**Chapter 218: Who is the Real Villain?**
A swordsman?!!
As Yun Zhonghe’s eight golden swords shimmered into view, everyone in front froze in surprise.
Swordsmen are known for their one-on-one combat abilities but struggle in group fights, often being as fragile as paper.
In fact, when they saw Yun Zhonghe strutting around brandishing his swords, they nearly burst out laughing.
“You’re asking us to fight together? You really underestimate us!”
Even if a swordsman is the best at one-on-one combat, he might take down one person at best—two would be impressive. But with so many of them here, they could easily overwhelm Yun Zhonghe!
“Since you’re looking for d*ath, don’t blame us for being rude—let’s get him!”
Clearly, Yun Zhonghe’s bravado didn’t intimidate these fellows; instead, it ignited their inner ferocity.
They were seniors after all, and no matter if you were a genius or a prodigy, you either coiled like a dragon or lay down like a tiger!
Moreover, he was just one person, and in terms of numbers, they held the overwhelming advantage.
Besides, everyone here is at Foundation Establishment. Who’s afraid of whom!
Youth is all about bravado!
Spiritual energy erupted! Techniques activated!
Though one person’s strength is limited, when everyone unleashes their spiritual energy simultaneously, it creates a mind-blowing chain reaction.
In an instant, thunder crackled, and fiery rain poured down.
A swarm of students charged in from all directions, closing in on Yun Zhonghe.
They’re all from the Outer Gate, so their skills were on a different level than those spoiled young masters from Cangzhou City. Each one was brimming with fighting spirit, powerful spiritual energy seemed eager to rip Yun Zhonghe to shreds.
Body cultivators, sword cultivators, spellcasters…
Fists, spiritual swords, talismans…
A torrent of attacks rained down on Yun Zhonghe.
Various mysterious techniques and spells emerged one after another, each with tremendous power.
Yet, Yun Zhonghe didn’t so much as twitch an eyebrow.
The eight golden swords radiated a brilliant golden light!
Techniques intertwined!
Eight Desolation Sword Technique!
Yun Zhonghe entered the “sword-people-united” realm with the Eight Desolation Sword Technique. At this moment, using the profound sword technique was as natural as breathing; even wielding eight swords infused with spiritual energy felt effortless.
The domain of slaughter expanded once more, and this time it enveloped a larger area than when he faced the demon path puppet, albeit with a slightly lesser comprehension.
However, at their levels, it seemed they completely failed to notice that Yun Zhonghe’s sword domain had already covered all of them.
The domain mixed with Yun Zhonghe’s spiritual energy captured every detail, revealing each person’s weakness one by one…
Sword light dazzled!
Golden sword Qi crisscrossed, forming a stunning yet deadly tapestry.
“This… this is…?!”
The attackers suddenly felt a sense of doom.
But it was already too late; with a casual wave of his hand, Yun Zhonghe unleashed a whirlwind of sword Qi that swept them away like rag dolls!
There was no escaping! No dodging! Such a massive onslaught of sword energy was unprecedented.
Was this really Foundation Establishment?!
Gurgle—gurgle—gurgle—!
Within the domain, screams followed one after another.
These self-proclaimed proud seniors were utterly helpless beneath the domain of Yun Zhonghe’s Eight Desolation Sword Technique.
Except for one person who seemed to barely withstand it; he radiated a faint green glow—likely a protective magical treasure.
This fellow, presumably scared witless by Yun Zhonghe’s terrifying strength, realized that a swordsman should not be able to cause such extensive area damage. Instinctively, he summoned a small jade seal into his hand, which grew larger after he infused it with spiritual energy.
“Go!”
With his furious shout, the jade seal surged in size, smashing toward Yun Zhonghe with a howling fury!
At this moment, Yun Zhonghe was three times angrier.
The Xue Yunjian was drawn instantly; Yun Zhonghe’s spiritual energy surged once again. With his eyes narrowed, the sword energy exploded exponentially, and he swung down with an uproarious shout—two massive forces collided!
Eight Desolations, Six Harmonies! Six Harmonies Sword Qi!
Boom!
A deafening sound reverberated, and the jade seal shattered.
The fellow groaned, spitting out bl**d and turning pale as a ghost.
“No way… my trump card magical treasure…”
Yun Zhonghe’s strength far surpassed his expectations; even his most prized jade seal was destroyed in an instant.
What kind of monster had they stirred up?!
The battle ended in an instant.
Standing not far away, Su Xiaoxiao was completely at a loss. When she finally registered what had happened, she saw the once-boastful seniors one by one collapsing to the ground.
Injuries marred their chests, waists, and legs…
A ghastly sight.
And all of this happened in an instant!
Brief yet brutal!
In the blink of an eye, the so-called seniors had turned into bloody gourds, writhing in pain on the ground.
Su Xiaoxiao stared blankly at the scene unfolding before her.
Just when she was in trouble, Yun Zhonghe once again descended like a hero, standing protectively behind her.
That sense of safety… made Su Xiaoxiao’s heart flutter slightly.
But she wasn’t entirely happy, as Yun Zhonghe’s action would likely cause trouble with his seniors, putting him in a precarious position within the sect.
Further still… the sect likely disallowed private fights…
“Little girl.”
“Eh?!”
Yun Zhonghe’s icy voice startled her. He didn’t turn around but spoke softly while facing away, “I need to bother you with something. Can you step aside? I need to have a private chat with them.”
His voice was so calm that it felt slightly foreign to Su Xiaoxiao.
She nodded, feeling lost.
Yun Zhonghe strode towards the half-step Golden Core senior from earlier.
“What… what are you going to do?!”
Under Yun Zhonghe’s icy gaze, the senior felt an overwhelming sense of dread. His instinct was to retreat, but the pain in his chest was excruciating, leaving him utterly immobile.
Then Yun Zhonghe grabbed his collar.
“I’d like to have a nice chat with you.”
There was no fluctuation in Yun Zhonghe’s tone, as he roughly lifted him as if he were a lifeless rag doll.
“Let go of me! You—”
Just as he started, his words abruptly cut off, as if he’d just dropped dead.
Without delay, Yun Zhonghe stuffed him a Dan Pill.
The guy’s injuries visibly healed at a rapid rate.
At this point, the senior regained his wits, staring at Yun Zhonghe as if he had seen a ghost, utterly clueless about what Yun Zhonghe intended to do.
With deliberate slowness, Yun Zhonghe raised his fist, the sword Qi from his Qi Refinement technique enveloping it, and brought it crashing down onto the senior’s cheek!
A dull thud, and the punch penetrated through, straight into his skull.
The half-step Golden Core senior was drenched in bl**d, his cheek looking like a massive chunk had been carved out, exposing white bone beneath.
Then, Yun Zhonghe shoved another Dan Pill roughly into his mouth.
The flesh on his cheek gradually grew back…
“Stop! Stop! What are you doing? My uncle is an inner sect manager, you—you—”
Gurgle!
Another punch!
This time it shattered his jaw.
