Young master, your intentions are?” Shen Tu Ya also had a follower who asked him through a Yuan Qi voice transmission.
“Let’s make our move first. Let’s kill Yi Yun just like we killed that Lin family disciple from before!” A cold beam flashed and disappeared in Shen Tu Ya’s eyes. Previously, he had killed a Lin family disciple, named Lin Ping. His corpse had been ejected out of the Great Empress mystic realm. It made the Elders of the Lin family extremely sad and angry. However, they never expected that Lin Ping was not killed by Shen Tu Nantian, but by Shen Tu Ya.
Shen Tu Ya very quickly informed a few cultivators through secret Yuan Qi voice transmissions. These cultivators had already shown intent on killing Yi Yun the moment they entered the Great Empress mystic realm.
They had vowed to fight the Lin family along with the Shen Tu family clan on penalty of a mental demon. Furthermore, Shen Tu Nantian had offered a reward before entering the mystic realm that whoever killed Yi Yun would obtain a reward.
These cultivators, who were tempted by the reward, had already made it clear that once Yi Yun was eliminated, they would make their moves on Yi Yun after he lost the protection from the Great Empress mystic realm’s rules. They would not spare any effort in leaving him without a body.
However, with the way the situation developed, what they had said originally became a massive joke.
These people, who had previously coveted the reward by killing Yi Yun, were extremely worried. They were now the weaklings. With the Great Empress mystic realm’s rules disappearing, the next thing that would happen was Yi Yun killing them!
If they asked themselves, in the event of them being in Yi Yun’s position, would they let themselves off? Revenge and treasures from killing them would be obtained, so who would let this chance go?
They were already out of choices.
Not only that, the ancient Great Empress’ inheritance that Yi Yun had obtained was an item of their dreams. That inheritance far exceeded this era. Once they obtained it, they would very likely become the sovereign of the Tian Yuan world. They would lead their family clans to become the number one family clan in the Tian Yuan world.
Who wouldn’t want such a great advantage?
As the saying goes, human beings die in pursuit of wealth and birds die in pursuit of food. With a peerless opportunity in front of them, even if they knew blood would spill as a result of them fighting for it, there was still no way for them to curb their greediness!
These people had already subconsciously touched their interspatial rings. They were waiting for an chance to make a sudden joint attack.
Amongst these cultivators, there were many who were at the Dao Seed realm. As Tian Yuan world elites, these Dao Seed realm warriors may be inferior to Shen Tu Nantian, but their power was still extraordinary. The power they had was very terrifying if they attacked together.
If possible, Shen Tu Ya greatly wished that he could kill both Shen Tu Nantian and Yi Yun together.
As many people were waiting for the opportunity to kill Yi Yun, the eyes of Shen Tu Nantian, who had burned his blood and Qi, had already gone red from bloodlust.
His body was encircled by lightning. It went from bluish-purple to a pale blood red color.
Blood red lightning contained the power of Qi and blood. It was mainly used to kill.
“Yi Yun, I want you to die!”
Shen Tu Nantian and Yi Yun were already mortal enemies. After being beaten up by Yi Yun, whose cultivation level and age was lower than him, it caused the pangs of jealousy in him to burn. His self-esteem had been severely damaged. Shen Tu Nantian was already going crazy from the numerous setbacks.
Shen Tu Nantian’s entire Yuan Qi was accompanied by the power of blood and the Qi shot up into the sky. It formed a rolling red cloud!
“Sacrificing my blood, refined into evil lightning, the sword of heavenly punishment. Kill!”
Shen Tu Nantian lifted his sword high up. All his blood was burning as the power of lightning of the world gathered on his sword!
Seeing this scene, Yi Yun flipped his right hand. The azure-colored sword disappeared, and it was replaced by a rusty broken sword.
At this moment, Yi Yun no longer cared about revealing the broken sword. Compared to the Great Empress’ inheritance, this broken sword was unable to attract anyone’s attention.
The hatred he had amassed was more than enough. It wasn’t lacking a broken sword.