Three dragons, three hundred thousand jin of tremendous strength

They found a cave.

Ziwei inscribed several densely packed lines of runes at the entrance.

Then he took out an oil lamp.

Lin Tian leveled a boulder with one slash of his sword, then sat down cross-legged.

He took out a jade vial, and a drop of blood essence floated in the air.

"Bi Fang blood essence!"

Ziwei watched with wide eyes.

Then he watched as Lin Tian touched the blood essence with his fingertip.

Boom!

The blood essence instantly turned into a streak of fire and sank into Lin Tian's body.

Boundless, pure flame power flowed along Lin Tian's blood vessels, surging throughout his body.

Hiss, hiss!

It was like water vapor meeting flames.

Steam rose all around Lin Tian.

"Hiss."

Ziwei grimaced at the sight, feeling pain all over his own body.

Then he stopped paying attention to Lin Tian.

From his spatial ring, he took out an exquisite wooden box and a fragrant roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves.

He opened the wooden box, revealing stacks of delicately fashioned pastries.

"Mmm, that smells heavenly."

Ziwei took a small bite of a pastry, revealing a blissful smile.

He looked toward Lin Tian, only to discover that the fire around Lin Tian had already dispersed.

Had that drop of Bi Fang blood essence already been absorbed by Zhenwu?

Ziwei watched with wide eyes.

He felt his worldview being overturned.

And she continued watching.

She saw Lin Tian take out several Cloud Spirit Pills at once.

Then he swallowed them in a single mouthful.

"Huh?"

Ziwei trembled in both heart and mind. He had never seen such a brutal cultivation method.

Boom!

An explosive sound instantly erupted around Lin Tian.

A mere shudder of his body stirred up a terrifying gale.

Ziwei hurriedly closed the wooden box in front of him.

His clothes and the pastry in his hand, with a bite taken out of it, were already covered in dust.

Ziwei's lips twisted, and he stood straight up.

A spark of flame appeared at his fingertip, and he began tracing runes on the ground.

Then a wall of fire appeared out of thin air.

"Out of sight, out of mind."

Ziwei spoke lightly, taking a soft wooden bed out of his spatial ring.

A brocade quilt embroidered with a phoenix lay folded at its head.

Spiritual Qi spilled from Ziwei's body, shaking off all the dust clinging to him.

He took off his shoes and lay straight down, holding the roast chicken and wooden box.

"Cultivation is cultivation. Life is life."

Ziwei spoke lazily while chewing a honey crisp.

Then his expression darkened with irritation, and he cursed under his breath:

"The Extreme Realm has no damn decency, insisting on choosing me. If not for the Extreme Realm, I'd still be lying in bed right now."

"Why would I need to live with my heart in my throat?"

He glanced at the darkness outside the cave.

Frowning, Ziwei took a screen decorated with a blue bird from his spatial ring and placed it in front of himself.

"One look tells you Zhenwu is a cultivation maniac. He doesn't know how to enjoy himself at all."

Suddenly, Ziwei's expression changed drastically.

He slapped his forehead, only then remembering that Zhenwu was just on the other side of the fire wall.

Zhenwu should have been able to hear him muttering about him.

He watched warily.

Only when he saw no movement did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Just then.

A streak of sword light passed through the fire wall.

A blue-green sword planted itself at the cave entrance.

Ziwei's eyes widened instantly, his pearly teeth chattering.

Lin Tian had naturally thrown the Heavenly Sword to the entrance as a precaution.

If anyone investigated the cave, he would react immediately.

He had swallowed all five Cloud Spirit Pills.

A wildly surging torrent of power had already formed within him.

It continuously battered the barriers throughout his body.

Lin Tian circulated the Sword Heart Body Refining Art, guiding this torrent of power throughout his body.

Just as when he had consumed the Soaring Dragon Flower.

The violence of this torrent of power reached a terrifying degree.

Brilliant light spilled from Lin Tian's entire body, and his presence instantly grew stronger.

Time slowly passed.

An entire night passed in a flash.

Roar!

A clear dragon's cry rang out.

Five Cloud Spirit Pills, together with a drop of Bi Fang blood essence.

They had brought Lin Tian to the strength of three dragons.

Three dragons, three hundred thousand jin of tremendous strength!

Lin Tian stood up and saw the fiercely burning wall of fire before him.

He reached out with one hand, feeling its scorching heat.

Forming a sword with two fingers, he slashed down with a streak of sword light.

Boom!

The flame formation was instantly extinguished by Lin Tian's slash.

At the sight before him.

Lin Tian frowned.

An ancient-style lady's boudoir bed came into view.

Ziwei was sleeping soundly, his fair arms exposed.

Lin Tian gave him an indifferent glance.

Then he walked past.

He went all the way to the cave entrance and looked outside.

Bang, bang, bang!

The clamor of battle came from dozens of kilometers away.

Hum!

The Heavenly Sword rang out, as though it had sensed something.

Looking into the distance, he saw sharp streaks of Sword Qi spilling everywhere beneath the gloomy sky.

