What Trash Is the Tyrant Blade Sect? Can It Compare to the Limitless Sacred Land?

The Tyrant Blade Sect disciple's face brimmed with arrogant self-confidence.

After swinging that blade, he could not even be bothered to make another move.

He simply stood to one side and watched quietly.

He was so confident because he was certain that no one could dodge this slash, and no one could withstand it!

In an instant, dozens of people would die.

His great blade had long been hungry and thirsty; it needed to be properly fed with flesh and blood!

But the sword light that suddenly shot in from afar made the Tyrant Blade Sect disciple freeze, and he immediately looked toward it.

With just one glance,

the Tyrant Blade Sect disciple's pupils abruptly constricted, as though he had witnessed something utterly shocking.

What kind of sword light was this?

That aura alone made his soul tremble!

Boom!

The blood-colored blade light was directly swallowed whole, leaving not the slightest trace behind!

The Tyrant Blade Sect disciple's face turned horrified. His killing move had been effortlessly shattered—just who was this person? At the very least, he had to possess high-stage Palace of Destiny Realm strength. Yet as far as he knew, the strongest person in the entire Lin Clan was merely an old man. Though he had Palace of Destiny Realm cultivation, he was advanced in years, his vitality and blood declining, and he simply could not unleash such a move.

Yet before the Tyrant Blade Sect disciple could think any further,

that sword light shot toward him in an instant.

"No!"

The Tyrant Blade Sect disciple roared wildly, feeling as though even his soul was about to be sliced apart. The sword light had not even touched him, yet its peerless might made him feel that resistance was impossible no matter what he did.

Ssh!

A cold flash swept past.

The Tyrant Blade Sect disciple's body instantly split apart before exploding.

Splash!

Blood covered the ground, yet not a single intact piece of flesh could be found. Under that peerless sword light, the Tyrant Blade Sect disciple's body had already been ground to pieces finer than sand.

This scene left many members of the Lin Clan utterly stunned.

A feeling of having survived a great calamity rose within them.

Everyone had thought there was no hope. They had nearly died, and no one could save them.

"Bastard!!"

At that moment, another Tyrant Blade Sect disciple saw this and flew into a rage. Staring in the direction from which the sword light had come, he shouted, "Are you courting death?"

"You dare kill a Tyrant Blade Sect disciple? How many lives do you have to lose?"

"Idiot! Next, you will die, and the Lin Clan will be buried alongside you! You killed a core disciple of the Tyrant Blade Sect—you are courting death!"

The man roared.

Though he greatly feared that terrifying sword light, he relied on his identity as a core disciple of the Tyrant Blade Sect. That was the source of his pride.

Soon, a string of figures stepped into the Lin Clan's main hall. At their head was none other than Lin Feng, his expression calm. He had been the one to release that sword light just now. Behind him followed the Lin Clan's ancestor, Lin Zhan, Madam Lin, and the others.

Hearing the Tyrant Blade Sect disciple's threat, Lin Feng could not help but pause.

The Tyrant Blade Sect... was it very strong?

It was not even a Sacred Land-level force, yet it dared bark wildly before him?

At this moment, the members of the Lin Clan also saw Lin Feng and all gathered around him.

Though they were astonished by Lin Feng's powerful methods,

he had killed a Tyrant Blade Sect disciple!

The faces of many Lin Clan elders turned pale in that instant.

After all, the Tyrant Blade Sect was extremely domineering. Legend had it that a peerless ancestor of the Mighty Realm sat in command, making it terrifyingly powerful.

One had to know that the Dao Condensation Realm was already invincible within the Great Yan Dynasty, while the Venerable Realm was populated by figures as lofty as heavenly gods.

As for a peerless ancestor of the Mighty Realm?

Frankly speaking, to the members of the Lin Clan, such a being was no different from an immortal!

