Martial Arts Master: The Lin Family Sword God, who swept through the Five Mountains and Four Sects

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"Master! Master!! The Deadly Swordsman Lin Tiansha has come up the mountain! He's been hacking his way up from the foot of the mountain, and all eight of my junior brothers have died at his hands!" A disciple of Zuo Lengchan stumbled into the main hall, his face ashen and his eyes filled with terror.

"What?!" Zuo Lengchan, who was sitting in the main seat, suddenly stood up.

His eyes widened in fury, a mixture of shock and rage filling him: "Lin Tian?! He actually dared to slaughter my Songshan disciples?! No wonder there was a faint smell of blood in the air just now!! How despicable!! How hateful!!"

"You killed my Songshan disciples, Senior Brother!" Lu Bai gritted his teeth. "This Lin Tian must not be allowed to leave Songshan alive!"

"Not only kill him, but make him wish he were dead!" Fei Bin, with only one arm left, had hatred burning in his eyes. "Sever all four limbs first, then throw him into the back mountains to feed the wolves!"

"Leave no one alive from the entire Fuwei Escort Agency!" Le Hou sneered, his killing intent chilling. Feuds in the martial world shouldn't involve family members, but at this moment, he was more ruthless than anyone else.

Just then, a voice as cold as the winter wind drifted from outside the hall:

"So, they're going to wipe out the Fuwei Escort Agency too? That's ruthless."

"Among those in the Songshan Sect who have reached the Acquired Realm of Internal Strength, besides Zuo Lengchan, only Ding Mian, Lu Bai, Fei Bin, and Le Hou possess this level of cultivation. I've met the first three—so you must be Le Hou?"

"I've remembered what you said. Once I've cleansed Mount Song, I'll dig up your entire clan and kill them all, so they can join you in the afterlife."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person arrived.

Lin Tian slowly walked into the main hall. His black robe fluttered slightly, and although his sword was not drawn, the hall was already filled with killing intent.

"Lin Tian!!" Fei Bin's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the man who had severed his arm, his hatred almost tangible.

Although Zuo Lengchan was meeting this person for the first time, the young man in front of him was only twenty years old, yet he was able to withstand the Great Songyang Divine Palm with his bare body without taking a single step back—such talent, even without any enmity or grudge, could not be allowed to live!

"You killed eight of my disciples, and you usurped the Sword of Life, Lin Tian! Today, you will not leave Mount Song alive!" Zuo Lengchan shouted in a deep voice, his eyes like knives.

"Oh?" Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Sect Leader Zuo has misunderstood. I killed not just eight, but nine disciples of Mount Song."

He paused, his smile widening. "Besides the eight you know, there's another one in Hengshan—Ding Mian, whom I also killed. What, you only just realized your junior brother is missing?"

"You killed Ding Mian?!" Zuo Lengchan's pupils shrank, his shock barely concealed.

He had a premonition of Ding Mian's death. But he thought it was the work of the Hengshan Sect or Qu Yang. How could he have imagined that it was this young man in front of him?

"Otherwise what?" Lin Tian chuckled. "Who do you think did it?"

"You're courting death!" Zuo Lengchan was furious, his killing intent surged, and without warning, he raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike!

The Great Songyang Divine Palm!!

His palm strike was like the blazing sun, instantly turning his entire arm a bronze-blue color, and the powerful wind caused the ground to scatter gravel—far beyond what Fei Bin could match.

"Well done!" Lin Tian's eyes lit up. Instead of retreating, he abandoned his sword and met the attack with his bare hands!

The first piece of the Formless Sword Bone has been completed, doubling the strength of my physical body. I was just worried about not having a chance to try out my new power!

The Great Demon-Subduing Fist clashed violently!

The fists and palms collided, creating a shockwave that seemed to shake the entire hall.

Fei Bin was defeated by Lin Tian, ​​and Zuo Lengchan already knew of Lin Tian's astonishing boxing skills. But he was not afraid at all—

Because Fei Bin was only at the initial stage of acquired skill, while he was at the peak of acquired skill!

Fist and foot techniques are different from swordsmanship.

If a sword technique is profound enough, even if one loses all internal energy, one can still sweep away all heroes—just like Linghu Chong, who blinded fifteen top-tier masters of Mount Song with a set of Dugu Nine Swords, and was still incredibly powerful.

