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

Ha, Lin Tian never cared.

Anyone who dares to look up will be cut down again, until no one dares to look directly at the sky.

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"Most people practice martial arts by merely refining their skin, strengthening their flesh, and stretching their tendons, but they never reach the marrow. Therefore, one's innate physical constitution determines the upper limit of one's achievements. However, the cultivation path of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill goes from the surface to the core—from the skin to the flesh, and from the flesh to the tendons. Only from the tenth level onwards does one truly enter the realm of 'refining tendons and penetrating bones.' No wonder no one has been able to cultivate it for thousands of years. Only those with copper skin and iron bones, and extraordinary talent, can withstand such backlash."

He casually tossed the supreme esoteric Buddhist technique aside, his tone as indifferent as the wind.

"Tianyi".

He stood with his hands behind his back in the hall, his voice as soft as a falling leaf.

A dark shadow swept past the door, and in the next instant, a person was kneeling before him, his aura as steady as an abyss.

"Your subordinate is here."

"The two-month deadline is approaching. How's the progress?" Lin Tian asked casually.

"Please forgive me, Your Excellency!" Tianyi lowered his head, his back slightly tense.

"Oh?" Lin Tian raised an eyebrow slightly. "Something went wrong?"

Tianyi quickly replied, "All other places have submitted, except for Shaolin Temple on Mount Song. They've stated they're closed for spiritual cultivation and only allow the registration of their warrior monks' whereabouts, refusing to be transferred. I sent Tianjiu, Tian Ershiqi, and Tian Sanshisan to negotiate, but they were all turned away… I'm willing to go to Shaolin personally immediately and will surely make them submit within two months!"

"Shaolin..." Lin Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his hand to say directly, "No need. Going will yield the same result."

He slowly rose to his feet, his voice low and chilling:

"The waters of Shaolin are far deeper than they appear. Issue the order—assemble the thirty-six Heavenly Guards, set off tomorrow, and follow me to flatten Mount Song."

boom!

Thirty-six Heavenly Guards appearing at once? That's a full thirty-six Innate Realm masters! Enough to crush half the martial world!

Even more shocking is that Lin Tian is going to take action himself!

Rumors circulate that he is at the peak of innate perfection, but only a very few people know that this great man has already broken through the shackles and entered the legendary realm, enough to be remembered in history!

Who exactly is this person who is in charge of Shaolin Temple, that he could be forced to come in person?

"Yes!" Tianyi responded and withdrew, his heart churning with turmoil, but he dared not show it on his face.

Watching that departing figure, a cold killing intent flashed in Lin Tian's eyes.

What a magnificent Shaolin Temple!

When war breaks out, they shut themselves away to avoid disaster; when war ends, they regain control of the righteous path and enjoy their fame.

That's a brilliant plan!

When the nation is in peril, we stand idly by; now we want to play the high and mighty card of seniority?

Since they are neither loyal nor righteous, they have no reason to exist.

The news spread like wildfire, quickly engulfing the entire martial arts world.

The Heavenly Pavilion is about to make its move; their target: Shaolin!

Although the temple has closed to the public, Shaolin's centuries-old prestige remains. The saying "All martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin" is no exaggeration.

If there is still a force in the martial arts world that can rival the Heaven and Earth Pavilion, the only one that comes to mind is this ancient temple with a history of thousands of years.

As a result, countless martial artists flocked to Mount Song, eager to witness this epic showdown.

"Sir, a large number of martial arts practitioners have gathered outside Shaolin Temple. Should we disperse them?" Tianyi approached Lin Tian and asked in a low voice.

In the distance, in front of the mountain gate, a large crowd of people gathered, making a great commotion.

Lin Tian shook his head, a cold smile playing on his lips:

"No need. Let them watch closely—let them see how Shaolin is uprooted."

"Only by seeing blood with one's own eyes will one feel fear; once fear is in one's heart, one will naturally understand what reverence is."

"Yes, sir."

At this time, the Shaolin Temple was already under heavy security.

In the square in front of the mountain gate, more than a hundred martial monks holding sticks stood in formation, their imposing presence as strong as iron.

The three people at the front were wearing red and yellow robes, and the one in the lead was none other than the current abbot, Wuku.