Ghostly Qi, sharp swords, and giant golden palms descending from the sky intertwined.

People were fighting.

It was that same group from yesterday again.

Who were they fighting?

At the Mystic Core Ninth Layer, he possessed excellent eyesight.

He looked closely.

It was a white-robed man wearing a red mask.

The fake Zhenwu.

Su Rou's group had turned their spearheads on the fake Zhenwu today.

Expressionless, Lin Tian descended the mountain step by step, his white robes whiter than snow.

"Zhenwu, you're awake."

Ziwei's voice came from inside the cave.

Lin Tian stopped, turned his attention back, and looked at the bleary-eyed Ziwei.

"I received two Cloud Spirit Pills from you to enter this place, and saved you once yesterday. By rights, the debt is already settled. Considering that you and I both belong to the Extreme Realm, I can save you one more time in the future."

As Lin Tian spoke, Ziwei looked slightly downcast, but still nodded.

After all, Lin Tian had indeed saved her once already.

Two Cloud Spirit Pills for a life was already quite a bargain.

"Then it's settled. If I'm in trouble, I'll call you again."

Ziwei said, hopping on his feet.

"If I can get there, I'll come."

Lin Tian spoke indifferently and said no more.

Ziwei constantly clinging to him was no solution.

In fact, resolving this matter was very simple.

He could just kill Ziwei.

But for one thing, Lin Tian only killed enemies.

For another, they both belonged to the Extreme Realm.

He had made it clear to Ziwei that there was only one chance.

Instead, the other party would treasure that chance even more and would not casually forget it.

Meanwhile.

Above a lifeless lake.

The fake Zhenwu stood beside Su Zheshan.

Behind them stood several retainers, including Qi Liancheng, making seven people in total.

Opposite them were Su Rou and Su Ming, thirteen people altogether.

"I've already told you, the person who summoned the Kui Bull Dharma Idol wasn't me."

Keen Sword Qi spilled from the fake Zhenwu's body, flickering like flowing light.

They had just found their retainers when they were attacked.

The battle earlier had come extremely abruptly.

Had he not unleashed his Sword Intent, he might have been injured or even perished.

"Hmph, who cares whether you're Zhenwu? Killing you is better than not killing you."

Su Ming chuckled, utterly unconcerned.

Su Rou's side, however, frowned.

The Zhenwu they saw today did indeed differ somewhat from the one yesterday.

Although both used swords, today's could unleash Sword Intent.

His methods of slaughter were not as crazed as yesterday's either.

"Who exactly are you?"

Su Rou looked coldly at the fake Zhenwu and sneered.

"Who he is has nothing to do with you. Surrounding and killing us now will only benefit Su Nan."

Su Zheshan spoke quietly, her robes fluttering.

"Hmph."

Su Ming chuckled and mocked:

"Eldest Sister, you're afraid. All explanations stem from fear. It's two against one now. There's no justifying it if we don't strike."

As Su Ming spoke, he formed a seal with one hand. Golden light instantly bloomed from his body, making him resemble a great Buddha, as Buddhist chants rose all around.

"Kill them first. Talk later."

Grinning viciously, he instantly struck with his palm.

"Su Ming is right. Killing first is never wrong."

Su Rou murmured to the people behind her, and they all attacked together.

Bang!

Su Ming's palm strike was terrifying beyond measure, like a divine Buddha walking the world.

As his palm struck out, light blazed for ten thousand feet, and Buddhist radiance flared.

It was like a volcano erupting.

"Attack!"

Seeing Su Ming make his move, the people behind him held nothing back either.

In an instant.

Buddhist light, saber shadows, fist imprints, and ghost Qi blotted out the sky as they crashed toward the fake Zhenwu and his group.

"Damn it."

The fake Zhenwu cursed under his breath.

He had originally thought impersonating Zhenwu was the best possible move.

Now, it seemed he had only brought trouble upon himself.

With a wave of one hand, he split his sword light into several streams, which circled him to form a sword formation.

Countless rays of sword light became a vast ocean of sword radiance.

"Fight while retreating."

He gave a low shout.

He thrust his sword, and terrifying sword light instantly hurtled forth.

Boom, boom, boom!

Blazing light collided.

The terrifying shock waves sent ripples spreading through space itself.

"All of you, attack together!"

Su Zheshan's expression darkened as she spoke to Qi Liancheng and the others behind her.

"All right."

Qi Liancheng glanced at the fake Zhenwu's back, gritted his teeth, and growled.

Six people against thirteen.

They had no chance at all.

Under normal circumstances, Qi Liancheng would have fled long ago.

But knowing the fake Zhenwu's identity, he did not have the slightest courage to flee.

He could only fight to the death.

"Attack together!"

Qi Liancheng growled, and a gourd appeared.

It shot into the air, its mouth pointing downward, pouring out pink gas like a river.

The others attacked at the same time.

Light flashed, and fierce winds howled in gusts.

The two sides clashed in a deadly struggle like mountains crashing into one another.

Waves of terrifying fluctuations surged, dazzling beyond compare.