Heavenly Sword Sect, Lin Xuan Defeated by Saber!

BOOM!

Almost the moment the words left his lips, Lin Xuan struck!

The ground beneath his feet began to shatter.

His aura was incredibly violent, like a maddened flood dragon.

He closed the distance to Xu Qingyun in an instant.

The crimson longsword in his hand swung down with force, descending like a crimson mountain peak, pressing down with frantic intensity.

It left many onlookers feeling a sense of suffocation.

It was as if, should this sword land, Xu Qingyun's body would be cleaved in two.

However, Xu Qingyun, standing on the plaza, leaped backward with an expressionless face, easily evading the attack.

He then swiftly raised his right fist, unleashing a three-zhang-long crimson-gold fist imprint.

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow and flicked his sword lightly.

A massive surge of crimson Sword Qi rampaged across the plaza.

It quickly annihilated the crimson-gold fist imprint.

Immediately following, the Sword Qi, its momentum undiminished, surged toward Xu Qingyun to strike him down.

Facing Lin Xuan's lethal move, Xu Qingyun immediately raised his fists to defend.

BOOM!

In an instant, sparks flew in all directions.

The power of the Sword Qi was so great that Xu Qingyun couldn't help but frown.

His body was forced back three steps.

Drip! Drip!

He raised his hands to look and discovered that his fists had been sliced open by the Sword Qi; blood flowed and dripped onto the ground.

"A Profound-grade high-tier sword technique!"

Xu Qingyun said with a solemn expression.

Both he and Lin Xuan were at the ninth level of the Mystic Profound Realm.

For his opponent to be able to injure him with sword skills, the technique must be of a higher grade than his own.

Genius figures capable of making the Human Prodigy Ranking basically all cultivated Profound-grade techniques.

His own ranking was relatively high, and he practiced a Profound-grade mid-tier fist technique that had already reached the mastery stage.

That was why he had been able to defeat a Great Yun genius ranked thirteenth using this fist technique.

But this Lin Xuan seemed to be practicing a Profound-grade high-tier sword technique, and his level of mastery was not low either.

At the very least, he had reached the mastery stage!

"What, surprised already?"

Seeing this, Lin Xuan grinned.

BOOM!

As soon as he spoke, Lin Xuan's figure suddenly became blurred.

In Xu Qingyun's perception, Lin Xuan seemed to have manifested two additional bodies.

It was as if three Lin Xuans were charging at him!

"Not good!"

Xu Qingyun's expression changed in shock.

This Lin Xuan must have cultivated some high-grade movement technique.

At least Profound-grade mid-tier, perhaps even Profound-grade high-tier.

The speed was simply too fast!

To be at the Mystic Profound Realm and have cultivated two Profound-grade techniques—this was simply unbelievable.

For many Mystic Profound Realm martial artists, being able to cultivate one or two Yellow-grade techniques was already quite good.

Even among genius martial artists, most would only cultivate a single Profound-grade technique.

After all, human energy is limited; how could one possibly cultivate multiple Profound-grade techniques?

Yet this Lin Xuan, who once had talent similar to his own—or strictly speaking, even slightly worse—how could he possibly cultivate two Profound-grade techniques?

And with such high levels of mastery, no less!

In this instant, Xu Qingyun was overwhelmed with emotions, his heart filled with too many questions.

BOOM!

The next moment, even though he reacted in time and flashed his figure away, his right arm was still struck by the sword light, blood streaming down.

He was heavily wounded!

Lin Xuan naturally would not let such a good opportunity slip by.

He continuously unleashed his movement technique, slashing out streaks of crimson sword light to further batter Xu Qingyun.

In the end, Xu Qingyun was sent flying by a single strike from Lin Xuan, landing at the edge of the White Jade Plaza with a faint aura, unable to move.

Seeing this scene, the entire crowd erupted in an uproar.

Xu Qingyun had actually lost!

Moreover, he had been almost completely unable to fight back.

Both sides were at the ninth level of the Mystic Profound Realm, yet the gap in their strength was so immense.

"The winner, Lin Xuan!"

At this moment, the white-robed deacon of the Cloud Pavilion announced with a solemn expression.

"The Divine Fist Sect is nothing more than this."

Lin Xuan held his long sword, his expression indifferent.

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of Jiang Feng and the others turned rather unsightly.

