lin!

This strike condensed all of Ding Hanbin's understanding of the Sword Dao and the full extent of his strength.

Wherever the sword edge passed, countless vacuum zones appeared, and even the air was completely reduced to nothingness.

Yet, in the next second, a scene that left Ding Hanbin dumbfounded occurred!

Ye Lin actually charged straight toward his sword, just like a moth flying into a flame, seeking his own destruction.

At the same time, brilliant, violent lightning flashed in Ye Lin's hand.

Swish!

The giant sword descended, and Ye Lin's body was pierced through by countless sword auras, like a doll about to be torn to shreds, his entire person split in two.

Yet even with injuries of this magnitude, Ye Lin acted as if nothing were wrong, pressing his hand, surging with violent thunder, onto Ding Hanbin's chest.

"Forbidden Spell: World-Extinguishing Wild Thunder!"

Boom!

Brilliant lightning and sharp sword aura intertwined, instantly erupting with terrifying energy fluctuations; even the formation on the arena could not withstand such violent energy, shattering countless bluestone tiles and sending dust billowing into the sky!

The Return of the Dead also vanished at this moment, and everyone could only feel that heart-stopping fluctuation from afar.

"Who won?"

"I don't know... but judging by this energy fluctuation, the two of them must have just unleashed an incredibly terrifying collision!"

"Too terrifying; ordinary Cave Profound Realm cultivators probably wouldn't be a match for either of them at all."

The faces of the Immortal Cloud Sect disciples were filled with shock.

Even the elder acting as the referee for this arena was at a loss, his face full of anxiety.

With his strength, he could naturally have easily broken the Return of the Dead, but that would likely have affected the outcome of this battle.

Therefore, he had not dared to intervene rashly just now.

Whoosh!

A figure flew out from the billowing dust like a kite with a broken string, flying toward the outside of the arena and slamming heavily onto the ground.

That figure was severely injured, his entire body soaked in blood, with raw red flesh even visible, and he had already fallen into a coma.

"Oh no!"

The elder on the arena changed expression, hurriedly forming a seal and rushing over to catch the person, preventing him from hitting the ground.

After successfully catching him, the elder finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, everyone finally saw clearly who the figure in the elder's arms was.

"Sigh, as expected, the one who lost is Ye Lin; it's just too hard for someone in the Yin-Yang Realm to challenge someone in the Cave Profound Realm across tiers."

"After all, he is an elder's personal disciple; whether it is the techniques and divine abilities he learns or his own talent and cultivation, he far exceeds ordinary disciples. It's normal for Ye Lin to lose."

"It is indeed a pity that he lost, but it's fine; he still has one more challenge right, and I predict that in the next Nine Peaks Grand Competition, Ye Lin will definitely have a spot among the top ten Immortal Cloud Sect disciples!"

"To be honest, I think Senior Brother Ding Hanbin was a bit too ruthless; to injure someone like this—although Ye Lin did have the suspicion of provoking him first, there's no need to use such cruel methods in a sparring match between fellow disciples, right?"

"Indeed, looking at it this way, this Ding Hanbin is not worth befriending; his actions were too vicious! If the elder hadn't intervened in time, Ye Lin might have even lost his life on the spot."

Although Ye Lin lost, and lost miserably at that.

The Immortal Cloud Sect disciples did not have the slightest intention of looking down on him.

Being able to force Ding Hanbin of the Cave Profound Realm to exhaust all his trump cards while only at the early Yin-Yang Realm, this level of strength was already enough to be proud of.

Everywhere, people admire the strong.

If it were them in the Yin-Yang Realm facing Ding Hanbin, they probably wouldn't even be able to take a single sword strike.

Everyone thought that Ding Hanbin had won.

But when the dust on the arena completely dissipated, all the Immortal Cloud Sect disciples were stunned.

Because the arena was completely empty, not even a hair could be seen, only a patch of shattered bluestone tiles.

Wait, where is the person?

The disciples' faces were full of confusion, and the entire venue was deathly silent.

After several breaths of silence, one disciple finally gathered the courage to guess.

"Senior Brother Ding Hanbin, he wouldn't have been reduced to ashes and left with nothing in that collision just now, would he?"

This guess caused all the disciples present to gasp in unison.

Although this guess was absurd, it seemed to be the only one that fit the truth now.

An early Yin-Yang Realm cultivator and a Cave Profound Realm cultivator fought with all their might.

The early Yin-Yang Realm cultivator lived, and the Cave Profound Realm cultivator died—the kind of death where not even bones remained.

Is this reasonable?

Originally, the many disciples looked at Ye Lin with pity and regret, but at this moment, only shock remained!

"Situ, did you see any trick to it? What exactly happened just now?" Man Yin, Peak Master of Force Peak, asked with a frown.

"I can't tell; that barrier isolated everything. But if I'm not mistaken, that kid must have planned to kill Ding Hanbin."

A hint of playfulness appeared in the pure black eyes—devoid of whites—of Situ Qi, Peak Master of Spirit Peak.

"This kid is truly one to return every grievance; we were worried he would be bullied while out and about, but now it seems we were overthinking it."

Jun Chuanxiong frowned.

"After all, they are fellow disciples; it is still too much to kill so easily. I will have to give him a warning later."

"How will you warn him? He used an open scheme."

Xuan Jizi shook his head.

"From the very beginning, he was provoking Ding Hanbin, creating the impression for everyone that Ding Hanbin wanted to kill him first and he was forced to counterattack with all his might. Even if Ding Hanbin is dead, no one will think he did it on purpose."

"If this was all just a coincidence, that would be one thing, but if he did it intentionally, then perhaps we have all underestimated this kid."

Xuan Jizi's words left the other nine peak masters somewhat silent.

Indeed, when someone in the Yin-Yang Realm faces the killing intent of someone in the Cave Profound Realm, what is wrong with counterattacking with all one's might?

At this time, the Pill Peak elder responsible for the safety of the Nine Peaks Grand Competition had already begun to treat Ye Lin with all his might.

Under their treatment, the wounds on Ye Lin's body began to heal, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, Ye Lin's eye sockets turned red instantly.

He grabbed his own hair in agony and burst into loud, bitter sobs, his expression ferocious and painful, his crying desolate and miserable.

"I killed someone... I killed someone... I killed Senior Brother Ding Hanbin... My hands, they are already stained with the blood of a fellow disciple! These hands, they can never be washed clean!"