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

He abruptly stopped his forward momentum, retreating two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), his pupils shrinking sharply as he stared intently at Kublai Khan's side—

"Amitabha."

A single Buddhist chant, as light as a falling leaf, made Lin Tian's eardrums ring.

Only then did he realize that the old monk had been there all along.

With his grey robe, withered hands, and downcast eyes, he seemed to have been by Kublai Khan's side ever since the start of the war.

Yet, as he charged from the city walls, stepping over corpses, he never once glanced at him!

absurd!

On the battlefield, the Khan had no generals or personal guards standing beside him, but instead a bald monk.

This whole thing is weird!

But Lin Tian simply ignored it—until the other party spoke.

There is only one explanation:

This old monk... he wasn't hiding well, he was simply not even in your "perceptual realm"!

As soon as the sword intent subsided, Kublai Khan gasped for breath, his lungs burning with pain.

But he was Kublai Khan.

The Great Khan of the Mongols, the founding emperor of the Yuan Dynasty.

Their resolve is as firm as a mountain forged from iron.

Before his breathing had calmed down, his complexion had returned to normal.

He glanced sideways at the old monk, then watched Lin Tian abruptly stop his attack and hastily retreat, a slow smile spreading across his lips—

"Oh."

"Your Highness, Grand Master of the Heaven and Earth Pavilion, a legendary Grandmaster..."

"What's wrong?"

"You dare not come within three zhang of me?"

"Or is it that—the dignified Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty—is afraid of me, a mere mortal who has not yet reached the Innate Realm?"

His words were sharp and pointed, specifically targeting Lin Tian's weaknesses—

If Lin Tian took just half a step forward, the old monk's hand would crush his skull.

"Shut up." Lin Tian raised an eyelid, his voice as cold as frost. "Believe me or not, I'll turn around and leave right now? And give you another 'Mountain Collapse' attack?"

"Guess—how many bones will be left of your half-hundred-thousand-strong army?"

"Oh right...were you just 'standing' here?"

"But you're clearly riding a horse."

"Does that mean Mongolians... all talk while standing up?"

"I apologize, I am ignorant and have never seen such a skill before."

Kublai Khan's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

He didn't believe Lin Tian could launch another catastrophe-level attack.

But he was afraid.

Afraid that Lin Tianzhen would storm off—

Three hundred thousand elite troops have been buried beneath the walls of Xiangyang, utterly annihilated.

Ruolin Tian patted his behind and returned to the city. The Song Dynasty suffered zero casualties, while the Mongols were left with only 200,000 remnants...

800,000 versus 200,000?

With Xiangyang's natural defenses in hand, what's the point of fighting this battle?

withdraw?

The losses of today cannot be recovered even in twenty years, and we must also be wary of a counterattack by the Song army.

But if Lin Tian were killed—

The morale of the Xiangyang army collapsed!

Two hundred thousand is enough to take down this iron city!

Lin Tian's gaze was like a knife, fixed on the old monk's face.

That's the strange thing—

This monk had clearly just entered the legendary realm; even his aura was still fluctuating.

Logically speaking, I could crush him with just one finger.

But the chill emanating from him was heavier, colder, and more... deadly than that of Wang Yuyan.

This is... way too outrageous!

"Old monk, what's your background? What's your name?" Lin Tian narrowed his eyes, his tone slightly deep.

"Amitabha."

The old monk's voice was clear and cold, like a still well: "This old monk is a disciple of the Vajrayana sect of Tibetan Buddhism in Mongolia. As for my name, I have long since abandoned it after decades of monastic life, but since you have asked, I will tell you—my Dharma name is... Eighth Master Eight."

Eighty-eight?!

Lin Tian's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart trembled violently.

He knew that name all too well.

Holy crap...

It's one thing to bring Wang Yuyan into the world of the temple, but why did you drag the Eighth Master into this too? This script is all wrong!

Wait a minute... something doesn't seem right.

If it were truly an existence of that level, the Mongols would have already razed the Song Dynasty to the ground. Besides, the Heaven and Earth Pavilion's intelligence network is no joke; how could they have missed even a single clue?

"Old monk," Lin Tian suddenly spoke, his eyes sharp, "do you know Meng Chixing and Pang Ban?"

He needed to confirm it. If the old man really did know him, he would make a run for it without saying a word.

joke!

The Eighth Master in "Shattered Void" is a genuine legendary fourth-realm giant. Facing an opponent of that level, Lin Tian has no chance of turning the tide.

The old monk pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "This old monk has never heard of these two people's names."

Lin Tian immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that you haven't heard of it, it's good that you haven't heard of it...

It turns out they just have the same name.

There was originally a person named Basiba in history; this guy probably just borrowed the same name. He's scaring himself unnecessarily.

Even so, this guy still exuded an eerie aura—that sense of crisis emanating from the depths of his soul was no exaggeration.

……

Know yourself and the enemy, a hundred battles will never end.

Lin Tian decided to try and trick him first.

"The Vajrayana school of Tibetan Buddhism? What's your relationship with the Golden Wheel Dharma King? What level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu have you reached?" He raised an eyebrow and pressed.

Even if he had mastered the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to the thirteenth level, it shouldn't have caused him such a strong sense of oppression. The problem must lie elsewhere.

"Amitabha." The old monk remained calm, unaware of any probing intent, and slowly said, "This old monk is dull-witted and not as capable as Junior Brother Jinlun. I have not been able to cultivate the protective divine skills of our sect. What I have learned is only the 'Mahamudra of Tibetan Tantra' and a miraculous skill I acquired in my childhood—the 'Heaven-Changing and Earth-Striking' spiritual technique."

What?! The "Heaven and Earth Shattering" mental technique?!

Lin Tian's eyelids twitched wildly, and he finally understood where that palpitation came from.

This is a forbidden technique that can strike directly at the soul and shake the heart! No wonder an old monk who is only at the legendary level could make him feel as if he were standing on the edge of an abyss.

but……

"You really don't know Meng Chixing, Pang Ban... and Chuanying? Old monk, monks don't lie, do they?" Lin Tian asked again, his tone scrutinizing.

The old monk closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then solemnly shook his head: "How dare a monk speak falsely? Because of my practice of 'Changing Heaven and Earth,' my memory is far superior to that of ordinary people. From the age of three until now, I have met a total of 239,674 people, of whom I know the names of 36,300. Not one of them has the same name as the three benefactors."

"..."

This memory is incredible...

Lin Tian was silent for two seconds, then sneered, "Old monk, although I have a fairly good impression of you, don't expect me to surrender easily. Since you won't rest until you kill me today, then let me see what you've got."

As soon as he finished speaking, his fighting spirit soared.

Indeed, "Heaven and Earth Strike" specializes in attacking the soul, making it difficult to defend against. However, once its trump card is seen through, even the most bizarre moves have countermeasures.

Villains die from talking too much—you shouldn't reveal all your secret techniques.

Keeping your mouth shut is the ironclad rule for survival. Lin Tian would never do something so foolish.

When he first heard the words "Eighth Division Eighth", his first thought was indeed to run away.

But then I thought about it again—

Even if you really are that powerful fourth-realm expert from "Shattered Void," even if I can't beat you, I can still kill you.

Yellow Turban Warriors, smash it!

One punch isn't enough, so I'll throw ten!

Between legends and myths lies an insurmountable chasm.

But Lin Tian stands on a higher dimension.