The Unparalleled Sword Emperor Chapter 2595 - 2570: Death of Feng Wujun

Amid the crowd, Demon Sect Martial Artists encircled Lin Bai. He whirled around to see both Feng Wenjun and Feng Wujun gravely wounded, a savage killing intent surging in his eyes.

Yet, with so many Demon Sect Martial Artists hemming him in, Lin Bai found no way to break out and aid Feng Wenjun.

"Join the Demon Sect, Feng Wenjun, and I’ll spare you a chance," declared the towering hundred-zhang giant Shen Qin, gazing down at Lin Bai with icy disdain.

Feng Wenjun’s complexion drained to pallor, his demeanor utterly dejected. Lifting his gaze to Shen Qin, a chilling frost never seen before gleamed in his eyes: "In your dreams!"

With those words, Feng Wenjun tapped into some concealed power, springing up from the dirt and lunging straight at Shen Qin.

"Wind Rise God Manifest!"

Mid-leap, Feng Wenjun resembled a divine being, ferocious gales howling around him. From the raging tempests emerged a hazy, spectral figure that barreled toward Shen Qin.

"This trick again? Word is, you nearly bested Lin Bai with it on Saint Island," Shen Qin’s gaze sharpened as he eyed Feng Wenjun.

"Too bad—it’s worthless against me!"

Shen Qin scoffed, hoisting his enormous fist to smash into the apparition.

The spectral form trailing Feng Wenjun had barely neared Shen Qin when the punch landed, detonating it in a deafening boom.

With the shadow’s burst, the whirlwinds died instantly, and Feng Wenjun coughed up blood, his form hurtling back to slam into the ground in utter disarray.

This strike inflicted a devastating wound on Feng Wenjun like never before.

"Refuse the Demon Sect, and perish!" Shen Qin sneered with frigid contempt, staring down at the crumpled Feng Wenjun with a scornful grin.

He reared back his fist, bringing it crashing down like a collapsing peak straight for Feng Wenjun’s skull.

As the fist plummeted, terror and chill gripped Feng Wenjun’s features.

In that instant, an overwhelming sense of mortal peril seized Feng Wenjun.

"Feng Wenjun!" Lin Bai shouted from amid the throng.

Though Demon Sect Martial Artists swarmed Lan Yuxin too, she caught sight of Feng Wenjun’s peril right then.

Lan Yuxin glanced at Lin Bai and uttered coldly: "Lin Bai, I’ll deploy the Martial Soul Secret Skill to freeze time and space, buying you the moment to rescue Feng Wenjun!"

Without waiting for Lin Bai’s reply, a glacial azure light bloomed in Lan Yuxin’s eyes, instantly locking the onrushing Demon Sect Martial Artists around Lin Bai in stasis.

A hundred-meter radius centered on Lin Bai saw time and space grind to a halt.

Seizing the chance, Lin Bai moved like lightning, his sword light cleaving the siege as he dashed to Feng Wenjun’s side.

Even as Lin Bai, aided by Lan Yuxin, shattered the ring of foes, Shen Qin’s fist neared its mark on Feng Wenjun.

"Not fast enough!" Realizing he’d fall short, Lin Bai’s heart iced over.

"Wenjun, move!" In the dire pinch, a figure unleashed a frantic punch at Feng Wenjun.

The blow struck true, hurling Feng Wenjun aside from beneath Shen Qin’s fist, letting him slip free.

Alas, the puncher met a grim fate.

Rumble——

Shen Qin’s fist hammered down, the impact quaking the ground with colossal force.

Feng Wenjun dodged by a hair, his eyes bulging as he gaped beneath the fist, howling in anguish: "Brother! Brother..."

By then, Lin Bai reached Feng Wenjun, tilting his head up at Shen Qin’s colossal fist, dread flickering in his stare.

In that pivotal instant, Lin Bai witnessed Feng Wujun shove Feng Wenjun clear of doom with his punch, only for Feng Wujun to remain under the descending blow!

"Oh, slipped away by sheer fortune?"

Spotting Feng Wenjun’s survival, Shen Qin’s lips curled in derisive amusement.

He gradually raised his fist, revealing to Lin Bai and Feng Wenjun the sight underneath: Feng Wujun’s body flattened into a bloody paste!

Feng Wujun had perished!

Gazing upon Feng Wujun’s mangled remains, Feng Wenjun’s pupils dilated wildly, his eyes blazing crimson. His jaws gaped, unleashing a heart-wrenching bellow to the heavens!

"Ah!"

Feng Wenjun’s agonized cry echoed across the entire Storm Mountain Range!

At that juncture, the Wending Realm powerhouses clashing amid the clouds peered downward, beholding Feng Wujun’s corpse.

Among them, the Feng Family Patriarch wept openly!

"Pff!" Right then, seven Demon Sect Martial Artists overwhelmed Lan Yuxin; she vomited blood and soared through the air from their assault.

Prior, Lan Yuxin had strained to invoke the Martial Soul Secret Skill aiding Lin Bai’s escape, splitting her focus and letting the Demon Sect Martial Artists batter her severely.

"Haha, beauty, time to die!"

Having wounded Lan Yuxin, the Demon Sect Martial Artists pounced on her anew.

Lin Bai, face etched with alarm, raced toward her: "Lan Yuxin, watch out!"

But Lin Bai stood too distant from Lan Yuxin; even summoning his Flying Sword now wouldn’t let him arrive in time!

As Lin Bai strained to close the gap, a woman materialized beside Lan Yuxin. Fierce light sparked in her lovely eyes, and with a flick of her wrist, a mighty blast hurled the assailant Demon Sect Martial Artists away.

At once, the alluring woman scooped up Lan Yuxin and whisked her to safety!

The battered Lan Yuxin raised her eyes to her savior, grudgingly murmuring: "Thank you, Hu Xiner!"

Hu Xiner replied quietly: "Stay vigilant; they’re weaker than us, but their sheer numbers crush like a tide. Lose focus, and no one can help."

Seeing Hu Xiner rescue Lan Yuxin, Lin Bai exhaled in relief.

The chaos of battle shifted unpredictably. Despite Lin Bai and allies’ formidable power, the endless Demon Sect Martial Artists swarmed like relentless insects toppling a behemoth, compelling Lin Bai’s group to battle fiercely!

With Hu Xiner securing Lan Yuxin safely, Lin Bai’s tension eased a bit.

Then, he pivoted to the broken Feng Wenjun.

Feng Wujun’s demise had completely crushed Feng Wenjun’s spirit!

Feng Wenjun slumped lifelessly on the earth, fixated mutely on his brother’s remains, as though his very essence had been ripped away!

"Feng Wenjun, you alright?" Lin Bai drew near, murmuring softly.

Feng Wenjun ignored Lin Bai entirely, his stare locked on Feng Wujun’s form.

Lin Bai noted Feng Wenjun’s stunned shock, reeling from Feng Wujun’s death, frozen in place.

Just then, the hundred-zhang colossus Shen Qin lifted his fist once more, glaring coldly at Feng Wenjun.

And in that instant, Lin Bai whipped his gaze toward Shen Qin...