Seeing Lin Tian and his men approaching to within ten paces, Wu Ku clasped his hands together and bowed, his tone gentle yet neither humble nor arrogant:

"This humble monk, Wuku, respectfully welcomes His Highness the Crown Prince to our temple."

"The 'Wu' generation?" Lin Tian raised an eyebrow and smiled, his tone suddenly turning playful. "Do you have any monks named Wukong, Wujing, or Wuneng?"

"Um?"

Wu Ku was taken aback, but then understood and said softly, "Your Highness is joking."

"So, there isn't one."

Lin Tian sneered, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

Without those big shots backing you up, you dare to be so tough?

I'm not afraid of you!

Lin Tian's tone suddenly turned cold, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Abbot, I heard from the brothers of the Heaven and Earth Pavilion that your Shaolin Temple doesn't intend to take orders from me?"

"Amitabha."

Wu Ku clasped his hands together and chanted softly, his expression calm: "Your Highness, Shaolin is a place of pure cultivation, and we do not wish to be involved in worldly killings. I hope Your Highness will understand."

"Compassion?" Lin Tian sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "With the nation in peril, does your Shaolin Temple intend to stand idly by? How naive! Do you bald monks even have the word 'Great Song' in your hearts? If you lack loyalty and righteousness, what use is this temple?"

He understood the bitterness in silence.

As the abbot of Shaolin Temple, his cultivation had reached the initial stage of the Innate Realm, surpassing even the Five Greats in the martial world. Yet, at this moment, he clearly sensed that among the thirty-six auras behind Lin Tian, ​​the weakest was actually at the same level as him!

Thirty-six Innate Realm experts?!

Wu Ku was terrified, his vision blurred, and he almost lost his footing. Didn't the intelligence say that the Heaven and Earth Pavilion only had seventy-two Perfected Acquired Realm cultivators? How could... such terrifying combat power suddenly appear out of nowhere?

If it were a few dozen post-natal experts, they could still use the 108 Arhats Formation, the 18 Bronze Men Formation, and the Vajra Subduing Demons Circle to fight to the death. But now their opponents are all innate, each capable of flattening an entire martial arts academy, not to mention Lin Tian, ​​who is rumored to have reached the peak of the innate realm, standing behind the formation, coldly looking down!

"Amitabha..." Wu Ku's face turned ashen, and he finally lowered his head. "Your Highness, there are eight hundred Shaolin monks and four hundred and seventy martial arts practitioners. We wish to send three hundred staff-wielding monks to be at the disposal of the Heaven and Earth Pavilion. Is that acceptable...?"

"Is it possible?" Lin Tian chuckled twice, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Only now are you willing to back down? You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin, is that it? I'll say it again—I'm not here to negotiate. The deadline has long passed. I'm here today for only one thing…"

He slowly raised his hand, his voice as cold as ice striking the ground:

"Exterminate the entire family."

"Heavenly Guards—Kill! All the martial monks, leave no one alive! Anyone who kneels and surrenders will have their skills nullified but their life spared. This is a one-time exception."

"Yes, sir!" Thirty-six figures responded in unison, their voices echoing through the mountains and forests.

In the next instant, the Sunflower Movement Technique suddenly erupted, as swift as a ghost. The thirty-six people transformed into afterimages, bursting out from behind Lin Tian and rushing straight into the group of Shaolin monks.

The formation of 108 Arhats was not yet complete, and the formation of 18 Bronze Men was not yet fully encircled—how could the might of the innate be hindered by ordinary formations?

The blade flashed like needles, and blood rained down. Every strike pierced chests and abdomens, every step treading on corpses. Those martial monks who had just entered the Acquired Realm, or even the First-Class Realm, were nothing but lambs to the slaughter before the Innate Realm experts. In the blink of an eye, more than ten people collapsed to the ground, convulsing, and then fell silent.

Wu Ku's eyes widened in fury as he roared, "Crown Prince! You've slaughtered a thousand monks! Aren't you afraid that Buddha will unleash karmic fire upon you and burn your soul?!"

"Oh?" Lin Tian raised an eyebrow indifferently. "Angry? You monk, with such a strong sense of anger, what kind of Buddhist practice are you? I remember that Buddhism forbids greed, anger, and ignorance. With your temper, you probably haven't even passed the initial stage."