Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2200  Stun All Sides (1)

Opposite Yun Lintian stood Yun Long, a figure of arrogance and barely contained rage. His ornate armor gleamed in the sunlight, a testament to his privileged upbringing and the resources lavished upon him by his father.

A sneer curled his lips as he met Yun Lintian's gaze, his eyes burning with a mix of contempt and thinly veiled fear.

Yun Wuhan watched from the high balcony reserved for the patriarch and elders, his heart a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. Pride for his son's unwavering spirit warred with the cold dread of potential failure.

Beside him, Yun Qinghong radiated smug confidence, his every gesture a taunt to the patriarch's unspoken fears.

"Let's start."

A hush fell over the arena as a wizened elder, his voice amplified by the acoustics of the ancient structure, announced the commencement of the trial.

The rules were simple: a duel to first blood, with no use of external aids or artifacts. It was a test of pure skill, a contest of raw power and unyielding will.

Shua!

As soon as the elder's voice fell, Yun Long, eager to prove his superiority, was the first to strike. His movements were a blur as he unleashed a torrent of sword techniques, each strike aimed at ending the duel swiftly and decisively.

However, Yun Lintian could easily evade each blow with a fluid ease, his eyes tracking Yun Long's movements with a predator's focus.

The crowd watched in rapt silence, their initial disbelief giving way to grudging admiration. The battle raged on, a whirlwind of flashing blades and agile footwork. Yun Long, growing increasingly frustrated by Yun Lintian's unwavering defense, resorted to taunts and insults.

"Come on, you coward!" he snarled, his voice echoing through the arena. "Don't just dodge like a frightened rabbit. Attack!"

Yun Lintian remained unfazed, his expression serene as he parried each of Yun Long's strikes. His calm demeanor only served to further infuriate his opponent.

"Why don't you fight back?" Yun Long bellowed, his attacks growing more reckless with each passing moment. "Are you afraid of me?"

A flicker of amusement danced in Yun Lintian's eyes. "Patience, Yun Long," he replied, his voice a calm counterpoint to the storm raging around them. "Everything has its time."

Yun Long, consumed by his fury, lunged forward with a wild overhead strike. Yun Lintian effortlessly sidestepped the attack, leaving Yun Long off-balance and vulnerable.

"Argh!" Yun Long roared in frustration, his pride wounded by his inability to land a single blow.

In a fit of rage, Yun Long's eyes flashed with a sinister light. A dark energy surged around him, swirling and crackling like a malevolent storm. The air grew heavy, charged with an oppressive aura that sent shivers down the spines of the spectators.

"I've had enough of your games!" Yun Long snarled, his voice dripping with malice. "It's time to end this!"

With a guttural cry, Yun Long unleashed his trump card. A wave of terrifying energy erupted from him, washing over the arena like a tsunami. The very ground trembled beneath his feet as he revealed his true cultivation level: the Divine King Realm!

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A collective gasp ripped through the crowd, a wave of shock rolling through the assembled figures. The Divine King Realm – a pinnacle few dared to dream of attaining, a threshold where cultivators transcended mortal limitations and brushed against the divine.

Yun Long, it seemed, had ascended to this exalted level in secret, far surpassing anyone's wildest expectations.

While the Yun Clan boasted several Divine Kings, such a young prodigy was a rarity. A subtle shift began to ripple through the minds of the gathered elders.

Yun Wuhan's heart sank as he witnessed the transformation in his nephew. He had suspected that Yun Long was hiding his true strength, but the reality of his power was far more daunting than he had imagined.

Yun Qinghong, on the other hand, reveled in his son's display of dominance. A triumphant grin spread across his face as he watched the fear and awe reflected in the eyes of the spectators.

"This is my son!" he proclaimed, his voice booming with pride. "The true successor to the Yun Clan!"

Yun Lintian remained undeterred. The aura of the Divine King Realm did not intimidate him in the slightest.

"So, you've finally revealed your true colors," Yun Lintian said, his voice calm and steady. "Impressive, but not enough."

Yun Long sneered. "Not enough? You fool! You dare to underestimate the power of the Divine King Realm? You are nothing but an ant before me!"

Yun Lintian's lips curled into a faint smile. "An ant, you say? Perhaps. But who is an ant actually?"

A flicker of doubt flashed across Yun Long's face. Could this amnesiac truly possess a power that rivaled his own? The thought was absurd, impossible. Yet, the intensity in Yun Lintian's eyes, the unwavering confidence in his voice, sowed a seed of unease within him.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Yun Long scoffed, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. "You're bluffing! You can't possibly..."

Bang!

Yun Long's words were cut short as Yun Lintian's aura surged forth, a golden torrent of raw power that dwarfed even Yun Long's Divine King Realm aura. The very air crackled with energy, the ground trembling beneath the force of his unleashed might.

"What!? Another Divine King?"

The crowd gasped in unison, their eyes widening in disbelief. It was as if a sleeping dragon had awakened, its dormant power now unleashed in a breathtaking display of strength.

Yun Lintian's golden aura enveloped him like a second skin, his eyes blazing with an intensity that sent shivers down the spines of all who beheld him. He stood tall, his posture radiating an aura of invincibility that belied his youthful appearance.

"Divine...King...Realm?!" Yun Long stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

A cruel smile played upon Yun Lintian's lips. "Surprised, Yun Long? Did you really think you were the only one with a few tricks up your sleeve?"

Yun Lintian's words were like a dagger to Yun Long's heart. His carefully cultivated image of superiority, his pride in being the first to reach the Divine King Realm, crumbled before his eyes.

"How...how is this possible?" Yun Long muttered, his voice filled with disbelief and despair.

Yun Lintian shrugged, his smile widening. "Perhaps I am not as forgetful as you thought. Perhaps I simply chose to bide my time, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal my true strength."

He took a step forward, his aura intensifying with each movement. "And this, Yun Long, is that moment."

The golden energy surrounding Yun Lintian coalesced, forming a shimmering blade of pure light in his hand. The blade hummed with power, its edges radiating an aura of unparalleled sharpness…