But when you fight bare-handed, it's not about skillful moves; it's about the depth of your inner strength and the foundation of your true energy.

In this world of martial arts where heroes reign supreme, each step forward in the four realms of acquired cultivation is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Zuo Lengchan had already made a judgment in his heart: Lin Tian was able to cripple Fei Bin's arm in one move, so his internal strength was definitely not simple, but at most he was only at the minor level of the acquired realm, and at most he had opened up the five extraordinary meridians and eight extraordinary meridians, just stepping into the threshold of the major level of the acquired realm.

As for... a perfect ending the day after tomorrow?

He never even considered it.

He himself didn't reach the Acquired Realm until he was twenty-seven, and after thirty years of arduous cultivation, he barely managed to stand at the peak of Acquired Realm perfection. How could a young man in his early twenties possibly surpass him? Absurd!

But the next moment—

"Buzz!"

Zuo Lengchan's arm suddenly went numb, as if he had been struck by lightning.

pedal!pedal!pedal!

He staggered back more than ten steps, his footsteps leaving a series of cracks in the marble floor before he regained his footing. Lin Tian, ​​on the other hand, although also thrown back by the shock, only took two or three steps back, his sleeves fluttering slightly, his expression unchanged.

"You...your cultivation level?!"

Zuo Lengchan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his voice changed tone.

Lin Tian smiled faintly: "I just opened the seventh of the eight extraordinary meridians a few days ago. We are both at the peak of the acquired realm, but naturally, I am still a bit lacking compared to Alliance Leader Zuo."

That's what they say. It's true that his internal strength is slightly inferior, but he practices the Nine Yin Manual—the king of top-tier internal skills. In terms of total internal strength and purity, he is far superior to Zuo Lengchan.

"Is it a little lacking?"

Zuo Lengchan's face was ashen, he almost ground his teeth to powder, "How old are you?! How could you possibly... Damn it! Junior brothers, attack together! If we don't kill this brat today, he will surely become a major threat to our Songshan Sect in the future!"

The outcome was decided in a single exchange. Zuo Lengchan knew perfectly well that the difference in skill between the two was obvious. What chilled him even more was that Lin Tian still hadn't drawn his sword!

Lin Tian was a renowned figure in the martial arts world for his swordsmanship. Even if Zuo Lengchan was stupid, he would never think that the opponent's swordsmanship was inferior to his fists and feet.

Before the words were even finished, the Thirteen Protectors had already sprung up.

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

"Lin Tian! Prepare to die!"

"Today I'll make sure your blood is spilled five steps away!"

Lu Bai, Le Hou, Zhong Zhen, and Tang Ying'e all rushed forward to attack. Even Fei Bin, who had lost an arm, held a sword in his left hand, his eyes burning with the fury of revenge, and fiercely attacked.

The clash of swords, the whistling of fists and the force of palm strikes all targeted Lin Tian's vital points, each move aimed to kill without leaving any room for retreat.

Surrounded by more than a dozen experts and still not drawing your sword? That's not composure, that's courting death.

Clang—!

The sword rang as it was drawn, its cold light flashing!

The sword's blade was as cold as ice, its aura as fluid as water; a wisp of cold light sliced ​​through the air, illuminating the entire courtyard.

When it comes to long-distance raids, the Snake-like Leaping Technique may not be as good as the Lingbo Steps or the Illusionary Demon Body Technique.

In terms of close-quarters combat and battlefield maneuvering alone, it is at the pinnacle of performance.

At this moment, Lin Tian was surrounded, with no safe corner in front, behind, left, or right. Every breath, weapons or palm strikes came whistling towards him.

But just when Zuo Lengchan and the others thought that this attack was unavoidable and certain to hit—

Lin Tian always manages to dodge at the last second, from an angle that defies common sense, like a fish swimming through a crack, or a ghost appearing out of nowhere.

The offensive lasted for a full half-incense stick's time without stopping.

Zhong Zhen and Tang Ying'e, these top-tier masters, already had faces ashen and their breathing disordered—their internal energy was almost depleted.

Seeing this, Zuo Lengchan gritted his teeth: "Hold on! Hold on a little longer! Lin Tian is at his limit, he won't last much longer!"