Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 594

“Han Daoist, you really raised a great filial son!” Ye Junlin teased.

Realizing the mockery behind it, Han Qiujian’s face turned particularly grim. “I apologize for making a fool of myself in front of Immortal Lord Ye. I admit my shortcomings in raising my son and will definitely take stricter control in the future. As for the Tengu Tribe, my Han family will never lay a finger on them! I, Han, always stand by my word!”

With that Tengu backing him up and the issue already in his disadvantage, it was best to give in.

“Dad! Why should we admit our mistake?! I see this Ye is just trying to hog it all!” Han Xing shouted frantically, letting his temper get the better of him.

He had relied on his father for so long, bullying others without mercy, and even faced with an Immortal Lord, he dared to shout as long as his father was present, without a care for the consequences.

To him, his father would always have his back in everything!

“How dare you!”

Ye Junlin’s displeasure was palpable, and he swiftly drew his fingers through the air.

Swish!

Han Xing’s entire arm flew into the air, blood gushing out. He clutched the severed end in agony, his head thrown back as he screamed, “Ahhh!”

“Xing’er!”

Han Qiujian was both shocked and furious. Ye Junlin acted far too quickly; he didn’t even have time to stop it.

He quickly immersed his mind to check, only to find the wound being eroded by strands of terrifying Sword Intent, making it difficult even for him to undo.

In this situation, his son would lose an arm forever, becoming a disabled person!

“Dad, he chopped off my hand! You have to help me take revenge, revenge!” Han Xing cried out, clutching his bloody stump, filled with fear and intense hatred towards Ye Junlin.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden scene.

The atmosphere was heavy and tense.

In the night sky, the bright moon suddenly took on a layer of scarlet hue, as fierce winds howled, stirring up sand and dust.

Han Qiujian’s eyes were bloodshot, his hair wildly dancing in the wind as he stared intently at Ye Junlin, gritting his teeth, “Immortal Lord Ye, my son was in the wrong, but don’t you think your punishment was too harsh?”

Ye Junlin flicked his fingers, sneering, “What’s my status? Your son dares to slander me? If it weren’t for your face, he’d have lost more than just an arm! Got it?”

Beads of sweat formed on Han Qiujian’s brow, and he coldly responded, “Immortal Lord Ye, you make a valid point. I, Han, should thank you for your leniency!”

Ye Junlin acted as if he didn’t understand the gratitude, casually waving his hand, “No need to thank me, it was just a little thing.”

Boom!

In an instant, a dreadful Sword Intent shot up into the sky, making the vast expanse appear as if it was punctured, creating a terrifying whirl of energy.

Everyone felt weighted down, as if their blood was freezing, their faces pale with fear.

Han Qiujian’s gaze was as cold as a thousand years of ice. A three-foot-long sword with blue and green hues appeared in his hand, a boundless Sword Qi surging around it, warping the void.

“Oh? Han Daoist, what do you mean? Are you looking to have a little duel with me?” Ye Junlin grinned, intrigued.

Han Qiujian’s eyes gleamed with resolve as he said coldly, “Immortal Lord Ye, my son lost an arm due to you; as his father, I can’t just sit idly by!”

Ye Junlin nodded, “I understand.”

As he spoke, Han Qiujian’s sword intent was at its peak. His long sword began to shake, releasing billions of blazing thunderbolts, illuminating the night sky like broad daylight.

“Run! Don’t get caught up in this!” Feeling the chaotic energy raging around them, the Han family cultivators turned pale and scrambled for safety, terrified of being caught in the crossfire.

In an instant, countless cultivators scattered like birds and beasts.

This was a clash between two superpowers: one was the renowned Ye Junlin, and the other, the Wind Thunder Sword Emperor!

The aftermath of their battle would be utterly devastating for most cultivators.

The next second.

A commanding voice reverberated like a bell, echoing across the vastness of Heaven and Earth.

“I’ve long heard Immortal Lord Ye possesses great divine abilities; today, I bolden myself to seek your guidance!”

“Draw your sword!”

Han Qiujian didn’t dare to be careless, keeping a close watch on every movement of Ye Junlin.

He knew the other party was also a top-tier swordsman, and this was a duel between swordsmen.

Ye Junlin initially thought to pull out the Cangyuan Sword, but upon recalling it was slightly cracked, he hesitated.

In such a situation, taking out a flawed sword felt a bit embarrassing!

Not wanting to make a fool of himself!

As thoughts raced, Ye Junlin made a decision.

With one hand behind his back, he slowly extended the other, merging his fingers into a sword, pointing it towards the sky at Han Qiujian.

With a serious expression, he said, “This is my sword!”

Everyone gaped, nearly doubting their eyesight.

What does that even mean?

You’re not even pulling out a sword, just using two fingers?

How dismissive can you get?!

Han Qiujian was momentarily stunned, staring for a good ten seconds, his facial muscles twitching, wisps of smoke seemingly rising from his head as an overwhelming rage surged within, almost burning him alive.

His eyes were scarlet like a wild beast!

“Immortal Lord Ye, what do you mean? Are you intentionally trying to humiliate me?”

Han Qiujian’s eyes widened with rage, his chest heaving violently, his trembling hand gripping the sword tightly.

As the illustrious Wind Thunder Sword Emperor, he prided himself on breaking all methods with a sword; he was the deadliest among cultivators.

One could say if it weren’t for the emergence of the Qingqiu Empress, he might have been proposed for the position of the Western Immortal Lord.

However.

Now he was facing the greatest humiliation of his life!

In a contest of swordsmen, the other couldn’t even be bothered to draw a sword, intending to deal with him using just two fingers!

Who the hell can tolerate that?!

Ye Junlin said seriously, “Don’t overthink it; I just feel that two fingers are enough to deal with you.”

“You!”

Han Qiujian was enraged to the point of near spitting blood. Without hesitation, he wielded his long sword and lunged directly.

In an instant, a gale erupted, with millions of thunderbolts swirling like angry dragons, the roar of wind and thunder reverberating throughout the vast sky.

True to his title, the Wind Thunder Sword Emperor’s blade summoned storms and echoes beyond the clouds!

The old clan leader and others were chilled to the bone as reflected sword light crazily erupted in their pupils.

If this sword isn’t stopped, they would all be reduced to ashes!

“Immortal Lord Ye, do you think you can stop my strike with just two fingers? Don’t overreach yourself!” Han Qiujian warned, his face grave.

He couldn’t believe Ye Junlin would dare to take it on with just fingers unless he wanted to join his son as a one-armed cripple.

What he aimed to do was force Ye Junlin to draw his sword for a fair fight!

“Heh, how would we know if we don’t try?”

Ye Junlin found it a bit challenging, wanting to see where his limits lay.

In the blink of an eye, he thrust his fingers forward, the Sword Intent swirling around their tips, ripping through the air like a blade.

“This Sword Intent, could it be…” Han Qiujian noticed something, his pupils contracting to the size of needles.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

An immense wave of energy rippled outward, the space around them breaking apart like shattered mirrors.

The entire venue fell into a dead silence.

Everyone’s faces were filled with disbelief, staring blankly.

Han Qiujian’s long sword had come to a halt, blocked by just two fingers!

Ye Junlin sighed, “Sigh, it’s still a bit of a stretch.”

Just now, he actually felt a tingling sensation in his fingers as if they were about to crack.

But hey, at least he really stopped it!

Little did he know.

Right across from him, Han Qiujian’s heart was already tempestuous.

Staring at Ye Junlin’s fingers, the lingering Sword Intent seemed like a devout believer witnessing a miracle, full of shock as he murmured:

“This, this is the Sword Intent of Great Perfection…”