Fantasy: I Can Control the Script of My Life

"You brat, this old man will kill you right here today and avenge my precious disciple!" Zhou Zeming roared, drawing his sword and charging forward.

In truth, he had been waiting here for a long time. This was the only path out of the Heavenly Palace. As long as he could block this route, Lin Yun would be unable to escape even if he grew wings. So, Zhou Zeming had waited here early, and sure enough, he had managed to catch Lin Yun trying to flee. He had even arranged for several others to act with him, further increasing his chances of success.

Now, with his hated enemy right before him, Zhou Zeming saw no need for further words.

"Let's all attack together! We can't let delays cause more trouble. Kill this boy first, and we'll talk about everything else later. And don't forget, this guy has quite a few treasures on him."

Faced with a simultaneous siege from several people, Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged.

"How pathetic," he said. "Even at a time like this, you still lack a correct understanding of your own strength. You don't really think you can win, do you?"

Why would Zhou Zeming care about any of that? So many of them against one Lin Yun, an injured Lin Yun at that. No matter how they looked at it, they refused to believe anything could go wrong.

The outcome, however, was completely different from what they were so certain of.

Several people worked together to corner Lin Yun. But his movement was fluid and agile; even under their combined assault, he was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.

Zhou Zeming slashed down, but his blow was parried by the Firmament Sword, held firmly in a single hand. The strike was powerful and heavy, but even as he pressed down with all his might, he was still unable to pose any threat to Lin Yun.

Zhou Zeming's eyes widened in shock. He knew Lin Yun was a sword cultivator and that his physical conditioning would be different from an ordinary person's, but wasn't this a little too overpowered? The battle that he had been certain of winning now felt completely hopeless.

"Hmph. The boy has some strength," Zhou Zeming said, forcing a calm smile. "But even so, you will not escape death today!"

He gripped his sword with both hands and pressed down violently.

Lin Yun still looked as calm as if the clouds were light and the wind was gentle, though his arms dipped slightly. The other attackers, seeing their chance, launched their own attacks at this very moment. In their minds, with so many of them, how could a single person's stamina possibly be a match for theirs?

But as their attacks descended, they saw Lin Yun's icy, emotionless gaze fall upon them. In the next moment, they heard him roar.

"You think you can kill me with just this?"

He had been annoyed with these people for a long time. But previously, considering his need to keep a low profile, he had no intention of dealing with them proactively. But now that Zhou Zeming had come looking for trouble again, Lin Yun could not just turn a deaf ear.

The instant their weapons were about to land, Lin Yun casually gripped the Firmament Sword with just his left hand. Then, under everyone's dumbfounded gaze, he drew his Coldflame Sword with his right.

Even if his cultivation was gone, the power of the Coldflame Sword had not weakened in the slightest.

Before the others could even react, Lin Yun's Coldflame Sword had already shot out. A tall, thin man at the very front didn't even have time to register what was happening before his heart was pierced. An icy coldness seeped into his bones, followed by a raging fire that completely devoured him. He let out a final, agonizing wail and slowly collapsed to the ground.

The others stared at their companion, who was now engulfed in flames, and looked at each other in dismay.

At this, Zhou Zeming's expression grew even more solemn. How is this boy's power so immense? He truly hadn't expected this. Not only had Lin Yun withstood his attack with one arm, but he had even managed to free up a hand to deal with someone else. If he had been confident before, now he was feeling something else entirely. Zhou Zeming had never considered Lin Yun to be that dangerous, but now, he no longer dared to underestimate this young man.

Unfortunately for him, it was too late.

"It's too late to run now," Lin Yun said coolly. "The moment you all appeared here, you were bidding a long farewell to this world." He had already seen their panels. Not only were they all desperately vicious criminals, but if he let them go, they would surely become a calamity for him in the future. To prevent that from happening, he had to eliminate them now, before things became irreversible.

"Xiao Bai! These fools who court death are all yours to handle."

At Lin Yun's command, a roar was heard. Xiao Bai leaped out from behind Lin Yun, his body instantly growing to a massive size.

This scene left Zhou Zeming and his companions completely dumbfounded. They all knew Lin Yun was formidable. But this? They had never even imagined it.

They watched as Xiao Bai roared and charged forward. Although these men had lost their cultivation, they still had some treasures in their hands. They thought these items could at least hold Xiao Bai off. Who would have thought that their treasures were completely useless against him? After a barrage of attacks, Xiao Bai hadn't lost a single hair. Instead, he knocked two of them to the ground with a single punch.

Faced with such a completely one-sided challenge of strength, even if they had all the confidence in the world, there was no way they could win. As time dragged on, their mental states began to collapse.

How were they supposed to fight this?

Xiao Bai, however, didn't care what they were thinking and continued to do things his own way.

Zhou Zeming watched as his men were completely unable to withstand Xiao Bai's ferocious assault. Seeing that he himself was making no headway against Lin Yun, he decided to retreat. A wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him. His cultivation was sealed here in the Sishui Heavenly Palace, true. But if he could leave this place, the outcome would be different.

"You lot, hold him off for me! I need to prepare a treasure!" Zhou Zeming roared, putting on a confident and well-prepared act.

The few remaining men looked at each other. Oh, wow! He still has another trick up his sleeve? They had all been preparing to flee. Treasures were good, but their lives were obviously more important. But if Zhou Zeming still had a way to deal with Lin Yun, then that was another matter. No matter what, Lin Yun was definitely carrying a lot of treasures.

"Don't worry, Elder Zhou! With us here, you can unleash whatever techniques you have!"

"That's right! With us here, we guarantee we'll handle things for you perfectly!"

Lin Yun watched the men, who were now filled with righteous indignation, and sneered inwardly. They've all been sold, and they're still here helping the seller count the money. How stupid can you be?

But that was none of his business, and he couldn't be bothered with them now. At first, he really thought Zhou Zeming might have some hidden technique. If it weren't for his panel, he never would have guessed the man was just planning to run away.

Hmph. A joke.

This young master has prepared for so long for this very moment, to ensure it's foolproof. You think I'd let a problem like you leave the Sishui Heavenly Palace?