Chapter 231: Lin Yang Launches an Attack

In a moment, Ye Xiaoliu was soaked in blood, his body covered with wounds of varying depth, blood continually gushing out, staining his clothes bright red, he could barely stand.

Yang Kang saw this, gave a cold snort and said, "Ye Xiaoliu, today next year will be your day of death."

"Just obediently accept your fate!"

Having said that.

He gathered all his strength and unleashed a lethal sword qi.

This sword qi carried immense energy, emitting a piercing howl like lightning tearing through the darkness of the night sky, rushing toward Ye Xiaoliu...

Facing Yang Kang's terrifying sword strike that held deadly danger.

The sword blade tore the air, emitting a sharp screech, coming with the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Ye Xiaoliu felt a strong pressure wash over him, making his breathing extremely difficult, his qi and blood surging uncontrollably throughout his body, like a volcano about to erupt.

He knew he had been forced by Yang Kang into a hopeless situation from which there is no return.

Ye Xiaoliu tightly gripped the long sword that had accompanied him for years, now covered in scars, his knuckles whitening from force, veins bulging like earthworms.

A reverse flow of true qi ran wild in his body like a runaway horse, wherever it passed, his meridians felt as if cut by a blade, excruciating pain piercing his heart.

At this critical moment of life and death, Ye Xiaoliu realized that, given his current state, trying to escape alive from Yang Kang's hands was nothing short of a fool's dream.

Since escape was impossible, the only option was to self-destruct his dantian, using its terrifying power to deliver a final blow.

Perhaps he could still carve out a sliver of chance in this desperate situation, slaying the sect‑betraying traitor here, to obtain justice for himself and his sect.

"Young master, be careful!"

The five masked men beside Yang Kang saw this, and the faces hidden beneath their cloths instantly turned deathly pale.

Their eyes filled with fear and worry, they hurriedly spoke up to warn.

Yang Kang, however, let out an extremely arrogant cold laugh, his laughter echoing in the open field like the cry of a night owl, sending chills down the spine.

"Hahaha, Ye Xiaoliu, seeing me drive you to this desperate state makes me feel extremely relieved."

"Over these years, you have taken away my glory and subjected me to utter humiliation; today I can finally avenge my past shame."

"It's a pity that, even if you self‑destruct your dantian, before my invincible strength it is merely an ant trying to shake a tree, utterly unable to affect me!"

Having said that, he calmly took out a piece of armor emitting a faint light, an imperial‑grade treasure armor.

This armor has an extraordinary origin; it is said to be a relic left by an ancient mighty one, having endured countless ages of tempering, possessing unimaginable defensive power, enough to block a full‑force strike from a Quasi‑Emperor realm expert.

Moreover, Ye Xiaoliu is still far from the Quasi‑Emperor realm, so Yang Kang feels no fear at all, his face full of arrogance and contempt.

At this moment, Ye Xiaoliu's internal power had completely run wild; the reverse‑flowing true qi raged like mad beasts, crashing through his meridians and wantonly destroying them.

His complexion turned as white as paper, cold sweat poured down like rain, and his whole body trembled in agony.

But he had no retreat left; he could only fight to the death.

Just as he was about to bite his tongue to trigger the dantian explosion—a critical juncture—a warm, moist current like a quiet spring silently flowed into his body.

Wherever this warm current went, the frenzied reverse‑flowing true qi, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, swiftly dissipated.

The originally anguished Ye Xiaoliu instantly felt much relieved.

Ye Xiaoliu's heart jumped with surprise, filled with doubt.

Who exactly lent a hand at the critical moment?

At that moment, a figure descended like a shooting star, kicking up a gust of wind and landing steadily beside Ye Xiaoliu. This sudden appearance left everyone present stunned.

After all, in such a heavily guarded environment, the surroundings were filled with the warning arrays set up by Yang Kang and his men; for someone to appear silently and unnoticed was naturally shocking.

Ye Xiaoliu endured the intense pain on his body and sized up the person before him.

This person's face was unfamiliar; he had never seen him before.

Ye Xiaoliu trembled as he spoke, his weak voice hoarse, asking: "You are...?"

Lin Yang's face bore a gentle smile as he softly said, "Your temperament is somewhat like that of your younger sister."

"She is in the Qingyun Sect, and she is likewise stubborn and brave."

Hearing the words "younger sister," Ye Xiaoliu's eyes flashed with a hint of curiosity as he asked, "Who exactly are you?"

"My name is Lin Yang."

Lin Yang replied in a calm tone, his voice carrying a reassuring strength.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaoliu's pupils contracted instantly, his eyes full of shock and excitement.

The person before him turned out to be Lin Yang of the Qingyun Sect, the master of his younger sister, and the key figure Zhou Tianming mentioned who could save the master!

"Senior Lin, it really is you!"

Ye Xiaoliu became so excited his eyes reddened, his legs went weak, and he was about to kneel in salute.

Lin Yang flashed his stance, a gentle force steadying Ye Xiaoliu as he spoke: "Although I have temporarily suppressed the reverse‑flowing true qi in your body, it has already caused you considerable injury, so you need not kneel."

"Furthermore, you must never be so impulsive in the future."

"The path of cultivation is inherently fraught with danger; when faced with matters, one must think calmly and not lightly give up one's life."

Lin Yang's deep concern for Ye Xiaoliu stems not only from the fact that Ye Xiaoliu is the elder brother of his beloved disciple Ye Xiaojie, but also from his habitual partiality toward his own disciples, which naturally gives him an extra special care for Ye Xiaoliu.

Ye Xiaoliu nodded, moved, and was about to tell Lin Yang about his master's capture, pleading for him to intervene.

Lin Yang seemed to see through his thoughts, raised a hand to interrupt, saying: "This place is not suitable for lingering; let's change location and discuss in detail."

"Since Yang Kang dared to set an ambush here, there may be other plots; we must not stay long."

Ye Xiaoliu hurriedly nodded, saying: "Everything will be as Senior Lin arranges."

As the two were about to leave, Yang Kang nearby saw this and felt his lungs about to explode with rage.

In his view, these two completely disregarded him, dared to ignore his presence, and wanted to leave.

"When did I say you could go?"

Yang Kang roared angrily, his voice full of fury and resentment, making the surrounding air buzz.

This sudden roar interrupted the steps of Lin Yang and Ye Xiaoliu.

Ye Xiaoliu gripped the long sword tightly, about to speak, but Lin Yang raised his hand to signal them not to speak. Lin Yang looked calmly at Yang Kang and asked lightly, "Do I need your permission to leave?"

Yang Kang showed no weakness, stepping forward as his aura surged, a powerful pressure washing over them.

"With me here, none of you will leave! Today, you all will die here!"

Lin Yang's lips curled slightly, revealing a faint smile: "What if I insist on leaving?"

"Then die!"

Yang Kang shouted furiously, the killing intent on his body intensifying, his sword glowing with an eerie light, ready to strike at the slightest disagreement.

"Yang Kang, don't push people too far!"

Ye Xiaoliu trembled with rage, unable to hold back an angry rebuke.

Yang Kang ignored them, snorting coldly: "I said you all will die; none of you can escape!"

At the moment the tension peaked, Lin Yang spoke slowly; though his voice was not loud, it carried an irresistible authority.

"Fine, since you seek death, I will grant it!"

As his words fell, Lin Yang's aura surged, an invisible pressure like a tidal wave crashing toward Yang Kang.