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

Six months ago, at his command, hundreds of people from the Heaven and Earth Pavilion moved into Flat Mountain, digging tunnels and burying explosives. He himself even personally participated, using his supernatural powers to drive mountains and rivers to carve out tunnels. The entire interior of the mountain was already packed full of high-explosive gunpowder.

That thunderclap was the signal that ignited the fuse.

Six months of planning, now it all comes down to fire. Lin Tian stood atop the city wall, his eyes gleaming: How many Mongol soldiers will this single shot take away?

Two hundred thousand? That should be a sure thing.

Just as Kublai Khan was frowning in bewilderment, a muffled rumble suddenly came from the side of the mountain, one after another, as if the earth was roaring.

He turned his head sharply, his pupils contracted, and he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

The flat mountain trembled violently, as if the mountain god was enraged. Huge rocks collapsed, and broken rocks rained down. Bodies the size of bowls, heads, and even tens of feet wide rolled down, leaving blood and flesh flying everywhere, and screams of agony.

Even more terrifying is that the entire mountain has begun to tilt!

"This...how is this possible?! How...how did he do it?" Kublai Khan's face turned ashen as he stared intently at the figure standing with his hands behind his back on the city wall.

"Protect the Emperor! Quickly protect the Great Han!" Hulagu roared.

In an instant, dozens of giant shields were stacked on top of each other, forming an impregnable wall around Kublai Khan. Even when flying stones came like cannonballs, they failed to break through the defenses.

Kublai Khan was close to the city wall, so Lin Tian wouldn't be foolish enough to blow up his own target as well. Plus, with his personal guards providing desperate cover, his life was safe.

But the Mongol army behind him was not so lucky.

The soldiers were packed tightly together. They wanted to escape? Where could they escape to? There were people all around them, making it difficult to even turn around.

The boulder crashed down, crushing a large area in an instant; hundreds of people were instantly turned into minced meat, severed limbs and fragments flying everywhere. Cries of agony, screams, and pleas for mercy mingled together.

"Eternal Heaven! Why do you no longer protect us!"

"It's the mountain god! The mountain god of the Song Kingdom is angry!"

"Retreat immediately! The rear guard must retreat right now, or they'll all be buried here!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, on the city wall of Xiangyang.

"This... Your Highness, is this a magic spell you cast?" Meng Gong's eyes widened, his voice trembling as he asked, though he had no answer in his heart.

Lu Wende, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and the others were dumbfounded, their faces looking as if someone had forced a bucket of ice water down their throats.

Although the Heavenly Guardian and Earthly Guardian were aware of the situation beforehand, witnessing the landslide still sent shivers down their spines and made them gasp for breath.

"It's not magic."

Lin Tian shook his head slightly, raised his hand to tap his temple, and smiled slightly: "It's the power of knowledge."

The tremors subsided, and the smoke and dust dissipated.

The once majestic Flat Mountain had shrunk by half, as if someone had forcibly shaved off a layer of it. The Mongol army formation was in complete disarray, with corpses and rubble mixed together, a truly gruesome sight.

Lin Tian leaned on the railing and gazed into the distance, roughly estimating that the rolling rocks had covered about two-fifths of the enemy's territory, instantly annihilating 200,000. Another 54,000 were injured by flying rocks, their groans echoing across the field.

The total casualties were around 250,000, even exceeding his expectations.

Excellent, very good.

He stood with his hands behind his back on the city wall, his tone calm: "General Meng, the first thing I promised you has been done. Next, I will take Kublai Khan's head. Be prepared—once he is dead, I hope to see the battle I've been waiting for."

"Yes, Your Highness," Meng Gong replied solemnly.

Lin Tian could even blow up mountains, let alone say he wanted to kill Kublai Khan. Even if he claimed he could wipe out the remaining 100,000 troops with a wave of his hand, Meng Gong would nod in agreement without hesitation.

"Thirty-six Heavenly Guards, seventy-two Earthly Guards—follow me to smash through the Mongol camp! As for the rest, those who want to make a name for themselves, to kill the enemy and serve their country, I won't stop them. Those who want to cower on the city wall and watch the show, so be it." Lin Tian's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a cold blade cutting through the night sky, chilling to the bone.

Before he finished speaking, he had already leaped down from the city wall, his robes billowing out like a bolt of lightning tearing through the darkness.

One hundred and eight elite guards, not one uttered a word, not one hesitated. Thirty-six from the Heavenly Guard and seventy-two from the Earthly Guard, all followed their master, leaping down the high wall in unison. When they landed, dust exploded and killing intent soared into the sky.

"Hahaha! This old beggar has lived the most carefree life he's ever had in his life!" Hong Qigong laughed loudly, slamming his hand on the city wall before leaping into the air. "With the Grand Master personally taking to the field, what am I afraid of?"

A flash of green, and Huang Yaoshi stood with his hands behind his back against the wall, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Since this old beggar isn't afraid of death, how can I, Huang Yaoshi, fall behind? How about we make a bet—who can kill more Mongol Tartars? Do you dare to win?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Hong Qigong grinned, his eyes burning with fighting spirit. "In the past three years, I've chopped off at least eight hundred, if not a thousand heads!"

"Hmph, the past doesn't count." Huang Yaoshi sneered, "Only today matters, life and death are in the hands of fate, my head is the proof."

"Come on then! Do you think I'm afraid of an old beggar like you?"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them leaped down at the same time, like two eagles swooping down on their prey, and plunged straight into the enemy ranks.

Standing atop the city wall, Guo Jing gazed at the resolute figures, his heart surging with emotion. He took a deep breath and proclaimed loudly, "The mistake at Dasheng Pass nearly led to disaster. If Your Highness finds me of any use today, I am willing to pay with my blood! Master, Father-in-law, Jing'er has arrived!"

Having said that, he leaped into the air, his powerful internal energy protecting his body, and landed with a thunderous roar.

"Brother Jing..." Huang Rong's heart clenched, and she almost instinctively wanted to chase after him.

But suddenly a weight settled on her shoulder as a hand firmly pressed down on her.

Looking back, it was Yang Guo.

"Aunt Guo is pregnant and should not take any risks." Yang Guo's tone was calm, but it carried an undeniable firmness. "If you go to the front line, you will not only fail to help Uncle Guo, but you will also distract him from protecting you, which will only increase the danger."

Huang Rong paused, a flicker of struggle crossing her eyes. She understood, of course, but in her haste, her reason had been crushed by worry.

"But... Brother Jing..." She gazed at the distant battlefield, her voice as soft as the wind.

"Aunt Guo, there's no need to worry." Yang Guo smiled slightly, his eyes clear and bright. "Uncle Guo's martial arts are unparalleled. My master once said that even if Senior Hong and Senior Huang joined forces, they might not be his match. He will be fine."

He paused, then said in a low voice, "Besides... Uncle Guo treated me like his own son. With all my skills and my life, I should be the one to take a knife for him."

After saying that, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and was about to leap down.

"Guo'er!" Huang Rong suddenly spoke, her expression complex, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Yang Guo stopped and turned to look at her.

"There are some things... I want to tell you..." Her voice trembled slightly.

Yang Guo smiled gently: "Aunt Guo, are you implying that you were also involved in my father's death, right?"

"How...how did you know?!" Huang Rong's pupils shrank, as if she had seen a ghost.

"I already knew." He smiled calmly, but his eyes were clear as water. "Two years ago, Master told me everything. I hated and resented him. But ultimately, Father was wrong first. On Peach Blossom Island, although you didn't teach me martial arts, you taught me to read and write, and talked about the past and present. Those principles have benefited me to this day. I will always remember this kindness."