Chapter 552

The two black-robed men sneered dismissively; they didn't believe Lin Yu could fully control the power of sword and knife, even if he was a powerful adept.

The red-robed man flashed before Lin Yu, his attack style bizarre—his form flickered unpredictably, like a ghost.

"Don't you remember how many abilities I have?"

Unfazed by the red-robed man's strange assault, Lin Yu pointed a finger into the air; the surrounding air currents surged violently, lightning flickered beside him, and he lifted his leg, kicking straight at the red-robed man.

"Boom!"

A bolt of Lei Guang shot forth, striking the red-robed man before he could dodge, hitting his arm.

The red-robed man lost his balance and collapsed to the ground, motionless.

He staggered upright, clutching his arm, eyes wide with shock—he couldn't believe he had been utterly powerless against that blow.

"You…!" The red-robed man stared at Lin Yu in disbelief, then noticed the immense spatial-temporal power within him, eyes bulging: "Why do you have that kind of power?"

"You know nothing at all. In the Twelve Time-Spaces, there are countless things you don't understand!" Lin Yu looked down at the three with utter disdain.

Now, he no longer regarded those present as worthy of notice; the overwhelming power granted by the sword and knife filled him with exhilaration.

"Damn it!" The red-robed man cursed, his gaze icy: "I never expected a 757-level adept with over 100,000 combat power to emerge from the Golden Time-Space. My Heretical Tribunal has been blind. We will leave the Golden Time-Space immediately."

Lin Yu burst out laughing, mocking: "Leave the Golden Time-Space? Is this your backyard? You think you can just leave whenever you want? Today, no one leaves!"

He activated the sword and knife power once more; Lei Guang flashed, surging toward the sky, and the thunder, brimming with destructive force, turned the entire area to ash, the scorching heat radiating waves of searing air.

Seeing this, the red-robed man tried to flee—but Lin Yu would not let him succeed.

Lin Yu gripped Shi Zhong Sword and Gui Lang Knife, slashing with one blade and one knife; brilliant Lei Guang erupted wildly, leaving no defense possible.

"Ahh!"

Piercing cries of agony echoed through the Lan family mansion; the two low-combat black-robed men had their arms struck by lightning, flesh and muscle charred beyond recognition, the scene horrific.

"He only used half his power—and reached this level!"

【407】 Leaving the Golden Time-Space

The red-robed man's face turned ashen; he stared at Lin Yu, dread and fear rising within him—but he knew he could not stand against Lin Yu wielding the sword and knife power. Without hesitation, even if it cost him every last ounce of strength, he must escape.

"Want to run?" Lin Yu noticed the red-robed man's intent to flee, a sly smile appearing on his face.

"Boom!"

Lin Yu extended his hand, summoning several purple Lei Long; instantly, a violent thunderstorm engulfed the surroundings. Holding Shi Zhong Sword, he brought it down—endless lightning converged before him, forming a spear nearly ten meters long.

Floating midair, Lin Yu seized the ten-meter lightning spear and hurled it at the red-robed man.

"Boom!"

The thunder spear slammed into the red-robed man's body, driving him deep into the earth.

The red-robed man's chest caved in; bones cracked audibly. The searing pain made sweat pour down his face. He gritted his teeth: "Lin Yu, don't get too cocky. When the Holy-War breaks out across the Twelve Time-Spaces, none of you will escape."

"Can your Copper Time-Space escape?" Lin Yu scoffed.

"You… cough…!" The red-robed man spat blood repeatedly, staring at Lin Yu: "You have no idea what my Heretical Tribunal intends—we will reshape the Twelve Time-Spaces!"

"Finished with your last words? Then don't bother staying alive." Lin Yu coldly glanced at the fallen red-robed man, then slammed the lightning spear down again.

"Crash!"

The red-robed man was instantly charred to ash; the air filled with a pungent, burnt odor.

The red-robed man was finished.

The battle ended. Soon after Lin Yu arrived, the red-robed man was dead; the two remaining black-robed men did not escape unscathed.

"So strong! I never thought the narcissist's Shi Zhong Sword and Gui Lang Knife could merge—their combat index actually reached over 100,000～ˇ!" Wang Da Dong and others stared wide-eyed at Lin Yu, stunned by his overwhelming dominance over the red-robed man.

Wang Yase exhaled slowly, pondering: "But this power probably can't be sustained long—it must consume enormous energy. And since this is his first time using my Shi Zhong Sword and Gui Lang Knife, he likely can't wield them with perfect control."

"Cough… something's wrong… my body feels strange!" Guan Yu suddenly cried out softly, frowning as if enduring great torment, his face flushed red, mist radiating from his entire body—he was clearly suffering intensely.

Seeing this, Wang Yase rushed forward to support Guan Yu, concerned: "Yunchang, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine."

Guan Yu waved his hand in pain, fists clenched tightly with audible cracking, teeth gritted as he endured it—his very feet caused the ground to tremble, fine cracks spreading beneath him.

Wang Da Dong, alarmed by Guan Yu's reaction, shouted: "Old Guan, what's happening?"

"I can still hold on!"

Guan Yu was barely holding on, using every ounce of strength to suppress the surging power within him.

He sensed a massive force churning inside his body, desperate to break free. Despite his full effort to restrain it, he could not stop it.

