Everyone gazed toward the Mist Zone.
Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Lin Xuan emerged from the area.
At the sight of Lin Xuan, the people around him froze for a moment before the Sword Cultivators exclaimed in surprise, "It’s you? How is that possible!"
Luo Rong was even more shocked. "How can you still be alive?"
In their eyes, Lin Xuan should have perished the moment he entered the Mist Zone. They never expected him to walk out alive, which was simply unbelievable.
"Could it be that he actually has a sixth-grade Treasure and that’s how he survived?"
"Then was the person who created that towering Sword Qi earlier also this kid?"
At this thought, Luo Rong and the others grew suspicious and uncertain.
The members of the Da Yan Holy Land were also taken aback, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
However, when they got a clear look at his cultivation level, they were all stunned. "A Six-Star Grandmaster? So weak!"
After all, they were all Grandmasters themselves. In their eyes, a Six-Star Grandmaster was no different from an ant that could be crushed with a single finger.
"Someone like him is supposed to be an expert? HAHAHAHA!" they laughed wantonly.
Yin Tianhe also shook his head in disdain. "Is this the expert you were all waiting for?" he said to Luo Rong. "You weren’t pinning your hopes on this kid, were you? A mere Six-Star Grandmaster is going to save you? How utterly laughable!"
Luo Rong and the others’ faces turned grim.
He can’t be that mysterious expert, they thought. He must have survived because he ran into that expert and was saved. Otherwise, with his strength alone, he would have died in the Mist Zone long ago.
"Young Master Lin, where is the mysterious expert from inside? Please ask them to come out and save us!" someone asked quickly.
"Yes," another Sword Cultivator pleaded, "As long as he makes a move, he can turn the tide!"
"Please ask him to rescue us!"
However, Lin Xuan was stunned by their pleas. "Mysterious expert? What mysterious expert?"
"There was no one else in the Mist Zone besides me."
"What? No one else?" The surrounding Sword Cultivators were stupefied, their faces etched with disbelief.
Luo Rong’s brow furrowed. "Nonsense!" he said coldly. "If there was no mysterious expert, how could you have survived? You were clearly saved by the mysterious expert!"
But Lin Xuan just laughed. "Who said I was saved by a mysterious expert? I didn’t need anyone to save me. My own strength was more than enough to handle the dangers in the Mist Zone."
Luo Rong refused to believe it, feeling that Lin Xuan’s claims were growing more and more outlandish.
Just then, Yin Tianhe interrupted them. "Enough nonsense," he said coldly. "Get out of here at once, and don’t disturb my cultivation!"
"Sigh... It seems we have no choice but to leave." The Sword Cultivators shook their heads and sighed, preparing to depart.
Lin Xuan, however, frowned. He glanced at Yin Tianhe and asked coldly, "And who is this, acting so arrogant?"
A nearby Sword Cultivator replied, "That’s a prodigy from the Da Yan Holy Land. He’s incredibly powerful. We’re no match for him."
"Yes, even Young Master Luo was defeated. No one can beat him."
Luo Rong added, "This person possesses twenty percent Sword Intent. He is extremely formidable. We had better leave."
But Lin Xuan said, "Brother Luo, you don’t need to leave. Just stay here."
Luo Rong frowned. "Stay here? Isn’t that just courting death?"
"Don’t worry," Lin Xuan said with a smile, "I’ll take care of them for you."
"What? You’ll take care of them?" Everyone was stunned.
Luo Rong frowned. "He is a Four-Star Grandmaster and possesses twenty percent Sword Intent. His strength is formidable."
The other Sword Cultivators asked doubtfully, "Don’t tell me you can summon that mysterious expert? You’re going to have the mysterious expert intervene?"
At this thought, everyone grew excited. If the mysterious expert were to take action, he could definitely defeat Yin Tianhe.
But Lin Xuan just pointed to himself and smiled. "My intervention will be more than enough to resolve this."
