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

He paused, his voice gentle yet unyielding: "I asked my master whether I should seek revenge. He said to ask my conscience. These past three months, I've stayed by your and Uncle Guo's side, watching you treat each other with respect, watching you serve the country and its people... I've come to terms with it. My parents gave me life, and they also raised me. Mother, Master, Uncle Guo, and you... you are all my family. Master is right—the kindness of raising is greater than the kindness of giving birth."

He looked up at the battlefield, his eyes resolute in the firelight.

"Alright, that's enough. If we dawdle any longer, our master and the others will wipe out all the Mongol Tartars."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped down, his figure as swift as a sword cutting through the formation.

"Guo'er..." Huang Rong watched the departing figure, tears silently streaming down her face, her heart filled with shame that overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Beneath the city walls, Kublai Khan's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the place where Lin Tian had gone, a place of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, where swathes of soldiers fell every breath.

"Kill!! Kill him for me!!" he roared like a beast, his voice distorted and deformed. "Whoever can land a single blow on him will be promoted three ranks and rewarded with a thousand taels of gold! Whoever can take his life—promoted five ranks! Rewarded with a hundred thousand taels of gold!!!"

In less than a quarter of an hour, the 200,000-strong army was annihilated. Kublai Khan was heartbroken and devastated. Since the Mongol cavalry swept across the land, when had there ever been such a crushing defeat? Not to mention the loss of 200,000 in a single battle, even all the wars fought over the years had not resulted in such shocking casualties!

At this moment, he finally understood—

This is not war.

This is a massacre.

Moreover, the Mongol population was far smaller than that of the Song Dynasty, and assembling an army of 500,000 was already an exhaustion of the nation's resources.

This sum of 800,000 was nothing to the Song Dynasty, but to the Mongols, it almost drained nearly 80% of the young and strong men of the entire grassland!

The annihilation of 200,000 elite troops was equivalent to cutting off 30% of the Mongol fighting force—even if Kublai Khan had ultimately won this battle, it would have been an indelible stain on his record and a disgrace etched into history.

How could he not hate Lin Tian?!

At this moment, Kublai Khan's eyes were bloodshot, and he wished he could skin Lin Tian alive, tear him apart, and drink his blood!

"Spot him with one strike, and you'll be promoted three levels and rewarded with a thousand taels of gold! The one who kills him will be promoted five levels directly and rewarded with a hundred thousand taels of gold!!" Kublai Khan roared.

Before the words were even finished, tens of thousands of Mongol soldiers' eyes flashed with a hungry, wolf-like green light, and their breathing became heavy.

"Kill him!! Brothers!! Just one strike and you'll enjoy wealth and glory for the rest of your life!!" Countless Mongol soldiers raised their scimitars and surged towards Lin Tian like a tidal wave.

One hundred thousand iron cavalrymen galloped in, the earth trembled, dust billowed into the sky, and battle cries tore through the heavens, as if the entire battlefield was shaking.

If Lin Tian were still at the Innate Realm, even at the Perfection of the Innate Realm, he would only be able to temporarily avoid the onslaught of such a massive human wave – just like when he encountered five thousand iron cavalry at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain back then, he would use his power to overwhelm them rather than confront the raging torrent head-on.

After all, whether it's innate, legendary, or mythical, it's still just flesh and blood. The saying "many ants can kill an elephant" applies everywhere.

Although he had already entered the second realm of legend, Lin Tian was not arrogant at all. He knew that it was impossible for one person to crush an army of two or three hundred thousand head-on.

His only goal was to behead Kublai Khan. The rest was up to Meng Gong.

The sword strikes like a dragon!

A sword aura over ten zhang long swept across the battlefield, utterly destroying everything in its path!

Wherever it passed, it was like a string of candied hawthorns, instantly piercing dozens of Mongol soldiers, their bodies exploding, and blood mist spreading everywhere.

Even so, compared to the overwhelming enemy forces, these casualties were but a drop in the ocean.

As soon as the front row collapsed, the back row immediately filled in, layer upon layer, blocking the way forward.

