Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2201  Stun All Sides (2)

"I don't believe it!" Yun Long, his confidence shattered, raised his own sword in a desperate attempt to defend himself. But the difference in their power levels was now glaringly apparent.

Bang!

Yun Lintian's blade descended, a streak of golden light that cleaved through Yun Long's weapon as if it were mere paper. The shattered remnants of the blade clattered to the ground, leaving Yun Long defenseless and exposed.

The crowd watched in horrified fascination as Yun Lintian's blade stopped a hair's breadth from Yun Long's throat. The tip of the blade, shimmering with energy, drew a thin line of blood across Yun Long's skin, a symbolic gesture of his complete and utter defeat.

Yun Lintian leaned in, his voice a chilling whisper that only Yun Long could hear. "Remember this day, Yun Long. Remember the humiliation of your defeat. Remember that you were not the only one with hidden depths." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He withdrew his blade, the golden energy dissipating as quickly as it had appeared. Yun Lintian turned his back on the defeated Yun Long, a sense of finality in his movements.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

The crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers and applause, their voices echoing through the arena. The forgotten son had not only reclaimed his rightful place but had also surpassed all expectations.

"Good! Hahaha! Good!" Yun Wuhan, tears streaming down his face, let out a roar of triumph. His son, his pride and joy, had become stronger and more powerful than ever before.

Yun Qinghong, on the other hand, was a picture of abject despair. His son, his carefully crafted weapon, had been broken before his very eyes. His dreams of power and glory lay shattered at his feet.

As Yun Lintian descended from the arena, he was met by a sea of outstretched hands and eager smiles. The clansmen, once skeptical and dismissive, now hailed him as their hero, their savior.

Yun Ling, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears, rushed to his side, her heart overflowing with joy and relief.

"Young Master," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion, "you were incredible!"

Yun Lintian smiled, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with the heat of the sun. "Now you believe me, Little Ling?" he chuckled.

Yun Ling nodded excitedly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Of course, Young Master! You are the strongest!"

Bang!

Suddenly, Yun Qinghong stood up, his face twisted with anger and resentment. He slammed his hand on the table, the sound echoing through the arena.

"This is preposterous!" he roared, his voice filled with venom. "This cannot stand! Yun Wuhan, you have deceived us all! Your son is a monster, a threat to the very existence of our clan!"

The crowd fell silent, their eyes shifting between Yun Qinghong and Yun Lintian. A tense atmosphere descended upon the arena, the air thick with anticipation.

Yun Wuhan rose to his feet, his gaze unwavering as he met Yun Qinghong's furious glare. "Yun Qinghong," he said, his voice calm yet firm, "my son has proven his worth in a fair and honorable duel. He is the rightful successor to the Yun Clan, and I will not tolerate any attempts to undermine his authority."

Yun Qinghong sneered. "Authority? What authority does a half-wit with no memories have? He is a danger to us all, a ticking time bomb waiting to explode."

He turned to the other elders, his eyes pleading for support. "I urge you, my fellow elders, to reconsider your decision. We cannot allow this... this abomination to lead our clan to ruin!"

A few elders on Yun Qinghong's side nodded in agreement, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty. But the majority remained silent, their eyes fixed on Yun Lintian. They had witnessed his power firsthand, and they knew that he was not to be underestimated.

Suddenly, a chilling voice echoed through the arena. "I agree with Elder Yun Qinghong."

Everyone turned to see Chen Zitao, the young patriarch of the Chen Clan, standing at the edge of the arena. His eyes, cold and calculating, were fixed on Yun Lintian.

"This... this Yun Lintian is a menace to society," Chen Zitao continued, his voice dripping with disdain. "He has no respect for authority, no regard for the traditions of our world. He must be eliminated before he causes any more harm."

Yun Qinghong's eyes lit up with malicious glee. He had secretly colluded with the Chen Clan, promising them a share of the Yun Clan's resources in exchange for their support.

Chen Zitao raised his hand, a signal to the hidden Chen Clan experts surrounding the arena.

Swoosh!

In a flash, dozens of figures clad in black armor emerged from the shadows, their swords drawn and their eyes filled with murderous intent.

The crowd gasped in horror as they realized the situation. The Yun Clan was under attack, and their new hero, Yun Lintian, was the target.

Yun Lintian, however, remained unfazed. He watched the scene unfold with a calm detachment, as if he were a mere spectator observing a play. A faint smile played upon his lips, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Interesting," he murmured, his voice barely audible amidst the rising chaos. "So, this is how it's going to be."

"Yun Wuhan," Yun Qinghong's voice boomed through the arena, laced with barely suppressed rage and triumph, "step down from your position as Patriarch. Relinquish your authority to me, and I will spare your son's life."

The crowd gasped, the sudden turn of events sending ripples of shock and indignation through them. Yun Wuhan's face paled, his heart clenching with a mixture of fury and fear.

"Never!" Yun Wuhan roared, his voice echoing through the arena. "I will not bow to your treachery, Yun Qinghong! You are a traitor to the clan, a disgrace to our ancestors!"

Yun Qinghong's face contorted with rage. "Very well," he sneered. "If you won't cooperate, then your son will pay the price."

He raised his hand, a signal to the Chen Clan experts surrounding the arena. "Kill him!"

Swoosh!

A surge of movement rippled through the Chen Clan ranks. Blades, catching the sunlight like malevolent sparks, erupted from their sheaths.

"Tian'er!" Yun Wuhan's roar echoed through the arena, a primal surge of fear and protectiveness.

"Run, Young Master!" Yun Ling, without hesitation, unleashed a torrent of power, desperate to shield Yun Lintian from the impending storm of steel.

Yun Lintian smiled gently and placed his hand on her shoulder. "It will be fine."

Buzz—

The golden aura surrounding him flared to life once more, its power even greater than before…