Dual Cultivator Reborn [System In The Cultivation World] Chapter 998: I can finally kill you without feeling any remorse Dear aunt

"Bring it on, my dear aunt! I want to see whether you're worthy of being called a warlord. That sidekick of yours was a total disappointment when it came to battle prowess. I hope you can entertain me better!" Yohan taunted Aella, gesturing mockingly for her to attack with all her might. He then turned his eyes toward Aira, who leaned against the wall, staring at him with clear disdain. In response, he simply offered her a grin, feeling a surge of joy at finally putting that haughty woman in her proper place.

Aella's fury boiled over at the sight of Yohan's smile and the expression on his face. She charged toward him with blinding speed, her sword slashing fiercely toward his neck in a bid to end his life.

"You're going to die by my hand today, you arrogant bastard!" she bellowed at the top of her voice, cursing Yohan for what he'd done to Aira. But just before her blade could reach his neck, he dodged backward by mere inches, that wicked grin still plastered on his striking features.

"Hey, slow down! You nearly got me with that strike, but oh well, better luck next time, my dear aunt. Don't worry, I'll give you plenty more chances ahead!" Yohan chuckled while beckoning her to come closer once again.

"You're getting on my last nerve, you damn brat! I'm going to put you in your rightful place—mark my words, you'll beg for mercy!" Aella snarled, launching her sword in a frenzy of wild yet accurate swings to narrow the distance between them. She was well aware that Yohan was slippery as an eel, and to bring him down, she needed to get in close and draw on the vast experience from countless battles she'd waged over the years. One opening to catch him off guard—that's all she required for a decisive strike.

Each swing of her sword carried lethal intent toward Yohan. After all, he'd not only injured her companion but also mocked her and uttered vile words about the title she held in such high regard. Everything was at stake: her dignity and the mission she'd sworn to complete.

"I'm not going to hold back like I did with that arrogant woman. Feel free to come at me without hesitation—don't hold back!" Yohan's voice suddenly rang in Aella's mind, stoking her rage even further.

"You're a dead man now!" Aella roared, unleashing her late Heavenly Soul Realm aura. The air around them quivered violently. Every taunt from Yohan echoed relentlessly in her thoughts, amplifying her wrath toward him tenfold.

Her strikes grew terrifying in their ferocity, her speed surging to match Yohan's agile dodges, closing the gap bit by bit.

She sensed her sword drawing nearer to Yohan, her eyes lighting up with renewed hope. After all, he was being forced back, and a subtle shift appeared in his expressions.

"Haha, what's wrong? Dodge all you want—once I grab you, I'll chop you to pieces, you little monkey!" Aella cackled wildly, her swings turning even more savage. She resembled someone possessed by a vengeful spirit, lost in her frenzy. In that chaos, the tip of her blade grazed Yohan's body, carving a shallow mark across his chest.

In previous clashes, no matter her efforts, she couldn't land a hit. Yohan had evaded every assault with graceful precision, slipping back and forth just out of reach.

"Behind that calm and lovely facade, you're a real maniac, aren't you? I always suspected this was your true nature—you're just skilled at masking it, concealing your real self!" Yohan murmured as he halted his retreat. At that instant, they stood beyond the Lin Clan mansion; the two had exited the clan's guest quarters amid their fight, leaving much of the structure in ruins from their clash.

Aella froze in shock upon realizing they were outside the clan. So absorbed in the battle, she'd lost track of her surroundings. It hit her then—he'd lured her out. A large crowd had assembled nearby, including Alena, Vanya, Aana, and Jasmine, along with the clan's guards. All eyes were fixed on them.

Yohan let out a deep breath, his hands tucked inside his black robe. A radiant moon hung overhead, casting its glow in the dead of night.

"Those were impressive moves... but I'm truly let down by you. I figured you'd outshine her, but sadly, you're nothing remarkable. You lack control over your feelings, and your swordplay is dull, clumsy, and behind the times—stuck in the same old routine!" Yohan muttered, fixing Aella with a gaze full of disappointment.

"I could tell you were dead set on killing me; that's why you went all out. Every slash packed a massive surge of Qi and could've felled anyone it touched. To lift your spirits, I let you score this minor hit..." Yohan explained, pointing to the small gash on his chest.

"You got fiercer with that false glimmer of victory, but it still wasn't enough to truly wound me, much less end me! Truth be told, the whole thing was rather dull—I could foresee and counter every swing of your blade!" Yohan continued, then swept his hand over his chest. In the next instant, the mark vanished as though it had never been there.

Aella's face darkened at Yohan's words; it was utter degradation. She gripped her sword tighter, aiming it straight at him.

"I know you're just bluffing to stall for time. My sword did reach you and draw blood—that's why you're talking nonsense. Don't dream of escaping; no one's coming to your rescue, not even your so-called allies!" Aella declared, glaring at Yohan before shifting her stare to Alena and the others.

Alena's expression twisted in shock, her heart twisting painfully at those words.

Catching the pain in Alena's eyes, Aella balled her fists.

"Don't look at me like that! I gave him every chance, but curse him—he's the one forcing this. It all could've been avoided if he'd just agreed to my offer!" Aella yelled fiercely, staring at Alena, who stood bewildered by the unfolding drama.

"Sister Aella, what are you saying..."

"Don't you dare call me sister! We're no sisters—I never saw you as family. You were the wretched runaway who fled years ago, dragging the whole clan's name through the mud. Because of you, we endured endless shame... You're nothing but a letdown. Up to now, it was all a facade to serve my aims, but no more. I'm done with this charade—I can't stand it! You're a blight on my sight, but your cursed son is an absolute thorn in my side!" Aella spat out, eyeing Alena, who reeled from the venomous outburst.

"Now that you've laid it all bare, I can finally end you without a shred of guilt, dear aunt!"