The Divine Fist Sect and the Mystic Blade Sect were both top-tier sects within the Great Cloud Dynasty, and their strengths were on par with each other.

Since Lin Xuan had joined an overseas sect, by saying the Divine Fist Sect was incompetent, wasn't he also subtly mocking the other sects for being just as mediocre?

"This Lin Xuan is indeed very strong."

Outside the plaza, Su Yun's expression shifted slightly.

It appeared that Lin Xuan had mastered at least two Profound-rank techniques, and both had nearly reached the mastery stage.

Although he hadn't reached the perfection stage, their power was still terrifying.

Compared to Lin Xuan, his own martial arts power was naturally a notch weaker.

But Su Yun possessed one massive advantage.

That was his eighty percent blade intent!

Once a blade intent of this level was unleashed, defeating Lin Xuan would take only one strike.

Inside the restaurant beside the plaza.

Patriarch Xu's expression was exceptionally ugly at this moment.

Crack!

The jade cup he was gripping in his hand was instantly crushed into fragments.

They scattered all over the floor.

Previously, he had been adamant and certain that his son, Xu Qingyun, would win.

But now, his son had been beaten unconscious by Lin Xuan!

"This Lin Xuan has good comprehension; it is normal that Xu Qingyun lost, and he has no reason to complain."

King Wanyang spoke with an indifferent, expressionless face.

"Thank you for your understanding, King Wanyang. In the future, I will certainly urge my son to cultivate diligently and dedicate his life to the Great Cloud!"

Patriarch Xu hurriedly bowed and spoke respectfully.

Fortunately, King Wanyang did not pursue the matter.

Otherwise, his Xu family would have been skinned alive!

On the White Jade Plaza.

Lin Xuan looked around at the surroundings and spoke in a loud voice.

"Everyone, you must be aware that I have joined an overseas sect."

"Since that is the case, I will speak plainly."

"The sect I have joined is called the Heavenly Sword Sect. Its territory alone spans ten thousand miles; it is a peerless, grand sect."

"If any of you present are interested, you may join my Heavenly Sword Sect!"

As soon as his voice fell, the scene erupted into a clamor, with discussions breaking out everywhere.

Such blatant poaching was simply too audacious.

But didn't this also reflect from the side that the Heavenly Sword Sect was powerful and did not fear the Great Cloud Dynasty?

Furthermore, Lin Xuan's terrifying strength also corroborated this point.

For a time, many martial artists on the scene felt a sense of agitation.

"Damn it!"

Jiang Feng had a fiery temper. Seeing Lin Xuan's smile, he felt deeply displeased and couldn't help but curse out loud.

It was a pity that he had only been cultivating for a little over a year and had yet to break through to the Mystic Profound Realm; he was simply no match for this man.

His outburst naturally drew the attention of many.

Lin Xuan, standing on the plaza, looked over at this moment.

After sensing Jiang Feng's cultivation level, he said with a mocking smile, "What? This disciple of the Mystic Blade Sect, if you are dissatisfied, you may come up and spar with me."

"You!"

Jiang Feng's expression turned furious, but he did not recklessly charge up.

After all, he couldn't beat Lin Xuan at all.

Going up there would only mean getting beaten.

"Too afraid to come up? Are you worried I'll suppress you with my cultivation?"

Lin Xuan laughed.

"How about this?"

"I can suppress my cultivation down to the ninth level of Body Tempering. Shall we go up and have a bout?"

Veins bulged on Jiang Feng's forehead; he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, yet he still didn't rashly step forward.

After all, even if their cultivation levels were the same, Lin Xuan had already mastered two Profound-rank techniques.

How could he possibly win?

"Still not daring to come up?"

Lin Xuan's smile grew even wider.

"It seems the disciples of the Mystic Blade Sect are nothing more than this, only capable of empty talk."

BOOM!

At this moment, Jiang Feng glared with rage, his aura erupting; he could no longer tolerate it.

The other party was humiliating him like this—how could he possibly continue to endure it?

Even if he died, he would accept it!

However, at this moment, Su Yun placed his right hand on his shoulder.

"Junior Brother Jiang Feng, he is merely a nobody."

"Why get angry?"

Su Yun spoke slowly.

A nobody?

Hearing this, Lin Xuan's smile stiffened.

