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

Since it's annihilation—then not a single survivor can be left!

His inner force suddenly surged outward, a wave of energy sweeping across the area, sending all the arrows flying. A flash of cold light appeared as his longsword was drawn, the scabbard tossed aside with a casual flick of his wrist. With a light touch of his toes, he moved like lightning, charging straight at the five thousand cavalry!

The Mongol general's pupils contracted sharply, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

The fact that the barrage of arrows had failed to harm this man in the slightest was already terrifying. But he was, after all, a commander, and in an instant, he suppressed his emotions and gave a stern order:

"Swordsmen and shieldmen! Spearmen! Form a trap! The rest of the archers, seize opportunities to snipe, but remember—do not engage friendly fire!"

At the command, hundreds of heavily armored cavalrymen quickly dismounted. Some raised their massive shields, others their spears, which were over ten feet long. They marched in unison, forming a steel wall in an instant.

Although this world is a martial arts world, the Mongol cavalry, having conquered the world, must have encountered martial arts masters. Naturally, they had ways to deal with them.

The "trapped beast formation" is specifically designed to counter top-tier experts.

As the name suggests, once you enter the formation, you are like a trapped beast, surrounded by walls on all sides, with only death as your only option.

Seeing that the battle formation was complete, the general felt somewhat relieved.

Once this formation is complete, only a handful of people in the world can break it. Guo Jing, the Five Greats, the Mongol National Preceptor… aren’t they all top figures renowned throughout the martial arts world? He didn’t believe that this unknown little Taoist priest could truly defy fate.

However, he seemed to have forgotten—

How many of the Five Greats could have accomplished what happened just now, where the rain of arrows was completely deflected?!

"Oh no! It's a trapping beast formation!" Sun Bu'er exclaimed in alarm.

"Junior Sister, don't panic," Ma Yu said calmly. "This formation would indeed pose a threat to us. But against Tian'er... at most, it would just cause some trouble."

Will this cause some trouble?

Is that really all there is to it?

"A trapped beast formation? Ha..."

Lin Tian's lips curled slightly, a cold smile appearing on his face:

"If you were to trap not a ferocious beast, but a true dragon—have you considered the consequences?"

"The Sixteenth Sword—The Sword of Mountains!"

In an instant, his gaze turned icy, filled with murderous intent.

This sword strike was originally created three years ago before his duel with Dongfang. At that time, it incorporated 40% of the intent of death and 60% of the intent of earth, and it began to possess power.

Three years have passed, the sword remains unchanged, but the artistic conception has reached its pinnacle.

Although he had not yet comprehended the seventeenth sword, he had already perfected the sixteenth sword—no longer bound by proportions, no longer limited to a single fusion.

Death, earth, water... any concept, any proportion, can be incorporated into this sword.

Different combinations result in vastly different effects.

And at this moment—

The "Mountain Sword" he wielded was imbued with the essence of earth, completely free of distractions, and utterly pure.

In terms of sheer lethality, this sword strike is even less effective than the original sixteenth move.

But Lin Tian's use of this move at this moment had a deeper meaning—he didn't want to kill people, but to break the formation.

It should be understood that even if he has integrated 99% of the essence of death into his sword, how many people can he kill with a single swing?

The sword energy stretched for dozens of feet, but at its maximum, it could only slaughter thirty or forty people. What did the deaths of a few dozen people mean to five thousand Mongol cavalry? Far from being intimidating, it would only ignite the bloodlust of these wolf cubs!

Five thousand Mongol soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, charged forward. Even a Vajra, cast in bronze and iron, would feel their scalp tingle, let alone someone at the peak of innate perfection.

Five thousand people... Even if five thousand pigs charged at us, we might not be able to kill them all even if we hacked until our hands were sore.

If he were to reach the Mythical Realm, he could cause mountains to crumble and the earth to split with a mere wave of his hand, and a single thought could turn an army to ashes. Unfortunately, he is not. While the Perfected Innate Realm is powerful, it ultimately remains within the realm of "human."

The best strategy is to subdue the enemy without fighting; the key is to win their hearts and minds.

What Lin Tian wanted was to instill fear in them to the core, to make their hands tremble as they held knives, to make them see him as if a demon had descended upon the world!

Sword drawn!

In that instant, the hundreds of Mongol soldiers trapped in the enemy formation, facing the sword's edge, saw no sword shadows at all.

