A great emperor master every day—the good-for-nothing young master is having a blast!

Gu Jun, holding the Qinghong Sword, strode onto the martial arts stage and stood in front of Chen Yue.

As Lin Xingwei, at the eighth level of the Spirit Mansion realm, attacked, Gu Jun showed no sign of retreat.

"Your Holiness, I had no intention of offending you!"

Lin Xingwei hurriedly withdrew his source power and retreated, fearing that he might injure Xuan Yun Shengzi if he was a step too slow.

The Qinghong Sword in Gu Jun's hand shone with a bright emerald green light.

With fighting spirit ignited, Gu Ke did not give up even though Lin Xingwei stopped the attack in time.

"It's too late, you're too kind, Patriarch Lin!"

"Mysterious Cloud Sword Technique, Cloud-Shattering Slash!"

Gu Jun held the sword in reverse, the tip touching the bottom.

The source energy floated around his body, eventually gathering entirely at the sharp blade of the Azure Phoenix Sword.

The primordial energy solidified, giving the Azure Phoenix Sword a thick outer shell.

"Okay!"

Gu Jun gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and slashed upwards with a fierce motion.

The primordial energy that had solidified at the blade was dislodged from the blade and flew out due to inertia as Gu Jun unleashed his sword strike.

Lin Xingwei was conflicted, unwilling to become enemies with Gu Jun.

But the sword had already been struck, so the only option was to counter with a counterattack.

Although this Xuan Yun Saint's cultivation was weaker than his own, he dared not underestimate him.

A semi-transparent, illusory high wall appeared out of thin air in front of Lin Xingwei.

The next second, the sword strike came.

When the two collided, the expected shattering did not occur.

The high wall stood there intact, and Gu Jun's sword struck the center of the wall.

After a brief stalemate, Lin Xingwei was surprised to find that the sword blade had pierced through his high wall at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It seemed about to pierce through him and strike Lin Xingwei.

"The Holy Son's attack was that powerful?! Even this couldn't stop it?"

Lin Xingwei looked at the confident Xuan Yun Shengzi not far away and understood the source of his confidence.

Lin Xingwei did not hold back at all in creating this high wall of source energy.

It looks like a layer of mist, but a stone can easily pass through it.

In reality, its hardness is beyond imagination; both Chen Zhaowu and Ye Hongyi would have to exert considerable effort to deal with this move.

With a single stroke of his sword, the Holy Son of Xuanyun could shatter his defenses.

This is enough to prove that Gu Jun's strength is superior to that of Chen Zhaowu and Ye Hongyi.

As for Lin Xingwei, he's probably no match for him either.

With just one move, he had figured out his opponent's strength and weaknesses.

Even disregarding Gu Junxuan's status as the Holy Son of the Clouds, with his strength alone, he could easily raze the Lin family to the ground, even with those two half-step Sun Wheel Realm experts.

After a few breaths, the power of the sword blade not only did not weaken in the slightest, but even became stronger and stronger.

The high wall of source energy could not withstand this brutal attack; a large gash appeared in its center, and the sword blade rushed straight toward Lin Xingwei, who was standing behind the wall.

In the moment of crisis, Lin Xingwei wielded a giant shield and once again defended himself.

The moment his sword clashed with the blade, Lin Xingwei felt an extremely strong pressure.

The force was so great that he couldn't hold on and had to take two steps back.

After a moment of support, the giant shield slowly tilted upwards, and the sword blade, following the trajectory of the tilting shield, flew into the sky.

It swept across the white clouds, leaving a deep mark in the sky, and the blade dissipated into specks of green light that fell down.

This strike sent shivers down everyone's spines.

Looking up at the sky, the white clouds, cut in two, seemed unable to heal for a long time.

Although no one present dared to underestimate the strength of Xuan Yun Shengzi, achieving this level was truly exaggerated.

With his early-stage Spirit Mansion cultivation, he went head-to-head with Lin Xingwei, the head of the Lin family, who was at the eighth level of the Spirit Mansion realm, and did not lose ground.

