887: Chapter 883 The Greatest Secret of the Heavenly Gate 887: Chapter 883 The Greatest Secret of the Heavenly Gate Ever since admitting to trespassing into Lang Huan Cave, Sima Yun no longer considered himself a disciple of Tianmen.
Thus, the Sect Leader’s orders held no obligation for him, nor did he see any need to protect Tianmen’s secrets.
“You…”
Wu Weizi gritted his teeth fiercely.
Though his heart was brimming with murderous intent, he knew he lacked the power to do anything against Sima Yun…
Even the Sect Leader couldn’t make a move, and the Tianmen inner sect disciples were all intimidated by Sima Yun’s martial prowess, so they hesitated and dared not step forward.
Sima Yun began speaking boldly!
“Everyone, the greatest secret of Tianmen is that Tianmen is a martial force of the survival of the fittest: the weak are the sustenance for the strong.
The weak have always existed to serve the strong!”
Sima Yun revealed Tianmen’s deepest secret, but the martial artists present showed a hint of disappointment upon hearing it…
“What nonsense?
Hasn’t Tianmen always been like this?”
“Fellow disciples fighting, humanity extinguished—these things aren’t uncommon in Tianmen.”
“Survival of the fittest—isn’t that just the established truth in the martial arts world?”
…
Everyone ridiculed Sima Yun out loud.
Storming into Lang Huan Cave despite the Tianmen ban—could it be that he uncovered nothing but this insignificant secret?
Facing their doubts, Sima Yun coldly smirked and continued, “Everyone, when I say survival of the fittest, I mean it literally!
In Tianmen, the weak are truly sustenance for the strong, and this reality is directly embodied in the final move of the Wind Flow Strength technique!”
“What?
The final move of Wind Flow Strength?”
Wu Weizi was deeply shocked, while the rest of the martial artists stared at Sima Yun in astonishment.
According to what Sima Yun suggested, did that mean none of Tianmen’s inner sect disciples had mastered the complete Wind Flow Strength technique?
For Tianmen’s outer sect disciples, it was understandable—they were numerous, and thus Tianmen withheld portions of the technique.
That made sense.
But if even the inner sect disciples hadn’t mastered the full Wind Flow Strength technique, then it was utterly unreasonable…
“Sima Yun, what nonsense are you spouting!?”
Wu Weizi furiously interrogated, but at this moment, Sima Yun had already dismissed the Sect Leader’s words as mere noise!
“I am not spouting nonsense.
The final move of Wind Flow Strength contains the essence of the entire technique, and this martial art was created entirely for its final move!
Sect Leader, do you want to know what the final move truly is?”
With mocking sarcasm, Sima Yun asked.
From him, Wu Weizi immediately sensed an ominous killing intent, forcing him to retreat instinctively.
“I’ll show you now!”
Sima Yun spoke coldly, and with a gust-like movement, he closed the distance between himself and Wu Weizi in an instant.
Wu Weizi, severely injured, had no chance to evade and was immediately seized by Sima Yun!
“This is the final move of Wind Flow Strength!”
Sima Yun shouted and began deploying his cultivation technique.
“This…
this…”
Wu Weizi gasped in shock as he felt the remnants of his Inner Strength being voraciously absorbed by Sima Yun, flowing directly into Sima Yun’s own body.
Could it be that the final move of Wind Flow Strength was a technique for absorbing others’ cultivation techniques?
Wu Weizi tried to fight back, but Sima Yun was in peak condition, making escape impossible.
His entire Inner Strength was extracted clean…
In mere moments, Wu Weizi’s body became as withered as a dried-out corpse.
Sima Yun gazed at the nearly lifeless Sect Leader grimly, as if staring at garbage.
“Wu Weizi, the entirety of Wind Flow Strength within your body has been drained by me.
You’re now worthless and pose no threat.
Out of the sentiment of you being my mentor, I shall let you live.
Leave!”
With a casual wave of his hand, Wu Weizi’s body was flung ten meters away like a piece of paper and landed heavily on the ground, unconscious.
This act of completely draining Wu Weizi’s cultivation stunned everyone present…
Sima Yun, having absorbed Wu Weizi’s Inner Strength, appeared even more triumphant!
“Now, everyone, you understand, don’t you?
The Wind Flow Strength technique exists solely to be absorbed by another.
Thus, in this world, there is only one person allowed to use Wind Flow Strength—the one standing at the pinnacle!
And I am that person at the top.
You worms, if you’re smart, surrender your Inner Strength, and I will spare your lives!”
