Fantasy: I Can Control the Script of My Life

Lin Yun was enraged. He knew there was nothing more to say to these people. Since that was the case, he might as well cause a scene. The most pressing matter now was to find that puppeteer.

Deng Pengzu had originally wanted to reason with them, but he never expected Lin Yun to make a move so directly. While shocked at the speed of Lin Yun's improvement, he could only focus his full attention on Hong Xiu.

"You brat, your transformation has been immense. I couldn't help you before, but today, I will hold off Hong Xiu for you."

After saying this, Deng Pengzu shot directly towards Hong Xiu.

Hong Xiu snorted, completely unafraid. The two of them flew into the sky like dazzling meteors. Radiant light overflowed as terrifying energy was released in a continuous stream, leaving the crowd on the ground completely dumbfounded.

So this is a battle between top-tier experts? Even the slightest wisp of energy they released had a destructive effect.

Lin Yun hadn't expected Deng Pengzu to be so strong either. But at this moment, he had already charged towards several of the elders.

"You punk, you're courting death!" the elders shouted coldly, looking at Lin Yun. They each summoned a flying sword, releasing a sharp sword Qi.

But just as these flying swords were about to reach Lin Yun, a problem occurred. A sphere of energy seemed to be protecting Lin Yun's entire body. No weapon could get close to him by even a hair's breadth. The flying swords began to tremble violently.

Lin Yun sneered. "Venerable elders, your era… is coming to an end!"

Below the Myriad Law Realm, how terrifying was an all-out Lin Yun?

His killing intent domain expanded completely. The movements of every single person were under his control; he had no blind spots. The instant the elders made their move, he unleashed the Great River Sword Style and the Myriad Laws Sword Style in one fluid motion.

When had these elders ever seen something so bizarre? A single sword cultivator who could master several different sword styles at once?

Several elders were grievously wounded and sent flying, coughing up blood. The way they looked at Lin Yun grew even stranger.

"How is that possible? An ordinary sword cultivator would find it difficult to maintain even one sword style. This boy… he's actually cultivating multiple styles at the same time?"

They all fell silent. They could no longer be certain how many more tricks Lin Yun had up his sleeve.

More elders now charged toward Lin Yun. They stabbed, they slashed, the flying swords in their hands incomparably sharp.

Faced with the siege, Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged.

"Kneel for me!" several of the larger elders roared, their faces flushed red with effort as they brought their flying swords down upon him.

Lin Yun gripped the Firmament Sword in his left hand, blocking the numerous blades. But his body swayed. It was the combined assault of several elders, after all; even for Lin Yun, it was a bit too much to handle. He nearly fell to one knee.

But at that moment, the blue veins on his body bulged.

"Just you old things? You think you're worthy of making me kneel?"

"Break!" he roared, and a blue-green lotus bloomed at his feet. The Yuan Qi in his body condensed, then violently exploded upwards.

BOOM—

With a chorus of miserable screams, the group of elders was sent flying by Lin Yun's sword Qi, thrown into chaos and coughing up blood.

When Gu Xiande saw this scene, his eyes nearly split with rage. Too terrifying. In just a few short months, this boy had improved so frighteningly. If he were allowed to cultivate for a while longer, what would he become?

Zhen Pingqing and Tang Miaoling could only stare, dumbfounded. "What… what kind of monster is this?"

They had never seen such a terrifying sword cultivator. The killing intent radiating from Lin Yun alone was enough to inspire fear, let alone the invincible, monstrous power he now displayed.

No one noticed that, far in the distance, a luxurious flying carriage had appeared in the sky. Pulling the carriage were several exotic beasts, each with the strength of the Spirit Cauldron Realm. And surrounding the carriage stood dozens of soldiers in black armor.

"Since when did the Daye Dynasty produce such an interesting sword cultivator? No one has ever mentioned him to me," an aged man's voice came from within the carriage.

A steward standing beside it whispered, "Your Highness, this person has only recently risen to prominence. We did not expect him to cause such a great disturbance." The steward spoke with extreme caution. The man in the carriage was none other than the famous Prince Zuo Cheng of the Daye Dynasty, Gu Yepin.

And few in the cultivation world knew that the relationship between Gu Yepin and Gu Xiande was very good. Prince Zuo Cheng had come here this time hoping to put a stop to this farce.

Experts above the Myriad Law Realm were not unheard of in the Daye Dynasty, but there were few who were truly famous. It was common knowledge that reaching the Myriad Law Realm was generally not too difficult for a cultivator. But only after reaching the seventh stage of the Myriad Law Realm could one be considered to have truly achieved greatness. Most people could, with an entire lifetime of effort, slowly progress to a stage below that. But to advance further required even more cultivation resources and a more monstrous talent. Most of the elders of the Flowing Cloud Sect fell into this category.

They watched as Lin Yun, with his own power alone, charged into the encirclement. He showed no signs of being at a disadvantage against the group of elders. In fact, at this critical moment, he even released the Chongqing Bird and Xiao Bai to join the fight.

The scene immediately gave many a headache. How are we supposed to fight this? Not only had the Beast Taming Sect's Sect-Guarding Spirit Beast joined the fray, but what was the deal with that monkey-like spirit beast? It looked unremarkable, but when it actually fought, its combat power was simply appalling.

This was the first time Xiao Bai had acted since waking from its last slumber. Lin Yun hadn't had high hopes; he just thought the little guy could cause some chaos and provide some cover for him. He never expected Xiao Bai to be so much more effective on the battlefield than he had imagined. Faced with the crowd, it showed not a shred of fear. Instead, with its own power, it made the battle even more chaotic.

Seeing this, Gu Xiande's face turned the color of pig liver.

Hu Miaodong's voice trembled, almost pleading, "I beseech the Sect Master to put the sect's interests first. If this continues, our ancestors' legacy will be destroyed in a single day!"

But how could the current Gu Xiande listen to reason? He shoved Hu Miaodong aside. "Get out of my way! I'll deal with him myself!"

Taking advantage of the moment Lin Yun was besieged by several elders, Gu Xiande stepped on the air. In an instant, he was right in front of Lin Yun.

"Before, I was simply too lazy to bother with you. But now, it seems you don't know what's good for you."

As his voice fell, he thrust out his palm. The speed of the attack was beyond an ordinary person's reaction time.

But Lin Yun, at the critical moment, twisted his body and dodged it by an impossibly small margin.

How is that possible?

In that instant, Gu Xiande's expression changed dramatically.