The Flying Sword instantly arrived in front of Lin Xuan, striking down fiercely and slashing onto his body.
The surrounding crowd gasped. It’s over. He’s been hit. This kid is doomed.
"Alas, who told him to speak so arrogantly and challenge the Da Yan Holy Land? He must have been turned to ash."
The Sword Cultivators in the crowd shook their heads helplessly, and Luo Rong’s expression turned grim. He never imagined that a disciple from their Sacred Institute would die here. How detestable! But there was nothing he could do.
"Hahahaha! Utterly weak, nothing but an ant," the people from the Da Yan Holy Land sneered. "To think he dared to provoke us with such pathetic strength. How laughable!"
Yin Tianhe also watched with a look of utter disdain. So he was just bluffing. Fighting across eight major realms, possessing thirty percent Sword Intent... what a load of hot air. His true strength was pathetic.
He paid Lin Xuan no more mind, turning instead toward Luo Rong and the others, preparing to tell them to scram.
But at that very moment, a thunderous roar erupted. The Flying Sword was actually sent flying back!
What was going on? Everyone froze, their heads snapping up. The next moment, they were all completely stunned.
The distant Sword Cultivators were stunned! Luo Rong was stunned! The people from the Da Yan Holy Land were stunned! Yin Tianhe was stunned! Everyone was stunned!
They stared at the scene before them in absolute shock, because they realized that Lin Xuan was not dead.
How was this possible? How could he possibly still be alive after being struck by their Flying Sword? The members of the Da Yan Holy Land couldn’t accept it. The other Sword Cultivators gasped. Heavens, not only was he alive, but he was completely unharmed!
He had actually taken the Flying Sword head-on! What kind of Physique was this? It was too heaven-defying!
Everyone was dumbfounded. Even Luo Rong’s eyes went wide; he never expected Lin Xuan could withstand such an attack. It was truly incredible.
On the other side, Yin Tianhe’s brows furrowed tightly. This kid was full of surprises.
As for the Holy Land Disciple who had attacked, he was shaking his head frantically. "Impossible! How can that kid still be alive? I don’t believe it!"
The next moment, he roared in anger. With a wave of his hands, he once again sent the Flying Sword hurtling toward Lin Xuan, blazing with a brilliant light.
But Lin Xuan simply extended two fingers and, with a flick of his wrist, instantly caught the Flying Sword between them.
The entire crowd was shocked into silence. Everyone stared, completely dumbfounded. Luo Rong’s eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets. Yin Tianhe’s pupils shrank. He caught a Flying Sword with his bare hands? Impossible! Am I dreaming?
CRACK!
With a squeeze of his fingers, Lin Xuan shattered the Flying Sword into two pieces. He flicked his hand, and the broken pieces fell to the ground like scrap metal. Lin Xuan said coldly, "Is that all you’ve got? The Flying Swords of the Da Yan Holy Land are nothing special."
The arena was once again plunged into shock. Everyone was utterly terrified. This guy could actually withstand the attack of a Three-Star Grandmaster! It was unbelievable! Could he really fight across so many major realms? A peerless genius!
Yin Tianhe’s face darkened. He said to the people beside him, "All of you, attack together. You must kill him."
Hearing this, the dozen or so Holy Land Disciples attacked at once. More than ten Flying Swords blotted out the sky as they swarmed toward Lin Xuan.
"Lin Xuan, run!" Luo Rong roared when he saw this. Lin Xuan was a peerless genius; he couldn’t be allowed to fall here. He wanted to intervene, but he was still being suppressed by Yin Tianhe. He could only shout, "Run! Don’t try to fight them head-on!"
The other Sword Cultivators also cried out in alarm. Surely Lin Xuan would flee. He wasn’t a fool; there was no reason to stay here and die.
However, Lin Xuan did not run. Instead, he said with disdain, "Escape? Why should I? There’s no need to run from a swarm of ants."
Everyone was stupefied. He wasn’t running? Did he intend to face them directly? What a joke! Only a true Four-Star Grandmaster could possibly withstand that barrage. Could it be that this kid really possessed the strength of a Four-Star Grandmaster?
Just as they were thinking this, the dozen or so Flying Swords descended. A brilliant light enveloped Lin Xuan, and his figure was swallowed by the storm of attacks.
It’s over. The kid is doomed, the Sword Cultivators cried out. In their eyes, no matter how strong Lin Xuan was, he couldn’t possibly survive this.
"How could this happen?" Luo Rong’s eyes turned red. He glared at Yin Tianhe, gritting his teeth. "You dare to kill a genius from my Sacred Institute! We will absolutely get our revenge for this!"
Yin Tianhe just sneered. The strength of his Holy Land was no less than that of the Heavenly Dao Sacred Institute, so he didn’t care about such threats.
As for the other Holy Land Disciples, they burst into laughter. "Haha, we finally got him!"
"That kid is definitely nothing but ash now."
"So what if his talent was strong? So what if he could fight across multiple realms?"
"In the end, isn’t he still dead?"
"A dead genius is nothing."
But as they were laughing, a thunderous boom suddenly echoed from the center of the explosion. All of the Flying Swords were blasted away. Lin Xuan’s figure reappeared. He stood there, completely unharmed.
When the crowd saw this, their eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. The people of the Da Yan Holy Land were stunned. The surrounding Sword Cultivators were stunned. And Yin Tianhe’s expression became utterly ghastly.
Luo Rong, however, grew excited. "Excellent! Lin Xuan isn’t dead! He’s still alive! This is wonderful!"
He laughed with exhilaration. It seemed Lin Xuan truly could fight across eight major realms! Talent like this was even greater than the geniuses on their Qingyun List, perhaps even stronger than a Holy Land’s Saint Heir.
"How is this possible? How could he withstand that?" The dozen disciples from the Da Yan Holy Land were on the verge of madness. What kind of Physique was this? To withstand more than ten Flying Swords head-on! It was simply heaven-defying! Could he possess a legendary Saint Body?
"A bunch of trash. You can’t even handle a mere Six-Star Grandmaster. Useless," Yin Tianhe barked coldly. The surrounding disciples trembled in fear and hurriedly lowered their heads.
"All of you, stand down. I’ll deal with him myself." Yin Tianhe took a step forward. A biting Sword Qi erupted from his body, and a monstrous Sword Intent materialized around him. Everyone nearby began to tremble, and the distant Sword Cultivators felt their knees buckle, almost forced to kneel.
Twenty percent Sword Intent... The power was too immense; it wasn’t something they could withstand. They scrambled backward frantically.
Even Luo Rong’s expression changed drastically. He rushed to Lin Xuan’s side, shielding him. "Junior Brother Lin, we have to leave, now!"
In his view, even if Lin Xuan could fight across eight major realms, he stood no chance against Yin Tianhe. After all, that strength was only equivalent to a Four-Star Grandmaster. And an ordinary Four-Star Grandmaster was absolutely no match for Yin Tianhe. Luo Rong knew this because he himself was a Four-Star Grandmaster who had mastered twenty percent Sword Intent. Yet even he had been defeated. He feared that no one in this Sword Valley could beat Yin Tianhe.
"Thinking of leaving? I’m afraid it won’t be that easy." Yin Tianhe’s gaze was locked on Lin Xuan. He had absolutely no intention of letting him go.
Lin Xuan had no intention of leaving either. He said, "Brother Luo, you don’t need to worry. As I said, a mere twenty percent Sword Intent is nowhere near enough to trouble me."