One Sword Kill

"The Wang Clan truly does favor these underhanded tactics!"

Lin Xuan sneered, his eyes carrying a cold, detached look as he stared icily at the gray-robed elder.

Back then, the four great families had agreed to send only their younger generation here. Moreover, they had made that promise in front of the Nine Heavens Great Purity Palace's Palace Master.

Naturally, that agreement had mainly been intended to prevent Nirvana Realm experts such as the patriarchs of the Four Great Clans and Mo Jingtian of the Great Yan Royal Family from interfering in the struggle for the Nirvana Heart.

Clearly, the Palace Master of the Nine Heavens Great Purity Palace had great confidence in Ling Qingzhu's strength. Given her status, she naturally could not stoop to snatching such a minor opportunity found by little ones like Lin Fan.

The Wang Clan had likely counted on her not caring about such matters, which was why they had secretly sent an older Qi Creation Realm expert like this man. It was simply unknown whether he had come to protect Wang Yan or to interfere with the competition between the younger generations of the Lin Clan.

However, his purpose no longer mattered.

The gray-robed elder who had been forced to reveal himself was now watching Lin Xuan with a solemn expression. From Lin Xuan, he could sense an incomparably dangerous aura that set alarm bells ringing in his heart.

In particular, the gray-robed elder could feel that Lin Xuan's aura had locked onto him. The sensation truly felt like having blades pressed against his back.

Not far away, the spectators watched the scene with great interest. Quite a few even revealed looks of contempt.

It had to be said that the Wang Clan's conduct was indeed disgraceful, utterly lacking the bearing expected of one of the Four Great Clans.

"Are you ready?"

Lin Xuan looked at the gray-robed elder standing there with his guard fully raised and spoke calmly. The elder did not respond, merely staring fixedly at Lin Xuan.

The next moment, the gray-robed elder felt the aura of death rush toward him. He immediately mobilized every bit of Origin Power in his body, preparing to withstand Lin Xuan's attack with all his strength.

Yet at that moment, the elder suddenly discovered that Lin Xuan, who had been standing before him, had vanished.

Just as the elder was baffled, a streak of sword light flashed before his eyes. It was as swift as lightning, vanishing the instant it appeared.

That impossibly fast strike filled the Qi Creation Realm gray-robed elder with utter terror. At the same time, a figure silently appeared behind him.

"Clang!"

The longsword in his hand slowly slid back into its sword sheath. Lin Xuan glanced at the members of the Wang Clan beside him before speaking indifferently.

"I will not make a move against them, but that does not mean I will not kill you!"

With the pride of a swordsman, Lin Xuan would not personally attack the younger members of the Wang Clan. But when it came to these old fellows, his sword showed no mercy.

"Y-you...!"

The gray-robed elder managed only a single word before the vitality in his body began to drain away at an astonishing speed, like air leaking from a punctured ball.

After sheathing his sword, Lin Xuan unhurriedly returned to the Lin Clan's group and softly spoke two words to Wu Tao beside him.

"Set up camp!"

Wu Tao, who had still been immersed in shock, instantly snapped awake. He hurriedly nodded in acknowledgment, then led the others to set up tents in an open area.

Meanwhile, the spectators who had been eagerly expecting to witness a great battle all widened their eyes, unable to believe what they had just seen.

A Qi Creation Realm expert had simply died like that!

One sword—only one sword! He had not even used any martial arts!

Within the Lin Clan's group, Lin Ke'er, Lin Xue, Lin Chen, and the others slightly raised their heads and disdainfully glanced at the Wang Clan members. They even swaggered past the Wang Clan's group as though deliberately flaunting their superiority.

Lin Dong, mingling among the crowd, still had not recovered from that sword strike, one he had been utterly unable to see clearly.

Only now did Lin Dong realize that Little Marten had not been exaggerating in the slightest. Lin Xuan's strength had already far surpassed what a Creation Realm expert ought to possess.

Even using his Mental Energy, Lin Dong had been unable to catch any trace of that sword. In other words, if he had faced that strike himself, he truly would not even know how he had died.

"Hehe, Lin Dong, feeling discouraged?"

At that moment, Little Marten's voice sounded in Lin Dong's mind. The teasing in his tone made Lin Dong roll his eyes.

"What is there for me to feel discouraged about? Didn't you say that the Young Clan Leader's talent surpasses even the legendary Ancient Eight Rulers? If I can be compared to him, that means I have a chance to surpass Lin Langtian!"

For the current Lin Dong, he did not yet possess any grand ambitions or lofty pursuits. He merely wanted to seek justice for his father over what had happened back then and allow his grandfather to return to the inner clan. That was all.

"Kid, don't set your sights so low. Just like that freak said, your opportunities are so extraordinary that you naturally have a chance to reach higher realms. When that time comes, with such a massive thigh to cling to, won't life be easy for you?"

However, Little Marten did not want Lin Dong to be content with remaining in the tiny Great Yan Dynasty. There were not nearly enough resources here for him to restore his strength.

Furthermore, the Mysterious Stone Talisman was ultimately a hidden danger. Without sufficient strength, they would not be able to safeguard such a precious treasure.

Just like this time—Lin Xuan had been able to detect the Mysterious Stone Talisman's existence. Had Lin Xuan intended to seize it, both Little Marten and Lin Dong would likely already be dead.

"Besides, Lin Dong, you need to have some ambition. And as you are now, hard work alone will not be enough for you to catch up to Lin Langtian. You need to seek out that opportunity in the Great Desolate Province!"

The opportunity in the Great Desolate Province naturally referred to an Ancestor Symbol. However, Little Marten knew that Lin Xuan could hear their conversation, so he spoke rather indirectly.

When they had discussed the Ancestor Symbols before, they had not touched upon any clues to their whereabouts, so there had been no issue. But now, Little Marten feared that if Lin Xuan learned where the Devouring Ancestor Symbol was, who knew whether he might try to take it?

After all, it was an Ancestor Symbol. There were only eight of them in the entire world!

Little Marten simply did not know the origins of the Mysterious Stone Talisman. Otherwise, he would not have had such concerns. Lin Xuan did not even need the Ancestral Stone; he would only have been interested in studying and comprehending an Ancestor Symbol.

"The Great Desolate Province..."

Lin Dong murmured, his gaze gradually turning resolute.

That was right. Even members of the Wang Clan possessed Great Perfection of Core Formation Realm strength. Then Lin Langtian, hailed as the Lin Clan's foremost genius, had to be at least in the Shaping Realm—perhaps even stronger—while he himself was only at Minor Perfection of Core Formation Realm.