Lin Tian frowned slightly. If they continued killing like this, when would they ever get close to Kublai Khan? He himself was not afraid, but the Thirty-Six Heavenly Guards, the Seventy-Two Earthly Guards, and Guo Jing, Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi, and others could not be sacrificed here in vain!

He was ruthless to his enemies, but fiercely protective of his own people.

"Heavenly Guards—form the Heavenly Gang Formation! Earthly Guards—form the Earthly Fiend Formation! Clear the way for me from the left and right! The rest of you, clear away any stragglers! Once I have beheaded Kublai Khan, retreat immediately and do not linger in battle!" Lin Tian ordered sternly.

"Yes, sir!"

"Don't worry, Grand Master, this old beggar knows what's important."

"Your Highness, take care."

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The two major formations, Tiangang and Disha, both evolved from the Tiangang Beidou Formation of the Quanzhen School and were created specifically to complement the Tianziwei and Diziwei formations.

At this moment, Lin Tian transformed into a sharp blade, tearing a gap in the enemy formation; Tian Gang and Di Sha, like two spinning millstones, annihilated the surrounding enemy troops, constantly widening the gap and propelling Lin Tian straight to the center.

Once the formation was complete, it advanced several feet in just a few breaths.

Seeing Lin Tian closing in step by step, Hulagu's expression turned grave, and he whispered, "Great Khan! Please retreat from this place immediately! No matter how strong Lin Tian's martial arts are, once he is surrounded by our army, he will eventually die from exhaustion. If you stay here, you will only be taken advantage of!"

"No need!" Kublai Khan sneered, his gaze like a knife. "I am the Great Khan of the Mongols, how could I retreat on the battlefield? I want to watch him die before my very eyes!"

An old monk beside him spoke slowly, his voice as calm as a still well: "Great Khan, do not worry. As long as he dares to step within three zhang of me, he will surely be killed."

He was dressed in a gray robe, his expression desolate, as if he were not on a battlefield, but sitting in a Buddhist temple.

"Thank you for your trouble, Master." Kublai Khan said in a deep voice, "After today, if you can kill this traitor, Tibetan Buddhism will become the state religion of Mongolia."

He hated Lin Tian to the extreme. Not to mention sealing off the sect, even if someone proposed dividing the territory, he would agree without hesitation.

"Amitabha," the old monk murmured, a barely perceptible ripple finally flickering in his deep, pool-like eyes.

Along the two-hundred-foot-long path of the charge, nearly ten thousand Mongol soldiers had fallen at the feet of Lin Tian and his group.

The Heavenly Guards were still able to hold on, but many of the Earthly Guards had pale faces and disordered breathing—signs that their internal energy was nearly exhausted.

Lin Tian knew perfectly well what was going on.

We can't delay any longer...

Lin Tian's eyes sharpened. Twenty feet away, Kublai Khan sat upright on his horse, his armor gleaming.

Who dares to carry out the punishment on behalf of Heaven?

The Ten Strongest Martial Arts - Destiny Sword Path - Final Form!

The sword energy exploded like a waterfall, spanning twenty feet, like a silver-white screen tearing the heavens and earth apart!

The hundreds of elite armored soldiers who stood in front of Kublai Khan didn't even have time to scream before their heads flew off, their armor shattered, and blood mist rose into the air—they evaporated on the spot!

Kublai Khan was not without his killings.

It's not like I've never seen blood before.

But this sword strike made his back go numb, and cold sweat soaked through the reins on his palms.

His Adam's apple bobbed—

Am I really going to die here?

"Kill him!! Chop him to pieces!!" he roared, his voice cracking slightly.

Military orders are like knives, and personal guards are like madmen.

Even though her legs were trembling, she gritted her teeth and lunged at Lin Tian.

But how could they possibly catch up?

Lin Tian's figure flashed, and without even stirring up a gust of wind, he had already covered nearly twenty feet!

The longsword pierced the air, aiming straight for Kublai Khan's throat—

Ten zhang!

Seven zhang!

Five feet!

Three zhang!

The hair on the back of my neck suddenly stood on end!

A chill, more piercing than ancient ice, more precise than a death omen, pierced straight to the soul!

This feeling... I've never even experienced it when I was fighting Wang Yuyan to the death!

The sword strike came to an abrupt halt!