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

At this moment, Yang Guo was completely out of his mind, only able to nod mechanically, his mind a complete blank.

In the center of the sword formation, Lin Tian unleashed a palm strike, which landed squarely on Zhao Zhijing's chest!

boom!

Zhao Zhijing flew out like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He lay on the ground for a long time before he could barely get up. His eyes were full of fear and disbelief as he looked at Lin Tian.

"This...this is the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Palm Technique of my Quanzhen School, how could you know it?! Apart from the Sect Leader and a few senior uncles, no one else can learn it—"

Halfway through his sentence, Zhao Zhijing suddenly felt as if someone had grabbed his throat. His pupils contracted sharply, and he stared intently at Lin Tian. His whole body trembled violently, and even the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"Zhi... Junior Brother Zhitian?" His voice trembled, and he almost bit his tongue. Although Lin Tian's identity was a secret, how could Zhao Zhijing, as one of the most outstanding third-generation disciples of Quanzhen, not know it?

"Oh? It seems Senior Brother Zhijing has finally recognized me." Lin Tian said calmly, his expression unchanged.

Zhao Zhijing hurriedly lowered his head: "Junior brother has been away from the sect for many years, and I, your senior brother, have been blind and failed to recognize you in time. Please forgive me..."

"Shut up." Lin Tian waved his hand to interrupt, not wanting to listen to his rambling at all. Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched and his ears twitched slightly. "There's the sound of fighting—at Chongyang Palace!"

"Oh no!" Zhao Zhijing's expression changed drastically, and his heart sank. He was guarding the palace gate, and now he had not only stopped the wrong person, but also allowed the thieves to break into the main hall. He would be severely punished afterward if he was held accountable.

Lin Tian ignored him and, with a flash, rushed towards Chongyang Palace like a shadow in the night wind.

Inside the hall, the battle raged on.

Wearing a Tibetan robe and wielding a golden pestle, Darba single-handedly fought against six of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, including Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji, and surprisingly gained the upper hand. The golden pestle flew, creating a powerful gust of wind that tore through the air, forcing the six to retreat repeatedly.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen should have stood side by side like seven stars, but unfortunately, Tan Chuduan died at the hands of Ouyang Feng more than ten years ago, leaving only six of them. They cannot even set up the Big Dipper Formation. Although Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji are the best among them, they have only achieved minor success in the Acquired Realm. Sun Bu'er, Liu Chuxuan, and others have just entered the Acquired Realm and have only opened one of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

Even with the combined strength of six people, they were no match for the enemy, not to mention that there was a circle of Mongol soldiers surrounding them, their swords flashing menacingly, closing in step by step.

"Hahaha! The most orthodox sect in the world? Is this all the Quanzhen Sect is capable of? It's laughable!" Huo Du stood at the corner of the hall, lightly waving his folding fan, his face full of sarcasm.

"You—" Ma Yu's eyes widened in fury. In the blink of an eye, Darba's golden pestle came hurtling towards him, aimed straight for his face! If this strike landed, his brains would splatter and his body would be left without a trace!

"Senior brother!!"

"Sect Leader!!"

The Quanzhen disciples roared in alarm, and the Seven Masters' eyes widened in shock.

Sun Bu'er was terrified – she and Ma Yu were husband and wife, but they entered the Daoist path together to follow Wang Chongyang. Their relationship was extraordinary.

Ma Yu felt a chill run through him. His longsword was firmly entangled by three Mongol soldiers, leaving him no way to escape and only able to watch helplessly as death approached.

At the critical moment—

The golden pestle, which moved with the force of thunder, actually stopped three inches in front of his eyebrows!

A not-so-broad hand firmly gripped the tip of the pestle, its five fingers like iron clamps, unmoving. No matter how much Darba roared and exerted force, his face turning red, the golden pestle couldn't even break free half an inch.

"Laughable?" Lin Tian chuckled, a cold glint in his eyes. "Well, your teeth are indeed quite loose."

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist and swung it out suddenly.

boom--!

Jin Chu carried Darba and flew out horizontally, crashing towards Huo Du like a cannonball!