Seeing that Lin Feng had not attacked immediately, the Tyrant Blade Sect disciple assumed he had been intimidated. His heart settled somewhat, and he continued in a fierce but hollow voice, "If you die to atone for your crimes now, perhaps you can still save the lives of your entire Lin Clan!"

He thought that once he revealed his identity as a Tyrant Blade Sect disciple, the unfathomably powerful young man before him would be wary, would change expression, would regret it!

However, he was wrong.

Lin Feng slowly walked toward the Tyrant Blade Sect disciple. "What kind of trash is the Tyrant Blade Sect? I have never even heard of it."

"You!" The Tyrant Blade Sect disciple flared up. He had never even heard of a sect guarded by a peerless Mighty Realm ancestor? This was simply ignorant beyond measure. Could this person have come from some backwater ravine, or perhaps from another region?

"Are the Tyrant Blade Sect's core disciples all this sort of trash?"

Lin Feng said indifferently, "It seems the Tyrant Blade Sect is trash as well. A disciple from a trash sect is nothing worth sparing."

Then Lin Feng did not hesitate any longer. He casually raised his hand and swung a sword.

Another terrifying sword light suddenly appeared!

The Tyrant Blade Sect disciple's face immediately filled with horror. Just what background did this person possess, to not even put the Tyrant Blade Sect in his eyes?

One had to know that although the Tyrant Blade Sect was far inferior to Sacred Land-level forces such as the Limitless Sacred Land and the Ten Extremes Demon Sect, it was still quite formidable in this region. It had several Venerables, as well as a peerless Mighty Realm ancestor!

At times, even Sacred Lands would give it a measure of face.

Why was this person not afraid?

As that sword light descended, the Tyrant Blade Sect disciple suddenly saw the insignia on Lin Feng's chest.

The token struck his mind like lightning, and he recognized it in an instant.

The Limitless Sacred Land!

That was the disciple token of the Limitless Sacred Land.

And... it was an inner disciple's token?!

The Tyrant Blade Sect disciple was completely dumbfounded. The Limitless Sacred Land was an absolute colossus, a top trump-card force in the Azurebillow Domain, a gigantic existence capable of commanding the winds and clouds. The Tyrant Blade Sect could provoke ninety percent of the forces in the Azurebillow Domain, but the one thing it absolutely could not provoke was an existence like the Limitless Sacred Land!

Today, had he actually kicked an iron plate this hard?

Ssh.

Before his death, countless thoughts flashed through the Tyrant Blade Sect disciple's mind. He regretted it. Had he known that the Lin Clan had an inner disciple of the Limitless Sacred Land, he would never have dared to act so arrogantly. After all, inner disciples already possessed considerable status within the Limitless Sacred Land, and at times could even borrow the sect's power to do certain things.

However, there was no medicine for regret in this world.

The Tyrant Blade Sect disciple met the same end as the previous one. The sword light swept past, and his body shattered into a rain of blood that scattered through the air!

Many people stared blankly at everything before them!

All of them were inwardly shocked by Lin Feng's invincible methods.

Setting aside the identities of those two disciples, their strength alone placed them in the Palace of Destiny Realm. Moreover, they were in their prime, with their vitality and blood at their peak!

Even the Lin Clan's ancestor could not defeat them, yet Lin Feng had only gone to the Limitless Sacred Land for barely three years and had become this strong?

It was terrifying!

At this moment, the Lin Clan's ancestor did not waste any words. He explained Lin Feng's identity to the members of the Lin Clan.

An inner disciple of the Limitless Sacred Land!

Upon hearing this news, everyone—whether elders or ordinary disciples—was utterly shocked, their jaws seeming ready to drop to the ground.

How terrifying was a top colossus of the Azurebillow Domain like the Limitless Sacred Land? Becoming an outer disciple was already the honor of a lifetime.

An inner disciple?

They did not even dare imagine it!

One had to know that if they normally encountered one, being utterly respectful would be the least of it; even kneeling would be perfectly normal.

The Lin Clan had finally produced a true dragon!