Checking in for 100,000 Years

Chapter 1112: Even the Chaos Sky Battle Body Can’t Withstand This Sword

Tianque City.

Di Dao Lin and Yuwen Xiong Zhu, these two adversaries, still stood together, chatting idly.

"Di Dao Lin, aren’t you afraid?"

Yuwen Xiong Zhu pursed his lips and asked in a light tone.

"What should I be afraid of!"

Di Dao Lin snorted coldly.

"The elder from the Sect of Seven Kills is likely to return soon, and by then, your son-in-law will suffer!"

Yuwen Xiong Zhu said gloatingly.

"My son-in-law spared your life, yet your mouth is still so troublesome?"

Di Dao Lin chided irritably.

"I’m doing this for your own good..."

Yuwen Xiong Zhu sighed, pretended to say earnestly, "Before the elder returns, quickly take your daughter and flee. Considering our years of friendship, I won’t fuss much with you!"

"Keep dreaming!"

Di Dao Lin waved his big hand and turned his back on Yuwen Xiong Zhu.

He would not leave.

From deep within his heart, Di Dao Lin trusted Long Yunzi even more.

"Kindness really goes unrewarded!"

Yuwen Xiong Zhu cursed furiously, grinding his teeth.

A ripple appeared in the void.

Suddenly, a powerful aura descended outside the hall.

"The elder has returned!"

Feeling the familiar aura, Yuwen Xiong Zhu’s face showed joy.

He looked up to see that next to the elder of the Sect of Seven Kills stood a stranger, whose cultivation base had reached the Eighth Layer of the God King Realm.

"Could he be a disciple from the Chaos Sect? It seems that Order of Chaos must be fake, they’ve come to clean house!"

Yuwen Xiong Zhu thought secretly, a smile appearing on his face.

Wei Zhongxian and Senior Brother Zhao descended gracefully like two fallen leaves in front of Yuwen Xiong Zhu and Di Dao Lin.

"Elder, you’re back!"

Yuwen Xiong Zhu bowed respectfully.

Di Dao Lin’s face was dark, suddenly feeling a sense of unease.

Undoubtedly.

The strong man at the eighth level of the God King Realm must be from the Chaos Sect.

"Are they here to demand accountability?"

Di Dao Lin’s heart raced.

For a moment, he started to worry about Long Yunzi.

These are disciples of the God-Emperor Level powers of the Chaos Sect and the Sect of Seven Kills; if they joined forces, who could oppose them?

"Which one is Di Dao Lin?"

Senior Brother Zhao glanced over, asking indifferently.

"He’s Di Dao Lin!"

Yuwen Xiong Zhu quickly pointed with his hand.

Di Dao Lin glared at him.

This old fiend Yuwen is truly cunning.

"You’re Di Dao Lin? Something doesn’t feel right..."

Senior Brother Zhao glanced at Di Dao Lin, as if seeing through him, then frowned, showing doubt.

"He’s Di Dao Lin, and I am Yuwen Xiong Zhu of Tianque City!"

Di Dao Lin pointed, speaking irritably.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Yuwen Xiong Zhu roared angrily, almost bursting with rage.

This old man dares to impersonate me in front of everyone?

"You’re not Di Dao Lin either!"

Senior Brother Zhao glanced over, then shook his head in denial.

Watching this ridiculous scene, Wei Zhongxian was left stunned.

What’s going on?

Could it be that Senior Brother Zhao from the Chaos Sect is muddle-headed after being poisoned?

Or is it the hallucination from the poison acting up?

"Brother Zhao, he’s Di Dao Lin, and this one is Yuwen Xiong Zhu!"

Wei Zhongxian quickly pointed at the two, explaining.

"Brother Wei, haven’t you noticed? Neither of them is poisoned!"

Senior Brother Zhao said, frowning.

"That’s true; I hadn’t noticed that before."

Wei Zhongxian glanced at Di Dao Lin, looking shocked.

Di Dao Lin showed no signs of poisoning, as if the poison had been removed.

"His son-in-law removed it!"

Yuwen Xiong Zhu shouted loudly.

At this moment, he wouldn’t miss the chance to hit someone when they’re down.

"Who is your son-in-law?"

