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

A tremendous force surged along the spine of the sword, causing Lin Tian's tiger's mouth to tremble violently, and the Pearl Sword almost flew out of his hand.

"Holy crap!" Lin Tian's heart pounded wildly. "This old man looks like he's just skin and bones, like he could be blown away by a gust of wind, but his internal strength is more powerful than ten bulls!"

His mind raced, but his hands moved without hesitation.

Heavy sword technique!

Effortless mastery, using minimal force to achieve maximum effect!

The sword trembled slightly, deflecting the force as easily as flowing water and slippery stone, dissipating the immense pressure. Lin Tian's eyes turned cold, and he took a step forward, sinking into a deathly aura—killing intent seeped from his very bones, as cold as the abyss of the polar night.

"artistic conception?!"

The old eunuch's expression finally changed, and for the first time, horror appeared in his eyes: "Impossible! You're only at the peak of the Acquired Realm, how could you possibly have touched upon the realm of intent? That's a threshold only legends should be able to reach!"

As a martial arts prodigy, he reached the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm decades ago. For the next few decades, he devoted himself to arduous cultivation, spending all his time comprehending the essence of the art, except for "purifying" the newly arrived eunuchs every few days.

But for decades, he made no progress whatsoever.

Now, a young man of low cultivation level has actually unleashed the true power of artistic conception before his very eyes.

"Damn it!!" The old eunuch's eyes were bloodshot, his voice distorted. "Something we've struggled with for decades and still haven't grasped, and you, a mere brat, have actually... comprehended?! How can there be a martial arts genius more monstrous than me in this world?! Die!!"

Jealousy burns like a raging fire.

Especially for these rootless people, their obsessions ran deep, and their minds had long been warped. Watching Lin Tian gain the power they had always dreamed of, the old eunuch went completely mad.

We'll show no mercy.

Previously, it was merely a cat playing with a mouse, manipulating it at will; but now, however, it is filled with murderous intent, unleashing its full power!

His body merged with heaven and earth, his spirit swept across mountains and rivers! Every attack was imbued with the power of heaven and earth, as oppressive as an abyss.

Even though Lin Tian had transcended the realm of intent, he could only passively defend, without even a chance to catch his breath. Let alone escape—the old eunuch, pushing the Sunflower Movement Technique to its limit, moved like a shadow, leaving afterimages in all directions, making it impossible for Lin Tian to determine his retreat route.

Desperate situations are where the limits of life are most likely to be pushed.

Especially when teetering on the brink of death.

The shadow of death loomed over Lin Tian, ​​but instead of causing him panic, it made him more lucid than ever before. His sword moved with even colder intensity, his thoughts ran deeper, and he became completely immersed in the atmosphere of death.

If you were to check his attribute panel at this moment, you would be shocked—his comprehension of the Death Intent had soared to 25%! In just a dozen breaths, he had achieved what it took to meditate on the Nuwa Diagram for four months! Terrifying indeed!

The old eunuch's offensive became increasingly frenzied, striking more than ten times in a single breath, his fingers and palms tearing through the air!

"You little bastard!! Die! After you die, I'll dissect your body and see what secrets are hidden in your bones, and why you can comprehend the essence of things!!"

The voice was elusive, sometimes near, sometimes far. As the last syllable faded, the old eunuch's figure appeared behind Lin Tian!

With a single palm strike, he poured all his innate internal energy into it—that palm strike left a deep palm print on the refined steel!

A solid pat landed on Lin Tian's back!

The old eunuch unleashed a palm strike, the wind from which thunder roared, the force so immense that it could leave a deep imprint even on the finest steel. Any mortal body attempting to take this blow head-on would surely die unless they transformed their internal energy into a powerful force and reached the pinnacle of the Innate Realm.

This palm strike landed squarely on Lin Tian's back.

In an instant, Lin Tian was like a cannonball, flying out with tremendous force. He smashed through an old elm tree that was as thick as a person's embrace, and with his momentum undiminished, he crashed into a blue brick wall, sending dust flying and stones flying everywhere.

Seeing this, the old eunuch's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smug look—but before the smile could even bloom for half a second, his brows furrowed suddenly, he looked down at his chest, and his face turned ashen!

A long sword emerged from under his armpit and pierced through his heart.

It turns out that Lin Tian was not unable to dodge that palm strike.

Instead, they deliberately didn't dodge.

He used his body as a shield, taking the full force of the blow, just to buy himself a chance to strike back with a sword—a precise thrust from his ribs, piercing his heart.

He drew his sword, and blood gushed out. A faint blush appeared on the old eunuch's face.

For an ordinary martial artist, this would usually be a sign of a reversal of injury and recovery of vital energy. But for him, it was the opposite.

He had lived too long; his body was withered and rotten, and should have been pale and bloodless. Now, his face was flushed? That was a sign that the remaining vital energy within his body was completely out of control and about to collapse—a sign of an incurable disease!

"Damn it! Damn you, you little bastard!! My family could have lived for another ten years or so, but you ruined it all, we won't even last three or five days!!"

Before he could finish speaking, he sat cross-legged and desperately circulated his innate internal energy to stabilize his heart meridian. Otherwise, he might not even survive three days, let alone three quarters of an hour.

"Heh heh... you little brat, how many more days can I live?" He grinned maliciously at the figure in the ruins. "And you? Your spine's been shattered by me, you probably don't even have time to breathe anymore, right? Don't worry, in the next few days, I'll definitely skin you alive and dismember you, and study you thoroughly..."

Before he could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes widening in terror as if he had seen a ghost.

"Impossible!! How is this possible?! Your spine is clearly broken, how can you still stand up?!"

He watched as Lin Tian slowly pushed himself up from the rubble, swaying as he gradually straightened up.

"What's impossible?" Lin Tian grinned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but it didn't diminish his sharpness. "I forgot to tell you—the bone you hit happened to be the hardest one in my body."

Could he really be stupid?

This is the imperial palace, surrounded by experts. Fight this old dog to the death? Even if you kill him, you won't leave the palace alive.

Therefore, we must outsmart them.

The piece that was struck head-on by the palm force was the first true Formless Sword Bone he had forged with the Formless Sword Bone—the fourth thoracic vertebra, whose hardness far exceeded that of refined steel!

When he noticed the old eunuch frequently circling behind him, he deliberately created an opening to lure him into making a move.

The old eunuch was arrogant and overconfident, completely catching the victim off guard.

Seventy percent of the force of that palm strike was absorbed by this sword bone, with the remainder affecting the surrounding bones.

More importantly—the true essence of "The Formless Sword Bone": the more you fight, the stronger you become.

Under the pressure of the palm strike, Lin Tian not only remained unharmed, but also used the momentum to forge a second True Formless Sword Bone!

If the old eunuch knew about this, he would probably break down and curse on the spot.

Lin Tian picked up the Pearl Sword and slowly approached, dragging the sword along.

"You little beast! Believe me or not, I'll drag you down with me!" The old eunuch's eyes flashed with malice, and he shouted hoarsely.

Lin Tian did not stop walking, his expression indifferent.

He knew perfectly well that the old man was at his last gasp, with ninety percent of his mind focused on maintaining his heartbeat; the slightest distraction would result in his immediate death.

This is a martial arts world, not a fantasy film set. He's only at the peak of his innate abilities, yet he can self-destruct? That's just empty boasting.

Seeing Lin Tian closing in step by step, the old eunuch gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

The next moment—

He turned and ran!