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

He was at the peak of the Acquired Perfection stage, having opened all eight extraordinary meridians, and theoretically his internal strength was even greater than Lin Tian's. Yet, under such intense encirclement and attack, he himself was barely holding on; how could he possibly believe that Lin Tian could withstand it?

In his view, Lin Tian was merely making a death throes.

Little did he know that under the operation of the Nine Yin Manual, the internal energy circulates endlessly and is inexhaustible unless one fights for several days in a row.

What they didn't know was that for the entire half hour, Lin Tian had no intention of retaliating at all.

He's grinding for skill level.

Practice improving your proficiency with the Snake-like Tanuki Flip.

And now-

That lightness skill has quietly progressed from "superb" to "perfect".

Lin Tian was no longer on the defensive, and the battle situation was completely reversed.

"Heh... I see you've all done your part. Now it's my turn, isn't it?" Before he finished speaking, the longsword in his hand suddenly flipped—the defensive stance that was as solid as an iron wall was now like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, a flash of cold light, piercing straight into Zhong Zhen's throat!

"Junior brother!!" "Senior brother!!"

The moment Zhong Zhen collapsed, Zuo Lengchan and the others' eyes turned bloodshot, a mixture of rage and horror.

Their offensive intensified, each move a desperate attempt to save their lives.

But Lin Tian has already entered the killing realm, and no one can stop him.

With a single sword strike, a man died. Blood spurted from Tang Ying'e's throat, Deng Bagong's neck was broken, Lu Bai's heart was pierced, Fei Bin's chest was pierced, and Le Hou's head flew off at an angle... In just a dozen breaths, all the masters of the Songshan Sect lay dead in the hall, leaving only Zuo Lengchan trembling alone.

"Hey, Sect Leader Zuo, what do you want to say now?" Lin Tian looked at him with a smile, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting casually.

"You...you are a devil!" Zuo Lengchan stared at Lin Tian, ​​his eyes filled with hatred, but he could not hide the fear deep inside.

Lin Tian nodded, not denying it at all: "You're right. To my enemies, I'm a devil. So, you shouldn't have messed with me. Remember this in your next life—it doesn't matter how high your martial arts skills are, the key is to keep your eyes open."

Having said that, he raised his sword, ready to reap the harvest.

A pile of green cards were scattered on the ground. Fei Bin got a blue card, but unfortunately... Lin Tian had been hoping that Zuo Lengchan would drop a red card, which would be a pleasant surprise.

Just as they were about to take action, a Buddhist chant suddenly rang out—

"Amitabha, Benefactor Lin, please show mercy and spare the life of Sect Leader Zuo, so as to avoid committing further killings."

Two grey figures slowly stepped into the main hall, their robes fluttering, their auras calm and composed.

"I am Fang Zheng of Shaolin, and this is Fang Sheng. Greetings, Benefactor Lin." The two men put their palms together in a respectful gesture.

Lin Tian frowned slightly. These two monks had arrived at the perfect time. Why did they have to show up just when he was about to wipe out the entire Songshan sect? They were lying to themselves! They'd probably been watching him secretly from the moment he stepped into Songshan territory.

Unbeknownst to him, Fang Zheng and Fang Sheng were experiencing even greater turmoil at that moment.

In less than half an incense stick's time, all the second-rate and above masters of the Songshan Sect were wiped out, leaving only Zuo Lengchan barely clinging to life—this speed was simply astonishing!

The hall was littered with corpses; the Thirteen Protectors had met gruesome ends. Even Fang Zheng, who was accustomed to the bloodshed of the martial world, couldn't help but feel a chill. But he was extremely shrewd; he had already laid out a backup plan before coming to Mount Taishi today, proceeding step by step with utmost caution.

"Shaolin, are you going to interfere in my feud with Songshan?" Lin Tian's face was icy, his killing intent still lingering.

"Amitabha, Young Hero Lin, you have committed too many killings today. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but there is always a shore to turn back to. I hope you will not fall into the demonic path." Fang Zheng put his hands together, his tone gentle but leaving no room for doubt.

"The demonic path?" Lin Tian sneered. "Anything your Shaolin sect dislikes is considered demonic? Ha... Do you really think you're the ruler of the world? In my eyes, anything that threatens my family's safety is demonic! Demons must be wiped out! If I don't kill Zuo Lengchan, that bald monk, do you believe he'll dare to slaughter my entire Lin family another day?!"

