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

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"Besides, I am a disciple of Quanzhen, and I believe in the Boundless Heavenly Venerable. If I kill you Buddhist disciples, the Heavenly Venerable might even give me credit and allow me to live a few more years so that I can continue to sever all ties with Buddhism."

"You—you are unworthy to be the Crown Prince of the Great Song Dynasty!" Wu Ku trembled all over, his cassock fluttering in the wind.

Lin Tian's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his killing intent surging: "Oh? You still know you're a citizen of the Great Song Dynasty? With the nation in peril, hiding in an ancient temple and avoiding the world is disloyal! Shaving your head and becoming a monk, betraying your ancestors, is unfilial! Disloyal and unfilial people are just wasting the harvest. You might as well die cleanly."

The moment he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and his fist exploded with power!

Wu Ku suddenly realized something was wrong and abruptly shook his sleeve—

The Robe Subduing Demon Skill!

With the infusion of internal energy, the soft cassock instantly became as hard as iron and steel, standing horizontally in front, as if to act as a golden shield to defend against the enemy.

But he underestimated the terror of that punch.

With a physique 27 times stronger than an average person and legendary first-grade internal strength, even without using any techniques, his sheer power is enough to overwhelm anyone!

boom--!!

His robe ripped apart, a surge of air erupted, and Wuku was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the beams and pillars of the meditation room, dust falling in a flurry.

But Wu Ku was only at the initial stage of the Innate Realm, how could he possibly withstand such an attack?

boom!

The cassock ripped apart, and Lin Tian unleashed a punch with the force of thunder. Wu Ku's chest caved in, all his ribs shattered, and broken bone fragments pierced his heart and lungs, causing blood to gush out. He was sent flying several feet away, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Abbot Brother!!"

"Abbot!!"

Two monks, dressed in red and yellow robes, roared and rushed forward, blocking Wu Ku's path. Their eyes were bloodshot as they stared intently at Lin Tian.

"Heh...you do have some loyalty." Lin Tian's lips curled slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "In that case, let's go together."

Before he finished speaking, he unleashed both fists simultaneously—the Great Demon-Subduing Fist!

His inner force solidified, his fist surged like a dragon, and the immense energy tore through the air, crashing down on the two of them.

These two were merely at the peak of the Acquired Realm, not even having crossed the threshold of the Innate Realm. Faced with this world-destroying attack, their pupils constricted, their bodies stiffened and turned cold, and only despair remained.

"Amitabha."

"Amitabha."

Two aged yet deep voices came from afar, accompanied by footsteps, and two old monks dressed in mud-gray robes slowly walked out.

One person raised his sleeve and flicked it lightly, dispelling the strong wind into nothingness; another person had already quietly slipped into the formation of martial monks and blocked the killing move of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Guards.

Lin Tian's eyes narrowed, then a sharp smile flashed across them—they've finally arrived. These two guys were indeed hiding their true strength. This world truly still harbors quite a few old monsters who have survived for centuries.

"Stop," he said calmly.

The thirty-six guards retreated in response, forming neat rows behind them. The original group of over two hundred warrior monks now numbered only thirty or forty, with mangled bodies scattered across the ground and blood staining the bluestone.

Two old monks stood side by side in front, one as thin as a rake, the other with skin as golden as paper.

"Amitabha." The gaunt man murmured with his palms together, "Your Highness has committed too many killings today. If you are willing to stop and leave, Shaolin is willing to obey Your Highness's orders and follow the orders of the Heaven and Earth Pavilion."

Lin Tian squinted at the two, then suddenly a smirk appeared on his lips: Something's not right... This appearance... is it not of Han Chinese blood? Not Han Chinese?!

His heart skipped a beat, and he guessed her identity almost instantly.

Standing with his hands behind his back, his voice was deep and cold: "You two... which one is Murong Bo? Which one is Xiao Yuanshan?"