"Looks like he's acquired some kind of power," Lan Tian, who knew more, instantly recognized the signs.

Wang Da Dong stood frozen, confused: "Power? How could there be power inside him?"

Lan Tian frowned, speculating: "I can't say exactly what it is, but it's definitely beyond normal limits—perhaps the result of Yinyuanji Society?"

"What do we do now? We can't just let Guan Yu suffer like this!" Wang Yase was anxious—if Guan Yu lost control, ordinary people would be in danger.

He was familiar with this scene—just like when Shi Zhong Sword once went out of control. He didn't want tragedy to repeat itself.

"Don't worry—he's probably about to awaken his original-position adept power." Lin Yu spoke as he tossed Shi Zhong Sword into Wang Yase's hands—but he kept Gui Lang Knife for himself, not returning it to Lan Tian.

Lan Tian saw this subtle move clearly; his lips twitched slightly, silently sighing: "Good. Our Lan family currently has no strength to protect Gui Lang Knife. Better to hand it to someone who can use it now, and find a way later."

"Guan Yu is awakening his original-position adept power?" Wang Da Dong was stunned. Though he didn't know what ability Guan Yu would gain, he knew it wouldn't be ordinary.

Lin Yu gave a light nod: "This reaction confirms it."

Wang Da Dong pressed: "So what should we do?"

Wang Yase suggested: "Call Xiu."

As they spoke, Guan Yu's condition gradually returned to normal.

"Huh!"

Guan Yu breathed heavily, his face (Zhao Lizhao) pale, drenched in sweat, as if he'd just stepped out of a bath.

In those few minutes, he felt the power inside him explode, nearly bursting from his body, almost tearing him apart.

Fortunately, Guan Yu ultimately held on; he sensed that the power within him had become even more abundant, stronger than before.

Guan Yu slowly closed his eyes, carefully feeling the power surging within him, a smile forming on his lips as he opened them and said, "My combat power seems to have improved, but I still feel time and space pressing down on me—it looks like I can't stay in the Golden Timeline anymore."

"So that's how it is. What a shame," Wang Da Dong sighed helplessly; he had planned to test himself against Guan Yu, but now he could only give up on the idea.

【408】 Acquired a new weapon

Wang Yase asked, "Brother Guan, when do you plan to depart?"

Guan Yu stood up, flexed his wrist, and replied, "The sooner, the better."

"The sooner, the better? Isn't that too hasty?" Wang Yase frowned; he had intended to spend some time with Guan Yu.

Guan Yu smiled at Wang Yase and said, "It's fine—leaving early has its advantages."

He turned to Wang Da Dong and the others and said, "Rest assured, my elder brother is in the Golden Timeline—we won't be out of touch."

Lin Yu chimed in from the side: "My younger brother said it—let's all disperse."

Everyone nodded in agreement, feeling the matter had temporarily concluded and they should attend to other matters.

"This time, we truly owe you all. Without you, the Lan family would not have escaped this disaster. You've helped us resolve the crisis—we will never forget this favor; should you ever call upon us, the Lan family will lay down our lives without hesitation!"

Lan Tian straightened his body and bowed deeply to Wang Da Dong and the others to express his gratitude.

Wang Yase and the others hurried to help Lan Tian rise; Wang Yase smiled and said, "Uncle, don't be so formal—it's what we should do."

"Haha," Lan Tian chuckled lightly, then ceased speaking with Wang Yase and turned to Lin Yu: "Since the Ghost Wolf Blade is in your hands, I'm no longer worried—I hope you'll use it to protect the entire Golden Timeline."

Lin Yu solemnly promised: "Uncle, don't worry—I will give it my absolute all!"

Having accepted something from others, one must act in return. Since the Lan family had given him the Ghost Wolf Blade, Lin Yu would not refuse. Though he didn't believe Lan Tian truly cared about protecting the Golden Timeline, he still accepted the responsibility.

After all, wasn't their mission always to guard the entire Twelve Timelines? So even if Lan Tian hadn't said anything, Lin Yu would have done it anyway.

At that moment, Wang Da Dong spoke, his gaze shifting to Lan Lan Siluo, who lay unconscious on the ground, unattended: "You should go check on your son's condition first."

Hearing this, Lan Tian suddenly remembered and rushed to Lan Lan Siluo's side, lifting him up and swiftly examining his physical state.

Lan Tian's face was filled with worry—Lan Lan Siluo's condition was dire; all his internal organs were severely injured, his bodily metrics were rapidly declining, and his life hung by a thread.

Lin Yu spoke up: "You could try finding someone named Gan Mi—he might be able to help. With your resources, finding someone shouldn't be too hard."

"Thank you!"

Upon hearing this, Lan Tian immediately slung Lan Lan Siluo onto his back and ran out. He knew that no matter how advanced the hospital, it could not save him—only by seeking out Gan Mi, as Lin Yu had mentioned, did he have even a sliver of hope.

"Let's go too!" Lin Yu called out to the group, turned, and strode away; Wang Da Dong and the others followed closely behind, exiting the Lan family's villa.

In a certain underground base in Zone One.

The Third Brother bowed respectfully to Dugu Lang, whispering low: "Master, Lin Yu has completed the task we assigned him, but…"

He hesitated, words unspoken, his expression tense.