"That's right!" Zuo Lengchan roared hoarsely, his face contorted with rage. "If I, Zuo Lengchan, don't die, I will wipe out your entire Lin family! No! The entire Fuwei Escort Agency! I will leave not a single one alive!"

"Did you hear that?" Lin Tian smirked. "Why keep this kind of trash around for the New Year?"

Before he could finish speaking, a cold glint appeared in his eyes.

Fang Zheng and Fang Sheng's pupils constricted sharply, but it was too late to stop them.

puff--

The sound of a sharp blade piercing the throat was crisp and piercing.

Zuo Lengchan's eyes widened, blood gushing from his mouth and nose. Even in his dying moments, he stared intently at Lin Tian, ​​his eyes filled with resentment and venom.

The next instant, a scarlet card slowly appeared above the corpse.

[Red Martial Arts Card: Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate]

Brief introduction: Created by martial arts master Zhang Sanfeng, this technique targets the Shenmen acupoint on the wrist. Those struck by the sword will lose all strength in their limbs.

For Lin Tian now, ordinary red cards are unlikely to bring about a qualitative change. But special techniques are an exception—especially swordsmanship, which can only reach its peak by learning from a wide range of sources.

He didn't hesitate and absorbed it directly.

"you--!!"

Fang Sheng roared, his eyes blazing with fury: "My senior brother begged you to spare his life, and you turned a deaf ear?!"

Lin Tian raised his eyes, his expression indifferent, as if he were looking at an ignorant child.

"I heard you." He paused, his tone nonchalant. "But so what? It's none of my business."

After saying that, Lin Tian lifted his foot and walked out of the main hall. The disciples of the Songshan Sect above the second generation had already been wiped out by him, and the remaining few were no threat.

"Stop! Lin Tian!! You are so bloodthirsty at such a young age, you will surely fall into the demonic path in the future! Shaolin Temple is in charge of the righteous path of the martial arts world, how can we allow a demon like you to get away unscathed!" Fang Sheng was so angry that his face turned red and his voice trembled when he saw that he was completely ignored.

"Oh?" Lin Tian didn't stop walking. He glanced back at him, his eyes sharp as knives. "You can't let me leave? Then how does Shaolin plan to stop me?"

His gaze was fixed on Fang Zheng, his tone indifferent yet not to be underestimated.

"Amitabha." Fang Zheng clasped his hands together, murmured a Buddhist chant, and said calmly, "Young Master Lin has committed many murders and his demonic thoughts are deeply rooted. This humble monk humbly requests that you stay in our temple for ten years to cleanse your heart with Buddhist teachings and transform your malevolent nature." After speaking, he closed his eyes and lowered his head, gently turning the prayer beads in his hands and chanting the scriptures softly, as if entering a state of meditation.

Just then, a series of rapid footsteps suddenly sounded outside the hall. The steps were uniform, yet concealed a murderous intent—Lin Tian's ears twitched slightly, and he knew that there were no fewer than a hundred people approaching.

He raised an eyebrow, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Heh, so there was an ambush all along... Shaolin really has no good intentions." He paused, then his tone suddenly turned sharp, "Since you've set up this trap, then today, I'll play along to the very end."

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward, his long sword still sheathed, yet his aura already tore through the sky.

Outside the main hall, on the square, one hundred and eight warrior monks stood in formation, each holding a staff that reached their eyebrows. They were arranged in groups of twelve, forming a mysterious formation, their killing intent soaring to the sky.

"The 108 Arhats Formation?" Lin Tian chuckled, but his eyes turned cold. "Shaolin is really giving me face."

He knew perfectly well that this was not originally intended for him.

Indeed, this formation was originally used by Shaolin to intimidate Songshan. In recent years, the Songshan Sect has become extremely powerful, Zuo Lengchan's ambitions are obvious, and its reputation in the martial arts world is closing in, showing signs of overshadowing Shaolin.

Two tigers cannot share one mountain. How could Shaolin sit idly by?

I had planned to use today's events to teach Songshan a lesson—no matter how strong Songshan is, it still has to bow its head and call me "Big Brother".