Upon hearing this, the two old monks' pupils shrank sharply. They exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

The battle at Shaoshi Mountain that year once shook the martial arts world, but a century has long since faded the grudges. Now, not only among the martial arts world, but even within Shaolin Temple itself, only Abbot Wuku knows that two peerless monks are hidden deep within the Sutra Repository.

"Amitabha," the withered old monk slowly spoke, "Xiao Yuanshan is no more in this world, only Xuan Tong remains."

"This old monk is my ancestor," the golden-faced monk replied in a low voice.

Lin Tian looked at their unperturbed faces and scoffed, "The Buddhist sect is truly remarkable; they've even forgotten their own names. I wonder what your parents would think if they knew?"

The two remained unmoved. After more than 140 years of meditation, they had long since severed all emotions and desires, so why would they care about such ridicule?

"Is your master—that sweeping monk—still alive?" Lin Tian asked again.

His gaze was sharp as lightning, and he had already seen through their cultivation levels: perfect innate realm, having grasped the true meaning, but not yet reaching the legendary realm. Although they were extremely strong opponents, they were not enough for him to have a satisfying battle.

The two exchanged a glance, showing no surprise. Since he knew of their existence, he should naturally know of the sweeping monk as well.

"Twenty years ago, Master passed away peacefully." Xiao Yuanshan—or rather, Xuan Tong—said calmly.

"Oh? Dead?" Lin Tian looked slightly disappointed.

A person with perfect innate constitution could live to be two hundred years old, but passed away twenty years ago, indicating that he never broke through to the legendary realm. Thinking about it, it makes sense. Back in the battle at Shaolin, the Sweeper Monk condensed three feet of internal energy and withstood Xiao Feng's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms without injury; he was already a peak master then. A hundred years later, he is still trapped in this realm.

The realm of legends... In this world of gold-themed martial arts, it truly deserves only to be called "legend."

Seeing Lin Tian remain silent, Xiao Yuanshan spoke again: "Your Highness, are you satisfied with the previous proposal?"

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Are you deaf? I made myself perfectly clear—I came to Mount Song today for only one thing..."

He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, his killing intent palpable:

"Destroy Shaolin!"

Murong Bo's expression changed slightly, his voice low and hoarse, tinged with sorrow: "Your Highness... is there truly no room for maneuver?"

"...It's ironic that a Khitan and a Xianbei can be addressed so affectionately by me, the Crown Prince of the Great Song Dynasty. There's room for maneuver? Not none." Lin Tian chuckled, his tone as calm as the wind.

"Your Highness, please speak."

Even after all that was said, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo remained expressionless, showing no sign of anger.

"If you can defeat me—" Lin Tian stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes flashing slightly, "the Heaven and Earth Pavilion will retreat immediately. I personally promise to cede Mount Song to Shaolin. From this day forward, as long as the Great Song Dynasty survives, no one will be allowed to touch a single hair of Shaolin."

He paused, his voice turning colder:

"But if you do not accept the challenge, or are defeated by me... then I'm sorry, from this day forward, there will be no more Shaolin Temple in the world."

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo exchanged a glance, their eyes heavy with iron.

They couldn't fathom Lin Tian's true nature.

And this will never happen to those who are weaker than themselves.

In other words—Lin Tian is stronger than them!

Better than them all?!

Could it be... that I've stepped into the legendary realm?!

But how is that possible?!

He was the son of Emperor Lizong of Song, and at such a young age, he was certainly not an ancient monster who had reversed his aging process. Even with monstrous talent, it was impossible for him to break into the legendary realm at such a young age! Unless… he had mastered some kind of heaven-defying technique of concealing his aura!

Thinking of this, the two felt somewhat relieved.

Murong Bo spoke in a deep voice: "Does the Crown Prince intend to fight two against one?"

"Of course." Lin Tian smiled, hands behind his back. "You'll be bare-handed, and I won't use a sword. In this fistfight, there's only one rule—if you can remain undefeated within a hundred moves, I'll consider it a loss. How about it?"