Sima Yun proclaimed arrogantly, no longer viewing the martial artists before him as worthy opponents.
Sima Yun’s revelation about “Tianmen’s greatest secret” sent chills down their spines…
No wonder Tianmen disciples frequently killed each other—if Wind Flow Strength truly worked this way, then such infighting seemed logical!
“What a joke!?
Sima Yun, do you really think you’re invincible?
There are so many of us here—I refuse to believe you’ll drain everyone’s strength!”
One inner sect disciple spat furiously, but Sima Yun merely smirked coldly.
In a flash, he appeared before the disciple.
This inner sect disciple immediately unleashed his full power, aiming punches at Sima Yun.
But before the strikes could land, they were caught effortlessly by Sima Yun, binding the disciple’s movement.
His Inner Strength began to flow uncontrollably into Sima Yun.
“Sp-spare me…”
The disciple pleaded desperately, but Sima Yun was unmoved.
This disciple had dared to strike at him, so Sima Yun showed no mercy!
The disciple’s entire Inner Strength was extracted completely.
His once nearly two-hundred-pound body shriveled to a skeletal frame!
After losing all his energy to Sima Yun, the inner sect disciple perished…
“Sima Yun, you’re utterly cruel!”
Another inner sect disciple shouted angrily.
Though Tianmen disciples were accustomed to infighting, Sima Yun’s sheer ruthlessness shocked them.
None had witnessed brutality of this level before.
Even these battle-hardened inner sect disciples were horrified…
Faced with their accusations, Sima Yun remained composed.
“Cruel?
How am I cruel?
To become a part of my cultivation is an honor!
Besides, this is the true essence of Wind Flow Strength.
I believe Tianmen’s founder created this technique for this very reason!”
Sima Yun’s words showed not a shred of compassion.
Such remarks sent a chill down the spine of everyone present!
Turning his gaze towards Ye Tian, Sima Yun said coldly, “Ye Tian, you’re already a dead man.
I won’t deal with you now.
After I’ve finished absorbing the Inner Strength of the others who practice Wind Flow Strength, it’ll be your turn!”
His implication was clear—not only Tianmen’s inner sect disciples but even the lesser-experienced outer sect disciples would not escape his reach…
Sima Yun’s actions provoked universal condemnation among the crowd.
“Sima Yun, what kind of monster are you?
Are you saying all of us here are nothing but your food?”
“I don’t believe you can be this arrogant for much longer!”
“Come on then, if you have the guts!”
…
The martial artists jeered at Sima Yun, but he simply chuckled faintly and spoke softly, “In that case, don’t blame me for being merciless!”
With that, Sima Yun lunged toward the inner sect disciples.
“Everyone, let’s fight him together!”
An inner sect disciple shouted, and all the disciples rallied with heightened vigilance.
Sima Yun’s combat strength was already unmatched among the inner sect, and now, after absorbing Wu Weizi’s and another disciple’s Inner Strength, he was even harder to contend with.
Thus, over twenty inner sect disciples, knowing there was no longer any escape, resolved to join forces!
This kind of unity was rare among Tianmen’s inner sect disciples, who usually preferred to fight alone, but desperation forced their collaboration—Sima Yun’s vow to drain every practitioner of Wind Flow Strength meant running away would invite relentless pursuit.
Faced with grim odds, the disciples decided to fight to the death!
Maybe, just maybe, there might still be a sliver of hope…
Over twenty inner sect disciples unleashed the full extent of their Wind Flow Strength, creating powerful gusts of wind surging from their bodies.
Encased in gusts resembling intricate cyclones, their figures made for a grand spectacle!
“Hmph!
Such a trick poses no threat to me!”
Sima Yun sneered before unleashing his own prowess in Wind Flow Strength.
Having absorbed the power of the Sect Leader and another disciple, Sima Yun’s display of Wind Flow Strength far surpassed the others.
The mere cyclones enveloping Sima Yun alone overshadowed the combined winds of the twenty-odd disciples…
“Perish!”
Sima Yun swept his hand, sending a tornado crashing toward one disciple.
The disciple countered with his own energy, but how could he stand against Sima Yun’s might?
“Boom~~~~~~~~~”
Struck by Sima Yun’s tornado, the disciple’s defenses collapsed instantly.
The tornado exploded violently on him, sending him crashing onto the ground, where he lay unconscious…
“Everyone, we can’t match Sima Yun’s power individually.
Let’s focus our energy together!”
Daichong shouted, urging them to merge their strengths.
If they couldn’t defeat Sima Yun alone, pooling their energies might grant them a narrow chance of survival!