Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1891 - 1757: Unbridled (Part 2)

If that’s the case, things are going to get troublesome.

At this moment, Qingyang had already charged within five meters of Song Yun, his speed far surpassing anyone else present.

"Damn it!"

Song Yun cursed under his breath, not expecting Qingyang to change faces so quickly—still fearful just a moment ago, and suddenly fearless now.

He swung his Black Light Severing Sword towards Qingyang, slashing forward in one motion.

A streak of black Sword Qi shot towards Qingyang, the powerful energy fluctuations seemingly ripping through the void.

Just now, because the distance was so close, the Sword Qi struck two ss-level bodies instantly, and the crowd didn’t see it clearly.

Now upon seeing it, the Sword Qi was no different from a cannonball, its power incredibly astonishing.

Seeing the black Sword Qi rushing over, Qingyang snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he disappeared without a trace.

The Sword Qi rampaged through the space where Qingyang had charged from, crashing into the hall wall with a bang, blasting a massive hole in the wall, causing the entire building to shake.

Failing the first strike, Song Yun’s face changed as he vigilantly scanned his surroundings.

Suddenly, a sense of danger surged from behind.

"So fast!"

His heart skipped a beat. He quickly turned around and simultaneously reversed the sword to slash behind him.

However, having just advanced to the ss-level, his speed was still a bit slower than Qingyang’s.

Qingyang kicked him in the back with a loud bang, the impact almost shattering him entirely.

Song Yun only felt a massive force from behind, and the next moment, he was sent flying forward.

But this time, just as when he was trapped by foreigners before, even though the opponent was powerful, a force inside him surged to offset it, so it didn’t cause much harm.

Yet the external impact was unavoidable.

Boom.

He slammed into the wall like a cannonball, the wall collapsing, dust billowing everywhere.

Though the scene was overwhelming, Song Yun only sustained minor injuries, with no significant damage to his internal organs or bones.

"What’s going on? Could it be that after Yin Xi’s Manual entered my body, it can help me resist attacks?"

Song Yun wondered, wanting to get up and continue fighting when suddenly, parts of the previously blurry manual in his mind became clear.

Phantom Step.

Seeing these words in his mind, Song Yun stopped getting up, thinking: "Phantom Step, is it a movement technique manual?"

He quickly checked its contents and found that it was indeed so.

Phantom Step is a movement technique designed to accelerate movement speed, enhancing one’s speed by over ten times the same level.

Ten times is an exceptionally terrifying figure, almost overwhelming similarly leveled opponents.

Furthermore, at its peak, Phantom Step can allow one to cover a thousand meters in a single step.

This speed is much faster than cars or trains.

"So powerful!"

Song Yun’s heart raced with excitement when more information emerged in his mind.

The gist was that with each advancement, a part of the manual would be unlocked, releasing a manual of Cultivation Technique.

This time, since Song Yun had just advanced to the ss-level and hadn’t fully merged with the manual, Phantom Step wasn’t immediately released.

However, Qingyang’s powerful kick made the manual sense a threat of potential death, so at the critical moment, it fully merged with Song Yun, unlocking Phantom Step.

"So I should thank Qingyang for kicking me."

Song Yun thought sarcastically but quickly focused on studying the Phantom Step.

At this moment, Qingyang’s superiority was due to his speed, suppressing Song Yun.

As long as Song Yun could comprehend Phantom Step, he wouldn’t be left behind in speed and, with his Black Light Severing Sword, could contend with Qingyang.

"Song Yun, how are you?"

"Brother Yun!"

Seeing Song Yun buried under the rubble, Little Sword God, Juan Mao, Master Bei, and Qiu Chumeng ran over, their faces filled with worry.

Seeing them gather, Song Yun whispered, "Don’t make a sound; just say I’m dead. I’m currently cultivating a movement technique and will fight Qingyang later. Have your fathers and masters hold him off."

The four froze at Song Yun’s words.

It’s said to be clutching at straws at the last minute, but can you really do that when you’re already on the field?

And now you’re cultivating a movement technique, which seems unrealistic.

The four snapped back, full of doubts and confusion, yet still obeyed Song Yun’s instruction. Juan Mao shouted, "Song Yun, how could you be dead?"

"Brother Yun, you can’t die!"

Little Sword God also shouted, albeit awkwardly, but no one minded at the moment.

Hearing their words, the entire crowd was shocked and turned to Qingyang in disbelief.

Earlier, Song Yun had been dominating, killing three ss-level opponents.

Yet now, he was kicked to death by Qingyang; Qingyang’s power seemed extraordinarily terrifying.

"Hahahaha."

Hearing that Song Yun was dead, Qingyang laughed arrogantly, his laughter chilling to the core.

He leaped back to the second-floor hallway, leaning against the railing, and said to his side, "Song Yun is dealt with; kill the rest of them. Today, anyone opposing us mustn’t walk out of this manor."

"Yes."

The six remaining ss-level members on the opposite side responded in unison, then collectively attacked Sanjian, the Great Sacrificial Priest, Luo Badao, and the others.

This time, no more unexpected incidents occurred, and the battle commenced genuinely.

The twelve ss-level combatants clashed spectacularly, with their destructive power equally astounding.

The small arena clearly wasn’t enough; the battlefield expanded more and more.

Eventually, the battle expanded to encompass the entire hall.

Others could only hold to the corners, cautiously watching the battle unfold, wary of accidental injuries.

After all, a single punch from an ss-level combatant could kill an s-level one.

Though both sides were evenly matched in numbers and preliminary ss-level, their combat prowess varied.

Sanjian’s swordsmanship was exceptional, and the Great Sacrificial Priest hailed from Taishan’s prestigious school, their combat strength notably superior, giving them the upper hand.

However, defeating their opponents wasn’t easy, given the similar realms and lack of an overwhelming killing move.

The four from Golden Dragon Palace, with Luo Badao being the strongest, were in a stalemate with their opponents, while the other three fell behind slightly.

In particular, one was struck on the shoulder, revealing bone.

The battle intensified, reducing the hall to ruins.

Though both sides suffered, seeming evenly matched and hard to determine the victor, Qingyang remained an unaffected observer.

If he intervened, no one from Golden Dragon Palace could contend with him.

Amidst the tense battle, Luo Badao, the Great Sacrificial Priest, Sanjian, and others pondered how to escape.

Facing Qingyang today, there was no chance of victory for them.

They could only consider how to retreat unscathed.

However, this seemed nearly impossible.

Meanwhile, Song Yun lay motionless in the rubble of the collapsed wall, contemplating Phantom Step.

He had cultivated many techniques in punches, kicks, and movement, but Phantom Step was entirely different, as if from another theory.

Initially, it felt obscure and hard to grasp.

But after a while, he had an uncanny feeling as if he had always known Phantom Step, just becoming rusty over time. With a little training, he could master it again.

Song Yun speculated: "Could it be that since Yin Xi’s Manual is in my mind, Phantom Step has become part of my memory, granting me rapid mastery?"

With this thought, he sorted the Phantom Step theories in his head and then stood up.

"How is it?"

Seeing him rise, Little Sword God’s four appeared thrilled.

"Let’s try it out first."

Song Yun nodded, eyes wide as he spotted Luo Badao being forced back by his opponent.

Behind Luo Badao, a triangle-eyed man from the opposing side advanced, seizing an opportunity to slash at his back.

Whoosh.

Suddenly, the four only saw a blur, a wind passing, and Song Yun had vanished.