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

Guo Jing was overjoyed, feeling that Yang Guo had finally lived up to his expectations.

Standing beside him, Huang Rong's brows furrowed slightly. She hadn't forgotten how Yang Kang had died—the entanglements of past grievances, the blood and tears intertwined. That was why she had stubbornly refused to teach Yang Guo martial arts on Peach Blossom Island. Now, the child's skills far surpassed her own; if one day he learned the cause of his father's death… the thought made her heart tighten.

"This young man is ruthless! He actually managed to fight the Golden Wheel Monk to this extent!"

"That's unbelievable! If I were in that situation, I probably wouldn't last ten moves."

In the world of martial arts, what matters is not just skill, but also keen observation. Although they had never heard of the Golden Wheel Monk, the sheer force of their battle made the surrounding heroes' scalps tingle – it was a contest between people on completely different levels.

Logically speaking, even if Yang Guo had practiced the Nine Yin Manual, he would still be far behind in terms of experience. He shouldn't have had the advantage.

However, Jinlun Fawang was overconfident at the start and was struck squarely in the chest by Yang Guo's Great Subduing Demon Fist, causing him to vomit blood and suffer severe damage to his vital energy. The Nine Yin Manual, on the other hand, emphasizes using stillness to control movement and growing stronger the longer the battle lasts; the longer the fight drags on, the more obvious its advantage becomes.

After hundreds of moves, the tide of battle turned.

The five wheels were incredibly powerful, but each one was extremely heavy. Even though the Golden Wheel Monk had cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill and possessed the strength to uproot mountains, after wielding them continuously for so long, his aura began to become disordered, the wheel shadows slowed down, and his attacks were no longer as fierce.

Right now—

A glint flashed in Yang Guo's eyes. Seizing that momentary opening, he moved like a snake, flipped over like a cat, and mysteriously appeared behind him, unleashing a palm strike that shattered the heart!

"puff--!"

The Golden Wheel Monk's muscles were like iron, and his internal organs were not shattered, but he was also deeply injured, spurting blood and staggering to the ground.

Yang Guo stood tall, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Great monk, admit defeat. You've lost."

He then turned to Lin Tian with a grin, his face full of flattery: "Master, I won! Could you waive the ten days of confinement?"

Before the words were finished—

The Golden Wheel Monk, sprawled on the ground, suddenly gleamed with ferocity in his eyes. He grabbed a roulette wheel and hurled it with all his might! The sound of it tearing through the air was sharp and piercing, aimed straight for Yang Guo's back!

"Guo'er!! Watch out!!"

Guo Jing's eyes widened in fury, and he roared in anger. But he was only twenty or thirty steps away, too late to come to his aid!

Yang Guo had just relaxed his guard when he realized it was too late. He could only hastily circulate his internal energy to protect himself and prepare to take the blow head-on. If this blow had landed squarely, broken tendons and bones would have been the least of his worries!

"Bang—!"

A muffled thud, and dust billowed up.

Yang Guo closed his eyes, awaiting death, but felt no excruciating pain for a long time. He opened his eyes in astonishment and looked back—

"Master!!"

Lin Tian had appeared behind him unnoticed, his hand firmly gripping the spinning golden wheel that was flying towards him, remaining completely still.

He glanced at Yang Guo indifferently, his tone as cold as ice: "What have I ever taught you? You can't afford to relax even a little bit before the enemy breathes his last. Did you just take my words as a fart? Go back, and you'll be confined for twenty days, not a day less."

"Ah—Master, please stop..." Yang Guo was about to plead when he met Lin Tian's slightly angry eyes and immediately fell silent, obediently shutting his mouth.

"Your martial arts are superb. I am no match for you today. I will come to learn from you another day." The Golden Wheel Monk forced himself to stand up, his tone barely calm, but his feet were already poised to flee.

"Oh? You think you can just leave like that?" Lin Tian's lips curled up slightly, his smile faint. "I remember you just said you were coming to settle accounts—come on, let's settle them properly. Huo Du and Darba, I killed them both. Oh, and I didn't even bury their bodies; I just threw them into the valley to feed the wolves."

The Golden Wheel Monk's expression changed drastically, a flash of anger appearing in his eyes as he forcibly suppressed his surging killing intent: "They provoked the Quanzhen Sect, they deserve to die. Although they are my disciples, I do not blame the Quanzhen Sect. Are you satisfied now?"

