Just as Lin Yun was enjoying the view, a middle-aged figure appeared behind him.
The middle-aged man wore bronze armor and had a sharp nose. His eyes were cold and sharp, and his whole body was filled with killing intent.
Without a doubt, he was the commander of the Western Region Defense Army, Zhang Shijie.
Lin Yun did not seem to notice Zhang Shijie behind him. His eyes were fixed on the bottom of the cliff.
"Since you already know the truth, why don't you run away?" Zhang Shijie did not attack immediately. Instead, he asked in confusion.
Since the young man in front of him could discover the truth, it meant that he was very intelligent. But why would a person with such high intelligence wait here like a fool for death?
"I've been waiting for you here for a long time." Lin Yun sat calmly on the spot and looked down the cliff. He was not surprised by Zhang Shijie's arrival. It was obvious that he knew he would come.
"Are you waiting for me to take your life?" As Zhang Shijie spoke, he had already pulled out a treasured saber from his waist.
After being infused with his Primordial Qi, the treasured saber immediately emitted a faint blue light. It was obviously a treasured weapon.
"Die!"
Zhang Shijie snorted coldly and slashed at Lin Yun with his saber.
Lin Yun sat calmly on the spot. He had no intention of dodging. He did not even look back.
Until Zhang Shijie's saber was just inches away from Lin Yun's neck.
Only then did Lin Yun casually raise his hand and stretch out his hardened index finger to block the incoming saber.
The moment the unstoppable saber hit the index finger, it suddenly stopped as if time had stopped.
No matter how sharp the blade was, it could not cause the slightest bit of damage to the index finger.
"What?!" Zhang Shijie's eyes widened and his pupils shrank.
The scene in front of him was too unbelievable. He could not believe it at all.
He, who was a Grade Six Martial Master, had slashed out with all his strength. Yet, a Grade Seven Martial Warrior had casually blocked it with a finger.
How could such an absurd thing be true?
This must be a dream!
Before Zhang Shijie could recover from his shock, Lin Yun pressed down with his finger.
Suddenly, an irresistible force attacked.
The treasured sword in Zhang Shijie's hand fell down uncontrollably, as if it was being pressed down by a huge mountain …
Ding!
The saber fell to the ground.
Zhang Shijie looked at Lin Yun in shock. He still couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. It felt like a dream.
In the time it takes for a spark to fly off a flint, Lin Yun struck like lightning.
That punch was so fast that it seemed to disappear. Zhang Shijie didn't even see the shadow of the punch before he was sent flying and vomiting blood.
After flying back more than ten meters, Zhang Shijie crashed into a rock body, causing the rock body to collapse in an instant. Countless rocks rolled down and buried him.
When Zhang Shijie crawled out from the pile of rocks, his entire body was covered in tadpole-shaped black runes.
Only then did Lin Yun turn around casually and look coldly at Zhang Shijie who was covered in runes.
This familiar tadpole-shaped black curse mark was clearly the Ming Cult's demonic art inheritance.
Back then, in order to participate in the Martial Arts Competition, on the way to Royal City, Lin Yun had met the Branch Leader of the Ming Cult.
And now, the one controlling this group of bandits behind the scenes was actually the remnants of the Ming Cult.
The reason why the Marquis of West Province and Zhang Shijie became the leaders of the bandits was also related to the remnants of the Ming Cult.
The Marquis of West Province was already an expert at the ninth level of the Martial Master realm. Even he was willing to be controlled by the remnants of the Ming Cult. This was enough to show how powerful the remnants of the Ming Cult were.
His cultivation was at least above King Wu's, and his position was definitely above the Branch Leader that Lin Yun had met before.
"I underestimated you just now. Now, I will go all out. Prepare to die!" As Zhang Shijie spoke, he activated his Yuan and condensed a Giant Iron Arm Ape behind him.
After his Martial Spirit appeared, his body also assimilated, becoming no different from the Giant Iron Arm Ape.
After transforming, Zhang Shijie stomped on the ground, instantly creating a pit. His body used the force to leap forward, turning into a shadow as he pounced towards Lin Yun.
The ability of Zhang Shijie's Martial Spirit could greatly increase his strength and speed.
And the Ming Cult's inherited demonic technique could also greatly increase his strength and speed.
When his Martial Spirit and demonic technique were used at the same time, the effects could be stacked repeatedly, causing his strength and speed to multiply.
Under the support of these two effects, Zhang Shijie's speed instantly reached its peak, and his strength also reached an unprecedented height.
In the blink of an eye, he had leapt in front of Lin Yun, and punched towards Lin Yun.
That punch directly broke through the sound barrier, exploding out with a circle of white sound waves. Carrying with it a rolling wave of air, it fiercely smashed onto Lin Yun's body.
However, Zhang Shijie's expression became sluggish in that instant.
Because what his fist had smashed onto was only the afterimage left behind by Lin Yun.
In that instant, there was only one thought left in his mind — so fast!
"Do you still not understand?"
Just as Zhang Shijie was in shock, Lin Yun's indifferent voice suddenly rang out behind him.
His heart suddenly jumped, and he hurriedly turned around and punched behind him.
Lin Yun casually raised his left hand, and casually caught his fist. He said to him expressionlessly, "Your strength and mine are simply not on the same level."
As he spoke, Lin Yun's right hand stabbed forward, and the sharp blade pierced through his chest. The bright red tip of the blade pierced through his back, and blood spurted out along the blade.
Large amounts of blood flowed from the corner of Zhang Shijie's mouth, and he slowly lowered his head. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the treasured blade that had pierced through his chest, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
This treasured blade was the one he had used to attack Lin Yun, but Lin Yun had only used a finger to knock it out of his hand.
When Zhang Shijie raised his head to look at Lin Yun again, his eyes were filled with shock and despair.
"You … Who exactly … are you?!"
It was only at this moment that Zhang Shijie deeply realized that this seemingly ordinary situation in front of him was not an ordinary person!
"You don't need to know my identity. All you need to know is that you will die here soon."
After Lin Yun finished speaking, he turned around and left without looking back. His figure was quickly submerged in the darkness.
Zhang Shijie, whose eyes were wide open, fell backwards on his back.
Even at the moment of his death, he didn't know who had killed him.
… ….
After taking care of Zhang Shijie, Lin Yun followed the group of bandits led by the Marquis of Western Region all the way to a great canyon.
In the depths of this great canyon, there was a huge and hidden cave. The cave was constantly emitting a bloodthirsty and violent aura.
Dozens of black-clothed bandits guarded outside the cave. Each of them had a cultivation of the ninth level of the Martial Disciple realm, and the leader had already reached the Martial Soldier realm.
The Marquis of Western Region brought a large group of black-clothed bandits and detained more than fifty martial artists to the cave entrance.
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