"Junior Brother Su Yun."

Chen Qingxue, standing to the side, looked worried.

This Lin Xuan had mastered two Profound-rank techniques and his cultivation realm was not low; his strength was truly formidable.

This was no mere small fry!

Jiang Feng, whose shoulder was being held, was also stunned for a moment.

"Senior Sister, please look after Junior Brother Jiang Feng."

After saying this, Su Yun executed the Spirit Roc Dustless Step and flashed onto the plaza.

The two stood on the White Jade Plaza, gazing at each other from a distance.

"Hmm? Third level of the Mystic Profound Realm?"

Lin Xuan's eyes were deep, and a cold sneer couldn't help but curl his lips.

Where on earth did this person get the confidence?

To dare to come up and challenge him?

"Hmm? This person is an outer disciple of the Mystic Blade Sect? His cultivation is only at the third level of the Mystic Profound Realm!"

"Strange, what means does he have to dare to challenge Lin Xuan?"

"Still young and reckless, I suppose!"

The surrounding onlookers were suddenly filled with surprise, pondering in secret.

After all, even Xu Qingyun had been defeated!

What kind of methods could a martial artist at the third level of the Mystic Profound Realm possibly have to defeat Lin Xuan?

Inside the restaurant by the plaza.

Patriarch Xu frowned at the scene before him.

"Which family's junior is this? Only at the third level of the Profound Realm, yet he dares to come up and challenge Lin Xuan?"

"Even my son was defeated; isn't he just making a fool of himself?"

The other patriarchs spoke up one after another.

None of them held any hope for Su Yun.

However, King Wanyang, standing to the side, became interested.

"Perhaps this outer disciple of the Mystic Blade Sect will be able to bring me some surprises."

On the White Jade Plaza.

Lin Xuan spoke with a smile on his face.

"I actually admire you a little; with such cultivation, you still dare to come up and fight me."

"Perhaps I should even thank you. After defeating you, it will surely raise the reputation of the Heavenly Sword Sect to another level."

"By then, the rewards I can obtain will be even greater."

Lin Xuan was composed and quite confident.

"You talk too much."

Su Yun glanced at him.

"To defeat you, one blade is enough."

Hearing this, Lin Xuan was stunned.

His expression darkened.

Just then, the white-robed deacon from the Cloud Pavilion finished checking Su Yun's information.

He waved his right arm and announced in a loud voice.

"Su Yun, outer disciple of the Mystic Blade Sect, challenges Lin Xuan, disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

"The match begins!"

BOOM!!

As soon as the words fell, Su Yun unleashed eighty percent of his blade intent!

The terrifying aura of the blade intent surged outward in all directions like a mountain collapsing or a sea overturning!

CRACK!!

Visible to the naked eye, the White Jade Plaza began to shatter around Su Yun, spreading like a spiderweb.

If the plaza itself was affected this way, one could only imagine the state of Lin Xuan, who was now struck with terror!

His face turned pale, his body was drenched in sweat, and his legs were trembling.

Even though he tried his best to unleash his own thirty percent sword intent, it was nothing before such terrifying blade intent.

It shattered upon contact!

"This is... Great Accomplishment Blade Intent!?"

"Impossible!"

"How could an outer disciple at the third level of the Profound Realm comprehend Great Accomplishment Blade Intent!?"

Veins bulged on Lin Xuan's face as he gritted his teeth.

Creak!

The next moment, his bones began to crack under the pressure of the terrifying blade intent!

"Slash!"

Suddenly, a cold voice reached his ears.

Immediately after, a blinding blood-colored blade light completely obscured his vision.

He could see nothing else.

Lin Xuan's heart trembled, and his eyes widened instantly.

He knew very clearly.

He could not block this strike.

He was going to die!

"I... I surrender!!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Lin Xuan roared at the sky, his eyes splitting with terror!

In an instant, that blade of blood-colored light halted, frozen three feet before him.

Ultimately, the crimson light dissolved into specks of radiance, vanishing completely.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan felt as if he had been granted a reprieve, gasping for air incessantly.

Yet, his eyes remained filled with terror!

That strike was simply too horrifying!

At this moment, the Deacon in White finally snapped back to his senses and drew a deep breath.

He hurriedly raised his right arm, announcing with great excitement:

"The winner, Su Yun!"