On the sacred mountain, the enormous body of the Ancient Tuo stretched out. Even without transforming into human form, one could see the look of terror on its ferocious, dark green beast-like face.
It let out a painful hiss and lashed its thick crocodile tail wildly.
Beneath that skin, tougher than a stubborn rock, dark red blood flowed out, gushing wildly outwards from the huge crack where the Sword Intent, like a torrent of water.
But compared to the physical injuries, the inner wounds of the Ancient Tuo Saint Realm were far more severe.
He stared at the Human Race youth in disbelief, pain and astonishment swirling within him, causing his gaze to widen as if he were looking at a monster.
One Sword...
With just One Sword strike, he broke through his proud defense.
Even his physical body almost collapsed.
Just what kind of terrifying beings are these Human Race?
He's Ancient Alligator Clan!
The Ancient Alligator Clan is renowned for its physical strength.
But his body, forged through countless trials, was no different from a piece of paper in front of his opponent.
At this moment, the belated fear finally and completely invaded the heart and lungs of the Ancient Alligator Half-Saint.
He didn't even glance at the Ancient Alligator Half-Saint beside him again. Enduring the pain in his body, he twisted his body, and his huge crocodile tail swept across the ground, sending the Half-Saint flying without a care in the world.
It turns out...
They were ready to run away right away.
Lin Xuan hadn't expected the Ancient Tuo Saint Realm to be so vigilant.
But since we're already here, why would we leave?
He glanced calmly at the massive figure behind him, then with a flick of his sword, he slashed straight down at the Ancient Alligator Half-Saint.
The One Sword was a test of how much strength I needed to use.
The second sword strike was filled with murderous intent; there was no point in wasting words or time, as it aimed directly at taking the life of the Ancient Tuo Saint Realm.
Amidst the dazzling sword light, they charged towards the Ancient Tuo Saint Realm.
In his defiant and frantic roar, everything in heaven and earth seemed to fall silent for a moment.
Then everything dissolved.
Ancient Tuo Saint Realm.
fall from the sky.
Although Ancient Tuo Saint Realm is a newly established Saint Realm cultivator, having only recently ascended to the Saint Realm, he has spent a long time cultivating his abilities in the Half-Saint Realm. Moreover, as a former Great Protector, he naturally possesses both strength and talent, making him second to none.
In addition, he belongs to the Ancient Alligator Clan, which is known for its defensive capabilities.
His Saint Realm strength is almost comparable to that of Human Race nearing the Peak Late Saint Realm.
His terrifying, powerful, and impenetrable skin made defeating him even more difficult.
But now, he is dead.
He died from Lin Xuan's two swords.
He died cleanly and decisively, his body split in two, blood raining down like a gift from heaven.
The blood of Demon Beast can be used in medicine.
The blood of some Demon Beast can even be used to forge weapons.
The Holy Spirit is not Demon Beast, but far surpasses Demon Beast.
The blood of this Ancient Tuo is extremely suitable for forging defensive Spirit Artifact. In fact, many cultivators bathe directly in the blood of similar Ancient Tuo Demon Beast to enhance their physical strength.
Most physical cultivators owe their increased physical strength to the blood of Demon Beast.
Now, the extremely precious blood of the Holy Spirit has been turned into a torrential rain of blood, falling from the sky as if it were free.
But no one was happy.
There was only fear, shock, astonishment, and even a trace of bewilderment.
The Ancient Alligator Half-Saint was completely bewildered.
His body trembled instinctively from fear.
But his eyes still held an indelible sense of bewilderment.
Dead...
His clan's Saint Realm, a powerful Grand Protector, just died like that?
Is he... really not dreaming?
The Ancient Alligator Half-Saint was so frightened that his hair stood on end. After slowly regaining his senses, he noticed the gazes of the flock of Chongming Bird and the Human Race fixed on him.
His legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.
Even the Grand Protector is dead, what can he still do?
He knew very well just how powerful this Grand Protector was.
Although the Great Protector has only been promoted for a short time, he is arguably no weaker than the two veteran Saint Realm experts in the clan.
That powerful Grand Protector was actually killed with One Sword strike...
How terrifying must the Human Race be?
"Spare... spare my life..."
He wanted to beg for mercy.
My legs are now completely out of my control, numb, and I am filled with unspeakable fear.
When an opponent becomes powerful enough, not only is it impossible to fight them, but even the courage to run away depends on whether the opponent is willing to give it to you.
The Ancient Alligator Half-Saint's voice was dry as he silently prayed, his eyes filled with a plea that had almost never appeared in his life before.
But Lin Xuan never creates trouble for himself.
One Sword is all it takes to kill.
Both sword strikes were fatal.
The same applies to the Three Swords.
Now that he has killed Saint Realm from the Ancient Alligator Clan, this feud has been formed, and he will likely have to stay in the Luo Heaven Domain for some time to come.
It wouldn't matter if we killed this Half-Saint along with everyone else.
about...
This Ancient Alligator Clan has violated something they should not have violated.
They deserved to die.
The dazzling sword light flashed across everyone's eyes once again.
Even though it wasn't the first time they had seen it, every time they looked at each other, they couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble and their hearts tremble with fear.
The Ancient Alligator Tribe's Saint Realm and Half-Saint all perished under Lin Xuan's sword light.
That unspoken plea for mercy became the final words of the Ancient Alligator Half-Saint.
Lin Xuan calmly sheathed his sword, his gaze indifferent.
The Chongming Bird Clan around him were almost completely numb.
Does this god of war never run out of energy?
Whether they were Half-Saint or Saint Realm, killing them was as easy as cutting melons and vegetables in his hands, without any hindrance whatsoever.
While numb, they couldn't help but look at the sword in Lin Xuan's hand and the black and white yin-yang fish gradually dissipating beneath his feet, and a sliver of fantasy arose in their hearts.
This person... seems to have a good relationship with their third young master.
They even made a special trip to Luo Heaven Domain for the sake of the Third Young Master.
If their Chongming Bird Clan had someone like this in charge...
Lin Xuan was unaware of the reverie of the Chongming Bird, Half-Saint.
Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
If Luo Heaven Domain is incorporated into Wu Liang, then it will also become one of the forces of the Sword Pavilion.
What good is a little protection?
But now, he focuses most of his attention on the Bifang Bird Clan.
Especially that Bifang Tribe.
Lin Xuan naturally did not recognize the other party.
However, he had "met" this Bifang Tribe once before.
Back then, during his first meeting with his ancestor, at the moment when the Lin Clan bloodline awakened, he witnessed the influence of the bloodline.
At that time, the Bifang Tribe was still young.
It followed at a distance behind its clansmen.
Countless Bifang birds transformed into raging flames that engulfed the sky, following Lin Ye like moths drawn to a flame, rushing straight towards the realm where the Eastern Continent was located.
Today, that once vast and astonishing race has almost completely vanished.
The young Bifang bird of yesteryear has now grown into the chief of the Bifang Tribe, his face filled with fear and despair, on the verge of death.
It is no longer what it used to be.