Imitation Wind's Extreme

If the enemy didn't understand what was going on and let the attack land on them, not only would it be difficult to counter, but their movements would also be affected, creating an opening.

Of course, given Xiao Yan's current strength, he could only affect those in the Dou Qi stage.

Anyone stronger—even a one-star Dou Zhe—could rely on sheer force to directly shatter the vortex formed in Xiao Yan's palm.

After practicing it seriously once, Xiao Yan adjusted his breathing and began preparing to cultivate the Lava Heaven-Breaking Force.

To be honest, he didn't think highly of the Void Vortex Force.

Defense was ultimately passive, and the Void Vortex Force had an obvious flaw.

It could only be effective when the opponent engaged in close combat.

Against long-range attacks, the Void Vortex Force could at most neutralize the attack, but it wouldn't affect the opponent's condition.

Xiao Yan favored the highly offensive Lava Heaven-Breaking Force more.

But how effective it would be depended on Xiao Lin's comprehension.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan curled his fingers into the shape of a bow, Dou Qi emerging along them as though it had formed a bowstring.

Drawing the Dou Qi within him to its limit, Xiao Yan suddenly released it and shouted inwardly, "Lava Heaven-Breaking Force!"

The highly compressed Dou Qi instantly shot out, fiercely striking a large tree not far away.

With a bang, a smooth hole was blasted straight through the thick trunk.

Staring at the hole in the distance, Xiao Yan panted heavily.

He was still only at the Dou Qi stage and had no attribute yet. Once he cultivated a cultivation method, his attacks would carry fire-attribute effects and become the true Lava Heaven-Breaking Force.

Several days later, Xiao Lin noticed that Xiao Yan's movements were unusual and occasionally fell into thought.

Before he appeared, the Xiao Clan had no particularly outstanding experts, so the cultivation resources they could provide had naturally been very limited.

Many of the Dou Techniques within the clan now came from some of his insights from his younger years.

Much like in the simulation, after nearly a year, Xiao Lin needed to make a trip outside.

Watching Xiao Lin's departing figure, Xiao Yan knew that he would inevitably encounter an attack from an enemy on this journey. As for the outcome of the battle, they could only wait until he returned to find out.

As Xiao Lin walked out of the Xiao Residence, an elderly man in a gray robe revealed a sinister smile from a dark corner in the distance.

Everything went more smoothly than Xiao Lin had expected. Having finished his business, he would be able to see Wutan City's gates after another half day's journey.

"Xiao Lin, die!"

A fierce shout suddenly came from the sky. Before Xiao Lin could even look up, he sensed a powerful wind pressure bearing down on him.

Guessing that the other side had prepared an ambush, Xiao Lin flipped off his horse. Green light flashed behind him as Dou Qi wings unfolded, and he shot backward in a streak of green light.

Just one or two breaths after Xiao Lin dismounted, a massive green palm print descended from the sky and crashed onto the black horse. With a loud bang, the horse instantly became a cloud of blood mist.

Seeing that not even a trace of his horse remained, Xiao Lin's expression darkened. If he hadn't spent nearly the past year accompanying his grandson's cultivation and traveled less, allowing his strength to improve recently, that attack would have seriously injured him.

"You sneaky bastard, get out here!" Xiao Lin swept his gaze around, his voice like a tiger descending the mountain, shaking the surrounding wilderness.

A streak of light flashed in the distant sky as a figure with green wings rapidly flew toward him.

The gray-robed elder revealed himself and stared coldly at Xiao Lin. "I didn't expect you to avoid that, but you won't be so lucky next!"

Xiao Lin frowned as he looked at the gray-robed elder. He had never seen this man, nor had he heard of such an expert. Why was the other party trying to harm him?

Seeing the confusion between Xiao Lin's brows, the gray-robed elder flew into a rage. "You killed my two sons, yet you don't even know who I am!"

Though Xiao Lin still didn't remember, he understood somewhat.

On the path of cultivation and growing stronger, it was inevitable to provoke some people.

Some killed those people and grew stronger; others died at the hands of the enemies they had provoked.

And for now, he was undoubtedly the former.

"If you want to avenge your sons, then make your move." Xiao Lin didn't defend himself or argue with the gray-robed elder. Clenching his hand, surging Dou Qi rapidly condensed into a green longsword.

The gray-robed elder roared angrily and drew a blood-red saber from his Storage Ring. It radiated a bloody, baleful aura. With a flap of his green wings, he flew toward Xiao Lin as swiftly as a streak of light.

Xiao Lin's expression turned grave. The elder's sons had been average in strength, but the man before him was a formidable opponent rarely encountered in his life.

The Jia Ma Empire was vast indeed, and there were some reclusive experts who disliked being known to others. This elder clearly belonged to that sort.

In the blink of an eye, their blade and sword had already collided, sparks scattering everywhere.

The gray-robed elder had secluded himself and trained bitterly for many years for this day. He hadn't expected Xiao Lin to still match him evenly despite his speed advantage, and his heart sank.

Xiao Lin applied his recent insights to his attacks.

His wrist shook rapidly, and the green longsword moved like raging waves. Its unending sword edges formed a terrifying vortex, making it difficult for the gray-robed elder's heavy, domineering blood saber to unleash its full power.

Sensing the intricacy of Xiao Lin's swordsmanship, the gray-robed elder poured boundless Dou Qi from within his body into his palm and fiercely struck at Xiao Lin.

A violent gale swept out, instantly disrupting Xiao Lin's sword momentum. A huge palm expanded against the wind—it was the giant palm Dou Technique that had ambushed Xiao Lin.

"Lion Mountain Split!" Xiao Lin dispersed his longsword and clenched his iron fist. Torrent-like Dou Qi surged wildly forth, condensing into a savage lion's head over his fist as he punched forward.

"Boom!"

As the two great Dou Techniques collided, a muffled thunderclap rang out across the sky.

In the air, Xiao Lin's punch shattered the gray-robed elder's Dou Technique, but he was also sent flying by the impact.

Though both had used Dou Techniques, the gray-robed elder's was clearly superior.

The gray-robed elder let out a sinister laugh. His green wings hurriedly beat as he pressed his advantage and pursued.

Though Xiao Lin had fallen into a disadvantage for the moment, he didn't panic. Watching the gray-robed elder shoot toward him, he poured a vast amount of Dou Qi into two fingers.

When the elder came within ten meters, Xiao Lin abruptly pointed at him and shouted, "Heaven-Breaking Finger!"

Green light flashed, and an extremely thin ray shot out.

If Xiao Yan had been here, he would certainly have cried out, "Imitation Wind's Extreme: Falling Kill!"

It resembled the Lava Heaven-Breaking Force. Both were Dou Techniques that concentrated power for attack. Who would have thought that Xiao Lin could gain such insight from it!

It was clear that the lack of cultivation resources had prevented his talent from being fully realized.

The gray-robed elder barely had time to react before intense pain tore through his body. He looked in horror at his pierced chest.

Having succeeded in one strike, Xiao Lin let out a heavy breath. It was his first time using this Dou Technique against an enemy, and its effect was truly beyond expectation.