"What? You’ll intervene?"
The other Sword Cultivators were dumbstruck. "You, a mere Six-Star Grandmaster, want to fight a Four-Star Grandmaster? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
But Lin Xuan laughed. "Is a Four-Star Grandmaster really that impressive? My strength is by no means weaker than a Four-Star Grandmaster’s."
Everyone was left speechless, thinking the kid was all talk.
"Don’t tell me you can fight across eight cultivation levels? What a joke! Not even the Saint Heir of a Holy Land could do that!"
Luo Rong rolled his eyes. "Junior Brother Lin, you can’t possibly be his opponent. The man has twenty percent Sword Intent; even a true Four-Star Grandmaster would struggle against him, let alone you."
"Indeed," others chimed in to persuade him. "Don’t joke about something like this. Everyone’s life is on the line. We should hurry and leave. If we really anger the people from the Da Yan Holy Land and they decide to kill us, we’ll all be finished."
Everyone wanted to flee, but Lin Xuan simply asked, "Is twenty percent Sword Intent really that impressive? I happen to have thirty percent Sword Intent."
The crowd was once again rendered speechless.
Damn, this kid’s boasts are getting more and more ridiculous. Thirty percent Sword Intent? Is he joking? Does he have any idea how difficult Sword Intent is to cultivate? Only the most elite prodigies can grasp it, and even they typically only manage ten or twenty percent. Attaining thirty percent is as difficult as ascending to the heavens!
Luo Rong was even more disbelieving. As far as he knew, not even the prodigies on the Azure Cloud Rankings necessarily possessed thirty percent Sword Intent. What right did this kid have to make such a claim? It was pure fantasy.
「Across from them.」
The members of the Da Yan Holy Land also burst out laughing, some of them laughing so hard that tears streamed down their faces.
"Oh, you’re killing me!" one of them howled. "What did that kid just say? That he can fight us? That he has thirty percent Sword Intent? What a braggart! Honestly, I’ve met braggarts before, but never one on this level. His boasts are reaching the heavens! You, a Six-Star Grandmaster, think you can fight across eight cultivation levels and possess thirty percent Sword Intent? Who do you think you are? A Young Emperor?"
"What an idiot," Yin Tianhe snorted. In his opinion, not even the Saint Heir of his own Da Yan Holy Land could achieve such a feat. How could a mere Six-Star Grandmaster possibly do it?
Nevertheless, Lin Xuan’s arrogant words had infuriated him. To dare look down on the Da Yan Holy Land... it was unforgivable.
He said to the person beside him, "Go teach this kid a lesson. Show him the power of our Da Yan Holy Land."
"Let me," a Three-Star Grandmaster from the Da Yan Holy Land said as he stepped forward. With a wave of his hand, a Flying Sword shot into the sky and slashed directly toward Lin Xuan.
In an instant, it felt as if the Flying Sword would pierce through the very heavens and earth.
Feeling this power, the faces of the surrounding Sword Cultivators paled. "It’s over... it’s over. The kid’s reckless mouth has thoroughly offended the Da Yan Holy Land. His fate is going to be tragic!"
Seeing this, Luo Rong’s expression changed drastically, and he moved to intervene. Even though Lin Xuan had spoken wildly, his boasts piercing the heavens, he was still his Junior Brother. As a fellow disciple, Luo Rong felt he had to save him.
But the moment he moved, Yin Tianhe’s Sword Intent erupted and enveloped him. Luo Rong was completely unable to resist it. He was thrown back several steps, his blood and vital energy churning within him. He couldn’t even protect himself, let alone save Lin Xuan.
The other Sword Cultivators could only shake their heads and sigh at the sight.
"In heaven or on earth, no one can save Lin Xuan now."
"Alas, his end will likely be unbearably tragic."
In everyone’s eyes, Lin Xuan was already a dead man. There was absolutely no way he could be a match for a Three-Star Grandmaster.