God Destroying Pearl

This space spirit rope is condensed from Song Yun's spiritual power and control over space. It is invisible and intangible, yet extremely tough. Once tied up, it is difficult to break free.

Li Bin realized the danger, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly tried to raise the spirit sword in his hand for defense.

However, his movements were not as quick as before. The space spirit rope had already wrapped around him before he raised his sword, binding him tightly.

Li Bin's body was tied tightly with spiritual ropes, unable to move, and his face became extremely ugly.

"Song Yun, you and I are both in the late stage of foundation building. If my sword that cuts through the air had not been perfected and consumed too much spiritual energy, you might not be able to defeat me." There was a hint of unwillingness and anger in Li Bin's voice. He knew that he was already at a disadvantage in this duel, but he was still unwilling to admit defeat easily.

When Song Yun heard Li Bin's words, a sneer appeared on his lips, and a hint of contempt appeared in his eyes.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Do you think these are all the tricks I have?" Song Yun's voice was full of confidence, as if there were more cards he hadn't revealed.

"Can you tell me how you suspected that I was related to the death of your young master Lin Jianxiao?" Song Yun asked again, his eyes fixed on Li Bin's face, trying to find the answer from the other's expression.

Li Bin snorted coldly and turned his head to the side, obviously unwilling to answer Song Yun's question.

His eyes were full of disdain and anger, and he seemed insulted by Song Yun's question.

His silence may be a provocation to Song Yun, or it may be helplessness about his own situation.

Seeing this, Song Yun was not angry, and there was still a faint smile on his face.

He knew that sometimes silence could reveal a person's inner thoughts better than words.

So he changed the question and continued asking.

"Then what's the matter with this spiritual sword of yours? It's obviously a mid-grade spiritual sword, but it can be comparable to the top-grade spiritual sword I have, and it can also disappear instantly. Do you also have a spatial spiritual root?" There was a hint of curiosity in Song Yun's tone. He was very interested in the spiritual sword in Li Bin's hand.

This question seemed to touch Li Bin's sore spot, and a complicated light flashed in his eyes.

He knew that his spirit sword was no ordinary object, and its origin and abilities were his secrets.

However, he did not intend to reveal these secrets to Song Yun.

"Hmph, there's no way I can tell you." Li Bin replied coldly, with a hint of determination in his voice.

Song Yun smiled slightly, and then said, "If you tell me, I might spare your life."

When Li Bin heard this, he burst into laughter, with a hint of open-mindedness and disdain in his smile.

His voice was firm and powerful as he said, "When I chose to cultivate immortality, I was prepared to die." He knew that he had chosen a path full of dangers and challenges, but he never regretted it.

Li Bin then sighed and said, "It's a pity that I couldn't fulfill my wish."

After saying this, Li Bin stopped talking. His eyes became calm and deep, as if he was thinking about something.

Song Yun looked at Li Bin. He knew that he couldn't get any useful information from him.

There was a flash of determination in his eyes, and the spirit sword in his hand flashed. The sword light was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the air, carrying a cold murderous intent.

The sword flashed across Li Bin's neck, and blood gushed out instantly. Li Bin's body slowly fell down, with a hint of relief in his eyes, as if at this moment, he had finally put down all his burdens and regrets.

Then, Song Yun put the magic sword in his hand back into the storage bag.

Then, Song Yun began to clean up the battlefield.

He carefully checked the bodies of every disciple of the Divine Sword Sect and collected their storage bags and spirit swords one by one.

These storage bags may contain various precious items, such as elixirs, spiritual weapons, talismans, etc., and spiritual swords are their weapons and also have certain value.

After confirming that nothing valuable was missing, Song Yun began to deal with the corpses on the battlefield.

He cast Fireball on each corpse, a basic but effective spell whose flames were fierce and pure, capable of completely burning the corpse to ashes.

As the last ray of flame died out, Song Yun's face showed no expression. He simply said to the bird on the tree next to him, "The bird is gone."

When the spirit bird heard Song Yun's voice, it flapped its wings lightly, flew up from the branch, and landed lightly on Song Yun's shoulder.

Song Yun said softly to the bird on his shoulder: "Let's find a place to rest first and set off later."

The bird nodded its small head and responded with its clear voice: "Okay."

In a five-story attic, the atmosphere is solemn and dignified.

In a room in the attic, a man in his fifties, dressed in fine clothes and slightly overweight, was sitting on a carved wooden chair.

His face was calm and his eyes revealed a barely perceptible sharpness, clearly a man of great experience.

Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence in the room.

The man's voice was calm and powerful, and he simply uttered one word: "Come in."

The door was slowly pushed open, and a man who looked like a butler hurried into the room, his face showing a bit of nervousness and anxiety.

As soon as the housekeeper entered the room, he hurriedly said, "Master, Li Bin's soul tablet is broken."

The soul destiny plate is a special object used by cultivators to mark their life status. Once the soul destiny plate is broken, it means that the person holding the soul destiny plate is dead.

After hearing this, the Pavilion Master's body trembled slightly and he was silent for a while.

This brief silence contains too many complex emotions.

Finally, the Pavilion Master spoke slowly, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice: "He is my son after all. Go find out who killed him."

After hearing this, the butler immediately responded, "Yes," and prepared to leave the room.

At this time, the man called Pavilion Master added: "He has the ethereal sword I gave him. If possible, bring it back."

The butler replied, "Yes."

The butler then left the room and closed the door quietly.

After the butler left, a trace of sadness flashed across the face of the man called the Pavilion Master, and his eyes revealed deep sorrow.

He said in a soft voice: "I'm sorry to you and your mother. Don't worry, I will avenge you." These words seemed to be spoken to himself, and also as if they were spoken to his deceased son.

His hands unconsciously clenched the armrests of the chair, and his knuckles turned pale from the force.