Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

Before Xu Ting could even regain his footing, Yan Leizi suddenly looked at Lin Che and said loudly, "Young friend Lin Che, why don't you try this Heavenly Gate? I'd like to see what kind of strange phenomena a cultivator at the late stage of the Pure Nirvana Realm would exhibit when facing the Battle Scroll."

The room fell silent immediately after he said that.

All eyes were on Lin Che—he was already a pre-selected expert and didn't need to participate in the assessment, but Yan Leizi had spoken up, clearly wanting to see his strength.

Lin Che withdrew his gaze from the Blood God Child and smiled calmly: "Since the Palace Master has given the order, this junior will naturally obey."

He slowly stepped onto the bluestone platform. Unlike Wang Lin and Xu Ting, he didn't even try to concentrate. He simply glanced at the word "war" on the painting.

The moment my gaze fell upon the bold and powerful strokes of the character "战" (war).

There was no sign of him projecting his divine sense outwards, nor any unusual fluctuations in his aura. Lin Che seemed to have become one with the word "battle".

The million armored soldiers on the screen suddenly stopped, then bowed in respect towards Lin Che. Their overwhelming killing intent instantly subsided, transforming into a gentle and peaceful aura.

"This...this is..."

Lie Yunzi had just sat down when he suddenly stood up again, the whisk in his hand falling to the ground with a "thud," his pupils wide open.

"Entered...entered a meditative state?"

The elders of the Zhan family nearby rubbed their eyes, thinking they had seen wrong. From the moment Lin Che raised his eyes to the moment his aura resonated with the Zhan calligraphy, it was less than half a breath!

"Not even a breath! How could he possibly do that?!"

An old monster cried out in alarm, his voice trembling.

Xu Ting's five breaths were already astonishing, and Wang Lin's one breath was simply defying the heavens, but Lin Che completely ignored the entire process, as if the battle scroll was a part of him!

The character "war" on the screen suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, more than ten times stronger than the strange phenomenon caused by Xu Ting earlier!
A powerful primordial force surged like a river, flowing into Lin Che's body through an invisible connection.

Unlike Wang Lin and Xu Ting, this source of power did not dissipate in his body at all. Instead, it merged with the Xuanjing power in the God-Slaying Sword, emitting a clear and melodious sword sound.

Lie Yunzi stared intently at Lin Che, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white: "Impossible... absolutely impossible! The power of the War Scroll is incomparably domineering. Even my Zhan family ancestor needed a breath to activate it upon first contact. How could he possibly..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Che slightly raised his hand and flicked his fingertips.

The character "war" on the screen moved with his fingertips, and the strokes transformed into a miniature longsword. Red and gold light intertwined on the sword, which was the phantom of the God-Slaying Sword!
"To manipulate the war spirit into one's own form... such control..."

Yan Leizi gasped, his gaze towards Lin Che completely changing. This was no longer talent, but an absolute crushing of the Dao of "Battle".

Ten breaths passed in the blink of an eye. Lin Che withdrew his gaze, and the strange phenomenon on the screen subsided instantly, as if it had never happened.

Lin Che remained calm, as if he had only glanced at an ordinary painting and calligraphy, and nodded slightly to Lie Yunzi: "Senior, I have made a fool of myself."

Lie Yunzi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat tight. After a long while, he managed to choke out, "...qualified..."

The look in their eyes as they looked at Lin Che was a mixture of shock and undisguised disbelief. How could someone like him appear in the Luo Tian Star Region?

Could they have been sent by the Immortal Clan from the Seventy-Two Continents?

Lin Che turned and walked down the bluestone platform. As he passed Wang Lin, he whispered, "The way of war is in the heart, not in words."

Wang Lin was taken aback. Gazing at his retreating figure, he suddenly gained a deeper understanding of the word "unwavering resolve."

After a period of deathly silence, thunderous discussions erupted in Leichi Square.

"Less than a breath! Senior Lin Che, is this some kind of divine skill?"

"The calligraphy model of war is like an obedient child in his presence!"

“Xu Ting and Wang Lin are already incredibly talented, but compared to Senior Lin Che, they are nothing but small fry!” Lie Yunzi picked up the whisk, but he couldn’t straighten the threads on it no matter what he did.

Looking at Yan Leizi, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Fellow Daoist Yan Leizi, what exactly is the background of this Lin Che?"

Yan Leizi shook his head with a wry smile: "Perhaps, he never belonged to this Luo Tian Star Region."

Looking up at the sky, it seemed as if one could pierce through the clouds, and it was as if one had already guessed that Lin Che's identity was definitely not that simple.

"In that case, let's begin the final stretch of the narrow passage."

With a flick of his sleeve, Lie Yunzi sent the War Calligraphy Scroll back into his palm as a stream of light.

A sudden gust of wind swept all the previously unqualified cultivators toward the high-altitude teleportation array. In a flash of light, only 112 of the 147 people remained.

"Those who remain after passing the three tests are all outstanding individuals."

Yan Leizi stood up, his voice resounding across the square, and said calmly, "The original plan was to test Daoist will through the Six Paths of Reincarnation, but now that we have enough participants, we will proceed directly to the First Line of Heaven!"

Yan Leizi pointed his finger to the sky and said indifferently, "The First Line of Sky is the final barrier; the winner is determined by slaughter."

"The top of the list is the leader of all immortals, and the top thirty-six are called the Heavenly Gang! All of you who enter are illusory beings. Even if you perish, you will only be harmed in the slightest, without affecting your foundation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Leizi took out an octagonal wooden piece from his storage bag and threw it into the air. The wooden piece suddenly grew to ten zhang in size, with colorful light flowing around it, like a floating glass mirror.

"Enter the bluestone!"

As Yan Leizi's voice fell, all 112 cultivators in the arena stepped onto the thousand-foot-long blue stone and sat cross-legged.

Immediately, Yan Leizi unleashed his hand seals, and the radiant light from the precious mirror poured down, seeping into everyone's body like a fine rain.

In an instant, all the cultivators, including Wang Lin, lost their focus and their minds sank into an endless illusion.

Yan Leizi looked at Lin Che's position, stroked his beard, and slowly said, "Brother Lin Che, now that the First Line Sky assessment has begun, the rest is up to you."

Whether you can become the number one immortal depends on whether you can defeat the strongest.

Lin Che nodded slightly, then bowed to Yan Leizi in front of him, saying, "In that case, this junior will personally enter this place."

"Good luck."

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The dense forest blocked out the sun, and the branches and leaves of the ancient trees intertwined like a net, allowing only a few beams of light to pass through, casting dappled shadows on the ground covered with decaying leaves.

Poisonous insects scurried among the fallen leaves, and the low growls of an unknown beast echoed from afar, making the jungle even more eerie.

A flash of multicolored light appeared, and Wang Lin's figure appeared behind an ancient tree.

With a light tap of his toes, he landed silently on a branch three zhang high. He instantly activated the Mind Control Technique, concealing his aura to be even more subdued than a withered leaf.

"The trials in the land of demons are a hundred times more dangerous than this."

Wang Lin's eyes were sharp as an eagle's as he scanned his surroundings, knowing full well that it was most dangerous to rashly disperse one's divine sense in this place.

Sure enough, a moment later, a reckless divine sense swept in from the east. As soon as it touched the tree canopy where Wang Lin was hiding, it suddenly dissipated, followed by a short scream.

"They died quickly."

(End of this chapter)