" Peak Master Lin..."
The disciples of Ximu Peak stared blankly at the white-clad figure blocking their way.
Clad in white, like frost.
A surge of energy.
The Sword Intent almost materialized, spreading out and enveloping the surroundings, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.
No.
wrong.
It's not almost tangible!
That Sword Intent had already taken on a tangible form!
Gazing at that figure, almost everyone involuntarily bit their tongues, forcing themselves to swallow the horrified gasp that was about to escape their lips.
"So strong..."
That's really impressive.
The disciples of Ximu Peak, including Nie Fa, had never known that this newly appointed deputy Peak Master, who had only been in office for less than half a year, was so strong.
Even in front of the elders and Peak Master who were Half-Step Great Saint, they had never felt such a terrifying aura.
and...
"Just how many levels of Sword Intent does the Deputy Peak Master possess?"
Everyone stared in stunned silence, feeling as if their brains couldn't process what they were seeing.
Only one thought remained in their minds.
What level of Sword Intent is required to materialize Sword Intent?
What kind of strength is needed to shatter an attack from the Late Saint Realm in a single blow?
Deputy Peak Master...
Just how strong is he?
Unlike his disciples, Elder Gong was clearly more perceptive.
When he saw Lin Xuan appear and cleave his attack in One Sword strike, he knew he had met his match.
Now, seeing the Sword Intent emanating from Lin Xuan, Elder Gong's pupils contracted sharply, and a bad premonition almost overwhelmed him.
The sword he had just drawn was trembling!
The opponent's Sword Intent was definitely beyond my ability to withstand.
and...
She turned her head and looked down at her side.
Just now, that One Sword was only a hair's breadth away from killing him.
The surging Qi and Blood and qi within him constantly reminded him of one thing.
He absolutely cannot beat the other party!
That's an enemy I can't possibly defeat!
"... Misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding."
"It's all a misunderstanding, fellow Daoist!"
"I..."
Elder Gong was sweating profusely.
However, Lin Xuan didn't listen to what the other party was saying at all.
explain?
useless.
He didn't stand on ceremony with this Elder Gong.
One Sword cannot kill him.
Then... one more One Sword!
With One Sword strike, the sword light traced a pale white arc as it fell towards Elder Gong.
In this critical moment, Elder Gong dared not be careless and immediately summoned the most powerful protective spiritual Spirit Artifact from his Storage Bag, frantically pouring Spiritual Power into it.
but...
Click!
Cracks appeared on the massive shield in his hand, which resembled a blazing sun. To Elder Gong's astonishment, the Saint Artifact shattered, riddled with countless cracks, and with a snap, it completely disintegrated in his hand.
One Sword, and the Saint Artifact is destroyed!
hiss--
A chill ran down Elder Gong's throat, his eyes trembled, and he involuntarily took a step back.
In a sorry state.
The dignified elder of the Purple Firmament Palace was in a state of utter disarray and extreme fear.
His hair stood on end, and he couldn't even think about protecting the other Purple Firmament Palace disciples behind him.
Now, only one thing lingers in Elder Gong's mind.
Save your life!
Save your life!
I must find a way to save my life!
As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.
Unfortunately...
Lin Xuan's sword wouldn't give him that chance.
The Saint Artifact shattered, the original spirit sword shattered, and the magic robes collapsed...
Elder Gong, like a trapped beast, stared with bloodshot eyes at Lin Xuan's sword, which was about to strike again. He even roared in a low voice, his mental state somewhat frantic.
"You... that's enough! That's enough!"
"Don't go too far!"
"Could it be that you intend to fight me to the death? Does the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect want to wage a full-scale war against my Purple Firmament Palace? Can you, one person, represent the entire Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect? Let me leave, and I can forgive and forget what happened today."
After taking two deep breaths, Elder Gong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Lin Xuan did not make any move.
A sudden glimmer of hope welled up in his heart.
The flame of hope for life was so close that Elder Gong's tone hardened.
"I am Elder Gong, I..."
"You talk too much nonsense."
Lin Xuan looked at his opponent indifferently, not bothering to listen at all. His Sword Intent accumulated like a crescent moon, connecting with the Spiritual Power in the air that was agitated by the exposure of his Sword Intent. Without any politeness, he slashed down with his One Sword!
Currently, the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect and the Purple Firmament Palace are engaged in open and covert struggles, but they haven't completely broken off relations yet.
However, it's just a superficial harmony.
Killing one of the opposing elders at the Late Saint Realm could indeed accelerate the outbreak of conflict between the Purple Firmament Palace and Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect.
But even if there's no killing, is there no conflict?
That's impossible.
It was only a matter of time.
not to mention...
Lin Xuan lowered his eyes, not bothering to look at the figure that had been torn apart along with its soul and collapsed heavily to the ground.
With him around, the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect has no chance of losing.
Whether Purple Firmament Palace erupts or not, the outcome will be the same.
Elder Gong is dead.
He fell on the yellow earth not far away, in the desolate valley. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a dignified Late Saint Realm was beheaded with One Sword stroke, his soul shattered, with no possibility of resurrection.
He died from Lin Xuan's Sword Intent.
He also died in front of the disciples of the Purple Firmament Palace.
The surroundings were completely silent; everyone remained still, their gazes towards Lin Xuan shifting repeatedly.
None of them expected that Lin Xuan could be so ruthless, killing his opponent with a single One Sword strike.
This is...
Are you really planning to start a war between the two sides?
They killed without warning.
hiss...
The disciples of the Purple Firmament Palace, led by Liang Jiugong, were completely stunned as they looked at the dead Elder Gong in front of them; their souls seemed to have left their bodies.
As Lin Xuan's gaze casually swept over them, a thud was heard.
Liang Jiugong knelt down.
The other disciples of the Purple Firmament Palace all collapsed to their knees and knelt before Lin Xuan.
Fear gripped Liang Jiugong's heart.
The despair of dying almost rendered him speechless; his tongue was stiff and numb. He was so anxious that tears were about to fall, and he dared not do anything more for fear of displeasing the other party. All he could do was kowtow.
He kept kowtowing.
One sound after another.
Even with his head bleeding from the impact, Lin Xuan didn't tell anyone to stop, nor did he dare to.
Lin Xuan remained silent, but Senior Sister Yuan had already forced herself to stand up.
She staggered two steps, walked behind Lin Xuan, and spoke respectfully.
"Vice Peak Master, we can't let him get away!"
She looked up at Liang Jiugong, her eyes filled with hatred.
"This person's sins are heinous. Before joining the Purple Firmament Palace, he practiced alchemy on living people. All those behind him, except for this one, were his followers."
"The number of innocent lives on my hands is well over a hundred!"
"He..."
Before she could finish speaking, Liang Jiugong, who was not far away, suddenly stopped moving.
Lin Xuan glanced at it and couldn't help but shake his head.
Using living people to make medicine... that takes guts.
Just a few words, and he was so terrified that his mind shattered and he died. That's truly...
Qin Meier, who was not far away, stared blankly at this scene, completely dumbfounded.
That is...
Lin Xuan?
Lin Xuan, is he... Deputy Peak Master Lin?
The deputy Peak Master of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect!?