This throw required no internal force, relying solely on physical strength. Since tempering the True Formless Sword Bone with sword intent, Lin Tian had forged his tenth sword bone, making his physique ten times stronger than that of an ordinary person. He lifted thousands of pounds as if they were nothing.

With his physique alone, ordinary martial artists who have acquired their skills are simply not worthy of being his opponent.

Huo Du retreated swiftly, barely dodging the flying figure. His face was ashen, and he shouted sharply, "Who are you, you scoundrel? How dare you ruin my grand plan?!"

"Tian'er?!"

"Nephew Zhitian?!"

"Zhitian!!"

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen's expressions changed, then turned to a mixture of joy and surprise. They knew best about Lin Tian's talent—he had already caught up with Master Chongyang years ago! The perilous situation had finally turned around!

Having just crawled back from the brink of death, Ma Yu was overwhelmed with emotion, tears welling in her eyes: "Tian'er! You're back! Hahaha... Heaven blesses my Quanzhen! With you here, I have no worries today!"

"Master, fellow disciples, leave the rest to me." Lin Tian nodded slightly, his expression calm and without the slightest excitement. He had no sense of belonging to the Quanzhen Sect to begin with, and being able to call them Master and fellow disciples was already the limit. If his soul hadn't come from the modern world, according to the ancient rules of Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, and Teacher, he would never have uttered the word "Master."

"Want to sit comfortably in your seat? Hmph! You'll have to get past me first!" Huo Du saw that Lin Tian was completely ignoring him, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes as anger surged.

With a sudden jerk of the folding fan, a string of steel nails shot out from the tip of the fan ribs, and the figure leaped up, rushing straight at Lin Tian.

"So annoying!" A cold glint flashed in Lin Tian's eyes.

One punch was unleashed—the Great Demon-Subduing Fist!

His innate internal energy surged forth, condensing into a pale blue fist shadow in the air, which crashed down with a bang!

Huo Du's chest caved in, sinking three or four inches. The Great Subduing Demon Fist combined yin and yang, far beyond mere force; the soft, yielding power then invaded his body, instantly shredding his internal organs.

"You...how dare you...I...I am..."

Before he could finish speaking, his breath ceased. His eyes were wide open, his death unfulfilled. A wisp of red light rose from his body—a red card quietly appeared.

[Red Item Card: Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment]

Good stuff, but unfortunately I can't use it right now. Lin Tian didn't crush it; with a slight thought, the card was stored in his card space.

"You...you actually killed my junior brother?" Darba's pupils shrank, his face filled with disbelief.

"Oh, sorry." Lin Tian's tone was indifferent, as if he had just stepped on an ant.

In his eyes, killing or not killing someone like Huo Du was just a matter of lifting a finger.

"You killed my junior brother! I'm going to kill you! To avenge my junior brother!" Darba was stunned for a moment, then roared and swung his golden pestle, smashing it down wildly.

It was foolish, perhaps because they couldn't see the difference at all, or perhaps they saw it but still insisted on going to their deaths—this kind of blind loyalty is both laughable and admirable.

Lin Tian actually had a good impression of this rough man; although he was slow-witted, he valued loyalty and righteousness.

But at this moment, he stood on the opposite side.

Since they are enemies, there is no need to show mercy.

Darba's strength at the Great Perfection of the Acquired Realm was enough to make him a master in the martial arts world, capable of taking on the Seven Masters of Quanzhen alone. But in Lin Tian's eyes, he was still just a slightly stronger cannon fodder.

He raised his hand, his five fingers like hooks, and the sound of his hand cutting through the air was sharp and piercing.

Nine Yin Divine Claw!

It is a Taoist secret technique, extremely sharp and powerful. Although it does not achieve the skeletal, bone-like appearance of Mei Chaofeng, it is still chilling and full of murderous intent.

With a single claw strike, the force hadn't even arrived before the blade pierced through the body!

Darba's heart was shattered, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood gushed out. He fell heavily to the ground like a broken sack.

Another red card appears.

[Red Martial Arts Card: Vajra Pestle Technique]

Lin Tian casually crushed it.