Senior Brother Zhao stepped forward, fixing his gaze on Di Dao Lin, releasing oppressive power.

Di Dao Lin shivered slightly.

His realm and body were truly incomparable to the Chaos Sky Battle Body of the Chaos Sect.

The terrifying strength in this person’s body could crush him with even a finger.

"Are you looking for me?"

A light voice suddenly echoed from the depths of the hall.

Then.

A man and a woman emerged slowly from the hall.

"How strange, why are you poisoned too?"

Ye Yun looked at Senior Brother Zhao, showing a hint of doubt.

"Can you neutralize poison?"

Senior Brother Zhao gazed intently at Ye Yun, eagerly asking.

"What if I can?"

Ye Yun replied lightly.

"If you can remove the poison, quickly do so and I’ll give you a great reward!"

Senior Brother Zhao said eagerly.

"Why should I remove it? Who are you?"

Ye Yun smiled coldly, turning to Wei Zhongxian, asking, "Where’s my Order of Chaos; why hasn’t it shown up?"

Wei Zhongxian’s old face reddened, replying irritably, "I gave it to Brother Sima to verify!"

"Useless, you can’t even handle such a small matter!"

Ye Yun couldn’t hold back from cursing.

He came from afar, expecting something, yet it amounted to nothing.

He was filled with anticipation for nothing.

"This kid is really arrogant; who is he exactly?"

Senior Brother Zhao secretly transmitted to Wei Zhongxian.

"He’s Di Dao Lin’s daughter’s partner, a sword cultivator with decent swordsmanship, aloof and indifferent, disregarding everything, even my favor is sometimes useless..."

Wei Zhongxian considered his words, then transmitted back.

"Hmm!"

Senior Brother Zhao nodded.

Some sword cultivators are so stubborn, even when broken, they won’t yield.

He had seen one before.

In the end, he smashed that sword cultivator with a punch.

But this white-robed youth before him absolutely couldn’t be smashed.

After all, his life was still in the other’s hands.

Though he had such thoughts, his expression remained unchanged.

Suddenly, he reached out, snatching Di Dao Lin to his side.

Di Dao Lin’s cultivation was too weak to evade.

"If you don’t remove my poison, your old father-in-law will suffer!"

Senior Brother Zhao stared at Ye Yun, holding Di Dao Lin aloft, and said coldly.

"Are you—threatening me?"

Ye Yun smiled lightly and pulled out the sword from his back.

"Haha!

This sword cultivator is so foolish, daring to attack an elder of the Chaos Sect, looking for death!"

Yuwen Xiong Zhu laughed secretly.

He wished for Ye Yun to offend the Chaos Sect and the Sect of Seven Kills at this moment.

"Is there a mistake?

You, mere sword cultivator at the Eighth Layer of Divine Venerable Realm, imagine using a sword against me, a strong man at the Eighth Layer of God King Realm?"

Seeing Ye Yun draw his sword, Senior Brother Zhao was stunned.

The gap in realms was so wide; this sword cultivator was indeed overly confident!

The Chaos Sky Battle Body of the Chaos Sect boasted unimaginable defensive power, even if he stood here, believing that sword wouldn’t scratch a hair of his.

"My sword has nothing to do with the realm."

Ye Yun smiled calmly.

A stunning flash of sword light passed, he unleashed the Sword of Death Realm.

"So fast!"

Seeing the sword light, Senior Brother Zhao was taken aback.

It was extremely fast.

Feeling his thoughts hadn’t reacted, the sword light fell on the wrist.

Fortunately, his body was strong, the opponent’s sword couldn’t cause harm.

Puff!

A muffled sound was heard.

Senior Brother Zhao’s wrist was sliced cleanly by the sword.

Ye Yun reached out gently and pulled Di Dao Lin over from the air.

"Ah!"

Senior Brother Zhao clutched his blood-soaked wrist in agony, unable to help but roar angrily at the sky.

He, at the Eighth Layer of God King Realm, was surprisingly caught off guard by a sword cultivator at the Eighth Layer of Divine Venerable Realm, slicing off his wrist.

The grand Chaos Sky Battle Body couldn’t withstand that sword!

Truly humiliating!