The Epitaph Was a Little Too Long

To be honest, for Shen Lin now, it no longer mattered whether the saber in his hand was a treasured artifact or a piece of junk.

After integrating all the laws of the Great Dao of Saber Techniques into his own Dao-law body, his saber techniques had already broken free from the limitations of weapons.

Whether he struck with a bare-handed saber or held a toothpick in his fingers, the power of the saber aura he unleashed was about the same.

Moreover, within a certain range, he could control every saber.

His cultivation in the Saint Realm allowed him to control every saber within the entire Ancient Tomb Heaven.

Once he officially broke through into the Venerable Realm and truly became a Dao Integration Realm expert—

perhaps with nothing more than a shout of, "Saber, come!" every saber in the entire Nine Heavens Ten Earths would come flying over in a dense, sky-covering swarm.

The sheer style of it was off the charts.

This was already a conceptual power.

Therefore, even those scraps of iron that were broken beyond recognition, buried deep underground and shattered into who knew how many pieces—

as long as they had once been sabers and belonged to the concept of sabers, the attacks they unleashed would be no different from those of Shen Lin himself.

After dealing with the fellows who had tried to flee, Shen Lin let out a soft breath and lowered his head to look at the others who remained.

Yu Yinchuan and several Venerable Realm experts from the Black Jackal Clan.

At this moment, after witnessing Shen Lin casually kill those fleeing men with a wave of his hand, everyone was thrown into utter panic.

"This, this, this... Clan Leader, let's run!"

"Run where? Where can we go? Can you run