Defeating Lin Langtian

In an instant, nearly all the formidable experts turned their gazes toward Lin Xuan—not only the elders of the Lin Clan, but also some of the invited guests.

Even under the scrutiny of so many people, Lin Xuan remained expressionless. He merely looked calmly at Lin Langtian before speaking in a clear voice.

"This battle, Lin Langtian wins. The match..."

Before Lin Xuan could finish, Lin Langtian, feeling that his moment in the spotlight had been stolen, hesitated briefly before suddenly speaking up.

"But I now command the clan's Enforcement Team, and you dared to violate the clan rules in public. I have no choice but to capture you openly and escort you before the Clan Chief, to see whether he will protect you, his adopted son, or..."

This time, it was Lin Xuan who interrupted Lin Langtian.

"You're threatening me?"

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly. The sword intent around him grew even colder, causing the surrounding elders to feel waves of bone-piercing chill.

"I, Lin Xuan, am never threatened!"

With that, Lin Xuan took a step forward and actually stood suspended in midair above the arena. He then slowly drifted down before Lin Langtian.

Once he landed, Lin Xuan twisted his wrist. The divine sword that had been held in reverse behind his wrist turned, its blade now slanting toward the ground.

"Make your move. You only have one chance!"

As he spoke, Lin Xuan did not even glance at Lin Langtian. He merely tilted his head slightly and lowered his eyes to stare at the Nameless Divine Sword in his hand.

Though he was not looking at Lin Langtian, Lin Xuan could sense every movement he made. He could even feel the unusual fluctuations within his body.

This was the terror of the Sword Heart!

The Sword Heart was clarity itself!

With a clear Sword Heart, almost nothing could escape the perception of the Sword Heart within Lin Xuan. Illusions and the like were completely ineffective against him.

Standing opposite Lin Xuan, Lin Langtian sensed the fluctuations in Lin Xuan's aura, and his heart tightened slightly. He hastily sought help from the soul within him.

Lin Langtian absolutely did not want to lose today. Otherwise, from this day onward, his reputation as the First Genius of the Lin Clan would be taken by Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan might not care in the slightest, but Lin Langtian cared—he cared more than anything, treating it as his very life.

Perhaps sensing Lin Langtian's resolve, the soul within him secretly made its move, intending to lend him a hand. After all, the more resources Lin Langtian obtained, the more beneficial it would be to that soul.

Origin Power continuously gathered in Lin Langtian's hands, condensing into two enormous demonic monuments that radiated an imposing aura. Yet the monuments looked exceedingly illusory, not solid in the least.

"That's the Shattering Sky Demon Monument Palm?"

"As expected of the Lin Clan's renowned eighth-grade martial art. Its power is truly formidable!"

"It's a pity Lin Langtian has yet to reach the Shaping Realm. Otherwise, its might would be on an entirely different level."

"It seems Lin Langtian's title as the number one genius is somewhat undeserved now!"

Seeing Lin Langtian go all out, many people around them cried out in surprise. Clearly, this martial art was extremely famous.

Hearing the voices around him, Lin Langtian's expression became somewhat twisted. The words of doubt in particular caused the killing intent in his heart to surge.

"Mu Shi, help me!"

Lin Langtian roared inwardly. Immediately afterward, an extremely faint yet peculiar energy fluctuation emerged from within him. Then, the two massive demonic monuments in his hands rapidly began to solidify.

The change on the field instantly stirred up an uproar, and many experts exclaimed in shock.

"This... such solid shaping intent is probably no weaker than that of a Shaping Realm expert, is it?"

"Lin Langtian possesses such strength? He truly is the First Genius of the Lin Clan!"

Standing opposite Lin Langtian, Lin Xuan clearly sensed the fluctuation within Lin Langtian's body, yet his expression did not change in the slightest.

Because what truly determined a sword's power was not the sword itself, but the person wielding it.

If one's own strength was insufficient, then no matter how powerful the external aid, it could not be controlled!

"Shattering Sky Demon Monument Palm!"

Lin Langtian stared at Lin Xuan with bloodshot eyes. The two massive demonic monuments in his hands, which had already begun to show signs of losing control, smashed fiercely toward Lin Xuan.

Whoosh!

The instant the two demonic monuments descended, Lin Xuan abruptly raised his head. Two sharp beams of sword light burst from his eyes.

The next moment, Lin Xuan vanished from where he stood, transforming into a streak of sword light that shot straight toward Lin Langtian.

Whoosh!

The crowd heard only the sound of something cutting through the air. Then they saw Lin Xuan standing behind Lin Langtian, slowly sheathing his sword and once again holding it reversed behind his back. Lin Langtian, meanwhile, stood frozen in place, while the two enormous demonic monuments hung motionless in midair.

Ignoring the baffled or shocked gazes around him, Lin Xuan stepped into the air once more and left the Colosseum. At the same time, his voice drifted back.

"Today's Clan Gathering is suspended. It will continue tomorrow!"

Lin Xuan's voice jolted many people awake. The hearts of several formidable experts tightened slightly. Naturally, they had seen Lin Xuan's strike. With a single sword stroke, he had precisely found the flaw in Lin Langtian's move and shattered his martial art.

What was more, that one sword strike had directly injured Lin Langtian's meridians, leaving him unable to use Origin Power for the rest of the day. Had they not been members of the same clan, Lin Langtian would likely have already died beneath that strike.

What shocked them even more was that although they knew how Lin Xuan had defeated Lin Langtian, even they could not see the trajectory of his sword.

Just how fast had that razor-sharp strike been?

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through. The two enormous demonic monuments slowly dissipated in the wind, and Lin Langtian's body swayed unsteadily before he dropped to one knee. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Pfft!

That soft sound instantly woke everyone else. Looking at the two enormous demonic monuments that had vanished, then at Lin Langtian kneeling on the ground, the spectators who could not make sense of what had happened all involuntarily sucked in a cold breath.

Hiss!!

The elders seated in the VIP section who supported Lin Langtian looked at one another. After exchanging glances, each saw a trace of worry in the others' eyes.

Many of the elders had even begun to waver.

After all, anyone with eyes could see that Lin Xuan's talent was simply not something Lin Langtian could compare to!