It was clearly a colossal mountain, towering ten thousand feet high, collapsing with a deafening roar and falling from the sky!

His body felt as if it were locked by layers of heavy shackles, his breathing was as difficult as being trapped in a swamp, and the weapon in his hand, which was usually as light as a weight, was now as heavy as a mountain, and he couldn't lift it at all!

The essence of earth was Lin Tian's earliest perfected path, profound and weighty, having reached a state of perfection. Now, once activated, heaven and earth sank, and people's hearts trembled.

The sword intent, carrying sword energy, surged forth like a tidal wave.

Finally, it became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Clang—" A Mongol soldier could no longer hold on, and his weapon fell from his hand and crashed to the ground.

That sound was like a fuse being lit.

"Clang... Clang... Clang..."

In an instant, weapons fell to the ground, soldiers knelt on the ground, panting heavily, and hundreds of people were directly blown away by the sword energy, spitting out blood!

With weapons out of his hand and all fighting spirit gone, these hundreds of people were nothing more than fish on a chopping block to Lin Tian.

With a light flick of the longsword, a flash of cold light, and two or three heads rolled to the ground. Within moments, over a hundred people perished on the spot. The remaining men were terrified, too afraid to even pick up their weapons, and turned to flee!

"Damn it!!" The Mongol general's face turned ashen. He roared and slashed down with his sword, killing a fleeing soldier who had come to his side on the spot!

"Those who retreat in the face of battle—die!! Fire arrows! Shoot them all!!"

A torrential downpour of arrows!

The fleeing soldiers all fell in pools of blood, and the already restless morale of the army was forcibly suppressed by this cruel method.

The general's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Lin Tian, ​​wishing he could devour him alive.

Yet, a chill crept into my heart.

With just one sword strike... the usually fearless Mongol elites fled in terror. Just who is this extraordinary being?

"Heh," Lin Tian's lips curled slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, "You thought that was the end? The show... has only just begun."

No matter how skilled one is in martial arts, it is ultimately within the limits of human power. Even though these soldiers were terrified, they would not simply surrender and wait to die.

Therefore, what Lin Tian needs to do is to completely shatter their psychological defenses!

Make them understand one thing completely—

They were utterly powerless to resist!

Even a mortal body dares to harbor thoughts of resistance.

But what if we are facing the might of heaven and earth?

Lin Tian held his breath, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing straight at the enemy troops who were waiting in full battle array ahead.

The entire army was completely silent; every pair of eyes was fixed on him, and even breathing seemed to freeze.

He suddenly smiled and roared:

"Ray is coming!!"

Before the words were finished—

"Boom!!!"

The clear sky was shattered as a bolt of lightning struck down from the heavens!

In an instant, the dawn light was illuminated by the thunder and fire, making it as bright as day. Lin Tian took in all the horror, shock, and despair on the faces of the Mongol soldiers.

"How is this possible?! This...this is absolutely impossible!" The Mongol general's face turned ashen, and his pupils contracted violently.

Coincidence? It must be a coincidence! It could never be supernatural!

"Keep calm!!" he roared suddenly, his voice like thunder. "That was just a celestial anomaly! We men of the grasslands are protected by the Eternal Heaven, what do we have to fear from this little bit of wind and thunder?! Look, who's injured? Who's dead? Nothing! Don't panic!"

His angry roar somewhat calmed the morale of the troops.

Indeed, the thunder was deafening, yet they were unharmed. The soldiers exchanged glances, their tense nerves slightly relaxing.

But what they didn't know was that Lin Tian's move, "Summoning Wind and Rain," while seemingly earth-shattering, was actually all show and no substance.

It wasn't that his supernatural powers were weak, but rather that his cultivation was too low to unleash true destructive power. Otherwise, a single lightning strike would have reduced an entire army to ashes.

"Heh... Can't scare me?" Lin Tian's eyes turned cold, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "Then let's do something real."

His eyes narrowed sharply, and he hissed, "The ground will collapse!"

In an instant—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

It was no longer the sky that exploded, but the earth that collapsed!

The ground beneath their feet trembled violently, as if an ancient behemoth were writhing in the abyss. A muffled roar rolled from the depths of the earth, accompanied by a chilling tearing sound, and the ground instantly exploded with several gruesome cracks!

Each crack is hundreds of meters long and several dozen feet wide, like a gaping maw of an abyss, greedily devouring everything!