"No, no, no." Lin Tian waved his hand gently, his smile deepening. "I'll stand right here and ask you to try and get revenge on me? Come on, don't be shy."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yang Guo clapped his hands and cheered from the side, "Master is right! Come and take revenge!" Before he finished speaking, he noticed Lin Tian glancing at him and immediately shrank back and fell silent.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King lowered his head, his knuckles clenched until they turned white, and his body trembled slightly—when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"Hand over the thirteen levels of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique." Lin Tian's tone was calm, yet as cold as a drawn blade.

In his previous life in the martial arts world, the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill" was one of the top three supreme divine skills among metal-type martial arts, especially the last three levels, which were said to be unmastered by anyone. Lin Tian had long heard of it, so how could he let it go?

The Golden Wheel Dharma King suddenly looked up, his face showing embarrassment: "This is a protective divine skill of the Tantric sect. Your actions are going too far!"

The first five levels are widely circulated, but the sixth level and above are sect secrets that cannot be passed on to anyone but the right person, let alone leaked to the enemy.

"I don't want to say it a second time." Lin Tian's voice remained gentle, but his eyes turned cold.

The Golden Wheel Monk's lips moved slightly, as if he was about to refuse, but upon meeting that icy gaze, his spine stiffened. He finally gritted his teeth, pulled a yellowed ancient book from his robes, and threw it forcefully: "Here you go! Can you leave now?"

Lin Tian casually flipped through the book; the pages were faded and the edges worn, clearly indicating it had been frequently read. He nodded—it couldn't be fake. Surely no one would carry a fake manual around with them every day, right?

He put away the book, looked up and smiled, "I think I only said I wanted the 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill,' but I didn't say I'd let you go after I took it. Guo'er, did I say that?"

"I never said that," Yang Guo shook his head vigorously.

"Senior Brother Guo," Lin Tian turned to Guo Jing again, "I didn't mention such a condition, did I?"

Guo Jing hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "Junior Brother Zhitian indeed did not make a promise... but—"

"No buts," Lin Tian interrupted directly. "As long as I'm not wrong, it doesn't count as breaking my promise. Keeping my word is my principle."

He looked at the Golden Wheel Monk again, his smile as gentle as ever, but his tone suddenly turned icy:

"So, do you want me to do it myself, or do you want me to end it all?"

"mean!!"

The Golden Wheel Monk, his eyes bloodshot, roared in a hoarse voice: "You so-called chivalrous men of the Central Plains are nothing but a bunch of shameless scoundrels! Hypocrites!"

No matter how loudly he roared, Lin Tian simply stood there with a smile, unmoved. In his eyes, this man was already a dying man. What harm was there in letting him shout a few more words before he died? It was just for entertainment.

"Brother Lin, may I have a word to say?" Wu Santong stepped forward from the crowd, cupping his hands in greeting, and said, "The martial world values ​​loyalty and righteousness. Since he has already acquired divine skills, why not spare his life..."

"Are you Wu Santong?" Lin Tian interrupted directly.

"It is indeed I," Wu Santong said, clasping his hands in a fist salute, his expression calm.

"I want to listen to you? Did I promise?" Lin Tian sneered, his eyes sharp as knives. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

The entire hall fell silent, everyone staring in disbelief, except for Yang Guo, whose eyes lit up: Here it comes! Master is about to blow everyone away!

As for Wu Santong—one of the most repulsive characters to Lin Tian in the entire world of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

When Lu Zhanyuan married He Yuanjun, two people made a scene at the wedding: one was Li Mochou, who was heartbroken, and Lin Tian understood.

The other one is Wu Santong. He says he looks down on Lu Zhanyuan, but in reality, he has long harbored wicked thoughts about his adopted daughter. If the man in his fifties were truly in love, Lin Tian could praise him for being vigorous and a master at flirting. But it's just one-sided wishful thinking, using the guise of family affection to satisfy his own desires; he's purely a beast in human skin.

"You! How dare you insult my father?!"

"Even if you are highly skilled in martial arts, my father tried to reason with you, but you acted so arrogantly and unreasonably!"

The brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen blushed and pointed at Lin Tian, ​​shouting angrily.

"Why should I curse him?" Lin Tian sneered, his eyes sharp as knives. "Because he was never a good person to begin with! For his own selfish desires, he ruined He Yuanjun and Lu Zhanyuan's wedding banquet; unable to defeat Li Mochou, he insisted on forcing himself on her, causing his wife to risk her life to save him, and finally went mad, abandoning his two sons and running away—does this kind of person deserve to sit here and call himself a hero?"