Chapter 493: Pulling Out the Iron Chain

Ye Liuyun immediately gathered everyone up again.

Looking at the bridge before him, he couldn't help but sigh. He had already forcefully surged across this bridge three times, each time wiping out the He clan's strongmen. He wondered what stronger opponent might appear next.

Cultivating the martial path is like crossing this iron chain—its future is uncertain. Every attempt is fraught with difficulty and danger; a moment's carelessness leads to endless ruin!

Ye Liuyun stared at the iron chain, dazed and lost in thought, contemplating his martial path, his parents and aunt, and what the future might hold!

Before long, Ye Liuyun's thoughts were interrupted as he faced his opponent for this encounter.

Clan Chief He Weiqun of the He clan, together with all of the clan's elite forces.

He Weiqun is a Heavenly Gang Eighth Realm. The more than twenty Elders accompanying him are mostly Heavenly Gang Sixth and Seventh Realms, while another twenty-plus disciples span the Heavenly Gang First to Fifth Realms.

"It seems the He clan has brought out all its elites this time!" Ye Liuyun said, looking at the opponents without sorrow or joy.

He Weiqun could no longer sit idle. To hunt Ye Liuyun, the He clan had already sacrificed too much strength, even losing their Divine Sword to him; he could not help but be anxious.

If he failed to capture Ye Liuyun again, he would have no excuse to the clan, and his position as Clan Chief could not be retained.

Thus he personally led the team this time, determined to eliminate Ye Liuyun and to reclaim the Divine Sword. He even planned to seize Ye Liuyun's Mourning Bell for himself, believing it would compensate for the loss.

Ye Liuyun knew this would be his final great battle with the He clan.

After this encounter, the He clan would have little force left to resist his onslaught; annihilating the He clan was now within reach.

In his heart, Ye Liuyun no longer dared to underestimate a Heavenly Gang Eighth Realm Martial Cultivator.

Moreover, the opposition comprised more than forty Martial Cultivators of various Heavenly Gang Realms.

After watching for a while, he turned and vanished, slipping into the void.

Opposite him, He Weiqun also saw the Golden Pupil youth. He felt an otherworldly aura about the boy, far more mature than the petty youngster he had imagined.

With a single glance, he could not discern the boy's realm, nor guess his thoughts. All he saw in Ye Liuyun's Golden Pupil was calm, untroubled.

Suddenly, he sensed that they had all underestimated the youth before them. To have wiped out so many of the He clan's elite forces, he could not be an ordinary opponent.

Thus, from the bottom of his heart, he began to take Ye Liuyun seriously.

Ye Liuyun's sudden disappearance also made him reluctant to act rashly.

After slipping into the void, Ye Liuyun did not move; he remained in place, observing the opponent's actions.

Both sides stood like that, staring at each other, yet neither made a move.

"Clan Chief." an Elder of the Heavenly Gang called out to He Weiqun.

"Wait!" He Weiqun paused for a long moment, then managed to utter only a single word.

Consequently, everyone behind him stayed put, awaiting He Weiqun's command.

That night, Ye Liuyun probed an attack, releasing a black hole directly toward the opposite side.

The black hole swallowed two Heavenly Gang Third and Fourth Realm Martial Cultivators, then He Weiqun punched it back into the void. m.

"He Weiqun's strength even surpasses that Grand Elder. To deal with him, we may need the Mourning Bell or the Sealing Demon Tablet. I am still not his opponent now."

Ye Liuyun formed a clear understanding of He Weiqun's power. He then turned toward the mountains, seeking a spot to enter the Xuan Kong Shi and cultivate its spatial power.

He knew in his heart that He Weiqun's full‑scale mobilization this time would certainly not outlast him.

Meanwhile, He Weiqun and his men remained constantly vigilant against Ye Liuyun's ambush, daring not to relax.

After three days, He Weiqun indeed could no longer sustain the effort. The others showed signs of fatigue; three days of sleepless, relentless ambushes wear anyone out.

But He Weiqun also knew that his men could not block Ye Liuyun's attacks. If they split up, they might simply become heads delivered to Ye Liuyun.

"Prepare yourselves, and cross the bridge with me," He Weiqun ordered his followers.

At that moment, Ye Liuyun emerged from the Xuan Kong Shi, traversed the void, and returned to one end of the iron chain—though he did not manifest physically.

It was the Magic Vine that sent him a Divine Sense transmission, alerting him that the He clan was about to act.

When Ye Liuyun arrived, all of the He clan's Martial Cultivators had already mounted the iron chain, marching toward him.

Ye Liuyun instantly contacted the Magic Vine again: "Pull out every iron chain from its roots and break them."

The task was easy for the Magic Vine. It located the chain's roots in the soil and uprooted them one by one. Before pulling, it wrapped the vines around the chain, so even those on the bridge would not notice the roots being removed.

Ye Liuyun produced the Mourning Bell, manifested his form, and hurled it at He Weiqun. Simultaneously, a spiritual artifact followed, striking the Mourning Bell.

He Weiqun cleverly used True Essence to hold the Mourning Bell, preventing it from falling and from ringing. He did not anticipate that, while silencing the bell, the trailing spiritual artifact would still smash directly into it.

Another "dong" rang from the bell, staggering the He clan's strongmen into a daze.

He Weiqun was puzzled by Ye Liuyun's intent. For Heavenly Gang Realm strongmen, such vibration should be tolerable and pose no danger. "Perhaps he only seeks to buy time."

While He Weiqun contemplated Ye Liuyun's purpose, the Magic Vine had already severed several iron chains completely.

"Release!" Ye Liuyun ordered the Magic Vine. As its vines retracted, one end of the iron chain dropped instantly. Many Martial Cultivators on the chain, still reeling from the bell's vibration, felt the ground vanish beneath their feet and plunged downward, the people falling with them.

"Ah!" He Weiqun was startled, scrambling to grip the chain's handrail. Not everyone managed to hold on; over a dozen Martial Cultivators fell straight down.

Those who reacted quickly seized the handrail. At that moment, He Weiqun's True Essence reserve for the Mourning Bell was exhausted, and the bell fell again toward him. Seizing the chance, Ye Liuyun launched a Golden Pupil cross‑space attack, pulling several Martial Cultivators' Souls into his own Heavenly Gang Cloud and extinguishing them one by one.

The severed end of the iron chain swung in the air, never striking the opposite cliff, while the Martial Cultivators beside He Weiqun kept falling.