Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

However, even as Ye Fan swung his last strike at Tang Yun, the latter wasn't at all concerned.

She only gazed at him with contempt and disdain.

I didn't expect Chu Tianfan to still put on a tough front. I have already fended off six of his strikes. Can't

he tell what situation he's in? Does he think his strange sword technique could compare to mine? Can't

he see that he isn't my match at all? The more he puts on a tough front, the more I look down on him.

How can he be so arrogant when he's on the verge of death? He's nothing but a joke.

Under Tang Yun's scornful gaze, Ye Fan swung, and finally, his seventh strike met the first of Tang

Yun's seven strikes for their last fight!

Tang Yun wasn't at all nervous.

It's obvious who's going to win. Ye Fan's six strikes could even defeat my one single move. Even if his

last strike is the most powerful and may block one or two of my strikes, it's not going to help. There's

nothing he can do to turn the table.

Impassively and calmly, Tang Yun waited for Ye Fan's defeat and for everything to come to an end.

However, while she was thinking of that, the scene she was expecting did not happen.

Ye Fan's last strike quickly and effortlessly sliced through her first strike.

“Seems like this strike is quite powerful,” Tang Yun muttered, slightly surprised, but that was it.

I still have six more moves. Ye Fan only beat my first move.

However, this thought didn't last long as a second later, Ye Fan's seventh strike immediately shattered

Tang Yun's second strike, Ice Heart, and third strike, Green Dragon.

“What?”

Tang Yun finally lost her composure as signs of shock began appearing on her beautiful face.

It seems like I have underestimated Chu Tianfan.

Still, Tang Yun was only shocked. She did not panic yet.

Each strike in Cloud and Mist Sword Technique gets progressively more powerful. He only defeated

three of my strikes. I still have four left, and the four strikes will only be more powerful. Chu Tianfan has

no way of turning things around!

Confident in her sword technique, Tang Yun still thought she could win.

Yet, nothing was definite in this world.

The force of Ye Fan's seventh strike, after destroying Tang Yun's first three moves, didn't dwindle, so

his sword slammed against Tang Yun's remaining strikes.

Whoosh!

Light rays bounced off his sword, and sword energy surged forth as he wielded his seventh strike.

His sword slashed cleanly without any hesitation at her.

With that, Ye Fan's seventh strike unleashed an unstoppable force in all directions.

Memoria, Unicus, and Dismemberment didn't even last a moment under Ye Fan's seventh strike.

In a blink of an eye, Ye Fan's seventh strike shattered those sword techniques as if they were nothing.

“W-What?”

“How is this possible?”

Chu Yuan, Chu Tianqi, and the others were dumbstruck upon seeing that.

Even Sword Saint, martial artists of Jiangdong and Dragon God Hall were utterly shocked by the result.

They had thought the two had equal prowess, so the battle would be at an impasse, but in the end, it

was a crushing defeat for Tang Yun.

Ye Fan's single strike destroyed Tang Yun's six strikes.

That devastating force was so mighty that it could sweep up fallen leaves and even melt snow.

“T-This isn't possible!”

“It's impossible!”

“How can his last strike be so strong?”

Tang Yun was finally panicking.

Fear and shock were written all over her usually elegant-looking but expressionless face.

Never did she expect this outcome, but she wasn't someone to admit defeat easily.

I haven't lost yet. Ye Fan only destroyed six of my strikes. I still have a trump card just like him—my

seventh strike. If the seventh strike of Ye Fan's fake Cloud and Mist Sword Technique can already

exude such power, then the seventh strike of my authentic Cloud and Mist Sword Technique will only

be more powerful. It will immediately pierce through him!

That was what Tang Yun thought, as she was full of confidence.

She didn't believe her swordsmanship would lose to Ye Fan's, nor did she believe her mastery over her

family's sword technique would be worse than an outsider's.

With that, Tang Yun and Ye Fan's seventh strike, Unseen, met each other for one final time in this all-

or-nothing battle.

However, the scene Tang Yun was expecting did not happen.

The moment their strikes met, the sword intent of Tang Yun's Unseen dissipated while the sword intent

of Ye Fan's Unseen, which conveyed his endless love, destroyed all that stood in its way.

One versus seven!

His single strike destroyed Tang Yun's seven strikes.

It was a complete and an overwhelming defeat for her.

Probably no one had expected Tang Yun, the Best Swordmaster, to be so powerless before Ye Fan.

Yet, the sword intent of Ye Fan's Unseen, after slicing through the force of Tang Yun's attack, did not

lose its momentum and slashed right into her chest.

“Ms. Tang!”

“Master!”

“Stop it, b*stard!”

The eyes of the members of Chu Sect were red with tears gathered in them as they shouted.

Chu Qitian also roared as he struggled with all his might.

Some members of Chu Sect even wanted to run over to save Tang Yun by taking the blow for her, but

how could weak martial artists like them join such a powerful battle?

They couldn't even get close. Just when they ran a few steps in her direction, Ye Fan's overwhelming

sword intent sent them flying into the air.

Everyone could only watch on as Tang Yun, the head of Chu Sect, who everyone feared due to her

unrivaled might, influence, and position besides admiring her beauty, met her death by Ye Fan's sword.

They were all sure Tang Yun was dead meat.

Behind them, Chu Lin, riding on Blackie, felt pain suddenly pierce through his heart for some reason,

and he started crying uncontrollably.

I suddenly feel so sorrowful, as if the most important person in my life is leaving me soon.

“Daddy, no...” Chu Lin cried subconsciously.

But it was too late.

Swish!

The sword intent of Unseen cut through Tang Yan. Immediately, blood bloomed on her clothes, and her

hair fell softly against her face.

Even the moon seemed to fade away while everyone stared on as Ye Fan's sword intent pierced her

body.

Blood splattered down, and her sword energy was a mess.

The gorgeous Tang Yan fell from the sky like a golden bird before crashing to the ground below.

Fresh blood dyed the clothes around her chest crimson red.

As Tang Yun plummeted, all the light that surrounded her, all her prowess and air of regalness

disappeared.

Since the beginning of time, “the winner takes it all” while the loser would lose everything.

Silence hung in the air for a long time.

The dead silence that descended upon Mount Yunding made everyone feel like they had entered a

vacant hell.

“H-How can this be? That brat won? T-This doesn't make sense! This doesn't fit the concept of

swordsmanship!”

Sword Saint stood still for a long time, dazed, as he stared at Ye Fan. His heart pounded furiously from

the shock.

At that moment, he felt his decades of training and understanding of swordsmanship had been

overturned.

A sword knows no warmth, but is a heartless sword intent really the most powerful strike?

“Chu Tianfan, you b*stard! You're ruthless! You killed Master! You killed her! Master is so pretty. You

b*stard! How can you bear to hurt her?” Chu Qitian screamed crazily as he tried to attack Ye Fan, but

he couldn't move an inch as Demonic Duo held him down with all their might.

Ye Qingtian, who stood a short distance away, was also sorrowful when he saw Tang Yun collapse.

“A stunning beauty has come to her end. This is the end of a beautiful legend.”