Is this the Holy Son of Xuanyun, or the disciple of Daoist Xuanyun?

After witnessing this scene, Chen Yue couldn't help but be somewhat surprised.

In the few days they hadn't seen each other, Gu Jun, like him, had made rapid progress.

His swordsmanship has improved dramatically, and its power is astonishing.

Lin Sheng sighed deeply. Even if he was very confident, he had to ask himself honestly if he could do something like cleaving the heavens with a single sword strike. Obviously, he couldn't.

Only after seeing the stark contrast did he realize that his previous arrogance was all a joke.

Only such people deserve confidence and arrogance; as for myself, I am nothing more than a clown.

Lin Xingwei bowed sincerely to Gu Jun and pleaded, "Your Majesty, Young Master Chen Yue, Sheng'er's Source Sea has been destroyed, and he can no longer become a Source Being."

"If that's the case, why go to such lengths to kill them all? Why not spare my son's life?"

Gu Jun asked, "Fellow Daoist Chen Yue, what do you think?"

Chen Yue remained expressionless and calmly uttered three words, "Kill them."

Sensing Chen Yue's resolute decision, Gu Jun asked no further questions.

"Patriarch Lin, you must have heard it too."

"The life or death of Young Master Lin Sheng is not up to this Holy Son; it all depends on Fellow Daoist Chen Yue's decision."

Lin Xingwei felt utterly hopeless; Chen Yue's resolute words were like a sharp knife piercing his heart.

Even though I know there's no hope, I still want to struggle.

“Young Master Chen Yue, as long as you don’t kill Sheng’er, the Lin family will agree to any request you make.”

Chen Yue smiled slightly, and it was this smile that rekindled hope in Lin Xingwei's heart. He thought he had finally found a bargaining chip.

He would fulfill any request Chen Yue made, no matter what it was.

"Young Master Chen Yue, we will do our best to fulfill any request that the Lin family can make."

Chen Yue countered, "Any request is acceptable?"

Lin Xingwei nodded repeatedly, "Of course."

Chen Yue pointed at Lin Sheng and smiled, "My request isn't too difficult. I'd like to ask Patriarch Lin to kill him."

Lin Xingwei's expression hardened. "Is Young Master Chen joking with me?"

"Patriarch Lin, do you think I'm joking with you?"

"If you can't even do something this simple, then don't even mention doing your best to satisfy your needs."

Hearing the two of them dawdling over each other, Gu Jun grew impatient and interrupted their conversation.

"Are you coming or not? If not, then I, the Holy Son, will come!"

Of the three people's conversation, the one who suffered the most psychological trauma was not any of them, but Lin Sheng, who remained unknown in the background.

The topic they were discussing was actually how to kill him?

This feeling of knowing you're going to die, but having no choice but to wait, is absolutely awful.

Just as the group was arguing, dozens of dark red icicles quietly appeared behind Lin Sheng.

By the time he saw the source energy mark on his right hand light up again, it was too late.

"father......"

Lin Sheng opened his mouth wide, but before he could say anything, dozens of ice spikes pierced his chest.

Fresh blood gushed out and flowed all over the ground.

He slowly looked down at his body, which was tattered beyond recognition.

Lin Sheng was lost in a daze, feeling his consciousness gradually becoming blurred, his pupils dilating, and his eyes slowly closing together.

His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

The sound coming from behind instantly alerted Lin Xingwei.

Looking back, he saw the scene he least wanted to see in his life.

Lin Sheng lay in a pool of blood, his body riddled with dozens of ice spikes, his fate unknown.

"Sheng'er!!"

"Chen Yue, you...you!!"

Lin Xingwei angrily pointed at Chen Yue, too angry to speak.

All respect for Chen Yue in his words had completely vanished.

He quickly came to Lin Sheng's side, helped him up, and carefully and slowly poured the source energy into Lin Sheng's body.

No matter how hard I tried, it was no use.

Lin Sheng's source sea was destroyed, and the source power that flowed into Lin Sheng's body immediately disappeared from the world.

"Sheng'er..."