Chapter 4686

“I don’t know,” Yun Li said, shaking his head.

Kai was taken aback but pressed on. “Who leads your temple? And besides your Ten Halls, where are the other nine?”

“I don’t know…”

Yun Li shook his head again.

Kai studied him, his eyes filled with doubt.

Was this guy just copying him, pretending not to know anything?

But in his own case, he truly didn’t know Mr. Shi’s identity—it wasn’t a lie.

“Then surely you know the strength of your Hall Master?” Kai asked.

Yun Li shook his head once more. “I don’t know, and I doubt even my father knows. It’s not that I don’t want to answer your questions—I simply can’t.”

“I see.”

Kai examined Yun Li’s expression and could tell he wasn’t lying.

The temple must have a strict hierarchy, making it impossible for lower-ranking members to understand the higher levels.

After all, within the temple, the Ten Halls were the lowest tier.

“Now that we’ve learned about each other and you’ve satisfied your curiosity, can we part ways?” Kai asked.

Yun Li had claimed he only wanted to see what kind of person Kai was.

Now that he had, surely there was no reason to stay.

“Suddenly, I feel the urge to spar with you—just a friendly match.”

Yun Li was eager to see if Kai truly had the ability to kill a peak ninth-level Mahayana cultivator.

But if they fought for real, and the rumors were true, Yun Li might end up dead.

So, he suggested a sparring match instead—one that would test Kai’s strength without risking his own life.

Kai chuckled. He had seen through Yun Li’s little scheme from the start.

Still, he wasn’t one to back down.

“Alright,” Kai agreed. “But I have one condition.”
Kai wasn’t about to let Yun Li take advantage of him for nothing. This guy was being crafty, but Kai wasn’t a fool.

“What are your conditions?” Yun Li asked.

“Let’s make a wager. A simple sparring match is pointless without stakes,” Kai replied.

“Alright, but I left in a hurry and didn’t bring many resources,” Yun Li said, taking out a storage bag. “I only have 10,000 spirit stones. Will that do?”

Kai almost cursed out loud. A damn rich kid!

Keeping his composure, he glanced at Yun Li and said, “10,000 spirit stones may not be much, but I suppose it’ll do.”

Though inwardly shocked by the sheer amount, he refused to show it.

“Since that’s settled, let’s begin,” Yun Li said. “But remember—stop before it goes too far. If you injure me, you’re not getting a single spirit stone!”

Kai hesitated for a moment.

A peak ninth-level Mahayana cultivator… yet he kept reminding him not to go too far?

What was going on?

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep it under control,” Kai assured him.

As soon as the words left his mouth, both figures moved, instantly widening the distance between them.

The air grew tense, as if frozen in anticipation. Even the wind stilled, awaiting the inevitable clash.

Kai took a deep breath, his gaze sharpening like an eagle’s. The spiritual power within him surged like a flood breaking through a dam—uncontainable, unstoppable.

Slowly, he raised his right hand, palm facing up. A low hum resonated through the air as an ancient, majestic sword began to materialize from the void—his Dragon Slaying Sword.

The blade shimmered with a faint green glow, and a distant dragon’s roar echoed softly from within. It radiated an aura of sheer dominance—one that could cut down anything in its path.

Yun Li’s pupils shrank instantly, shock flashing across his face.

As the son of the Tenth Palace Master, he had seen countless divine weapons—but this…

“This… is your sword?” His voice trembled slightly, unable to hide his disbelief at the sight of the Dragon Slaying Sword.