The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

A clear, resonant sword cry, like a dragon's roar breaking the dawn, echoed throughout the official road.

The moment the longsword was drawn, a streak of azure light suddenly erupted, and the scorching sword energy spread out as if it were a tangible substance, causing the disciples charging in the front to catch their breath and involuntarily slow their pace by a fraction.

At the same time, he pulled his left hand back, and the heavy Dragon Slayer Blade was raised with one hand with a "hum" as it cut through the air.

The blade is as black as ink, with a thick back and a thin edge. The coiled dragon pattern shimmers with a dark golden luster in the morning light. When it is not drawn, it is plain and unadorned, but when held in the hand, it exudes a domineering aura that looks down on the world. The blade trembles slightly, as if a dragon's roar is hidden within.

"kill!"

Lin Mu let out a low shout, and instead of retreating, he advanced, charging straight into the crowd.

With his left hand, he swept out the Dragon Slayer Blade, revealing the swiftness and domineering power of the Gale Blade Technique.

The blade howled like thunder, carrying the immense power to shatter mountains and split rocks as it slashed towards the three disciples charging from the left.

The longsword, forged from fine iron, was as brittle as rotten wood under the Dragon-Slaying Saber. Several crisp "crack" sounds rang out in succession, and the longsword broke completely!

The blade's momentum didn't diminish; with a terrifying flash of blood, it cleaved the three men and their swords in two. Scalding blood and entrails splattered onto the yellow earthen road, emitting a pungent, fishy stench and staining the ground red.

The sword in his right hand, Yitian, is completely different; the unpredictable and fierce nature of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique is brought to its fullest potential.

The sword light flashed like a serpent emerging from its hole, its angles incredibly tricky.

Sometimes it pierces from under the armpit, precisely targeting the throat; sometimes it sweeps across the ground, severing the ankle; sometimes it thrusts diagonally down from the top of the head, piercing the heart.

The blue light flickered erratically, so fast that it left only afterimages. Each sword strike was accompanied by a short scream, either blood gushing from the throat or a piercing through the heart. Every sword strike sealed the throat, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen disciples had fallen into pools of blood, their corpses piling up and hindering the advance of the next group.

One is firm, the other gentle; one is fierce, the other cunning.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber crashed against the shore like a raging torrent, unstoppable. Its blade energy shattered rocks and split trees, leaving men and horses sprawling and blood and flesh flying everywhere it passed.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword moves like a ghost, impossible to defend against. Its flashing light targets the enemy's vitals, swift and agile, killing in an instant.

Lin Mu wielded two divine weapons, seamlessly integrating two completely different martial arts styles. With the sword and saber combined, they formed an impenetrable defensive circle in front of him.

The thirty-odd disciples from Songshan who were at the forefront fell dead before they could even touch the hem of his clothes. Their bodies were piled up in layers, and blood flowed like a river.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye. Zuo Lengchan didn't come to his senses until he saw the corpses all over the ground. His eyes showed an incredulous look of horror.

[With swords and blades clashing, his movements like a ghost, and two divine weapons in hand, this kid's strength is terrifyingly powerful!]

He was deeply shocked, thinking to himself, "To capture this person, I'm afraid my Songshan Sect will have to pay an unbearable price!"

"How could this young man, at such a young age, have learned such extraordinary skills, and where did he obtain such a divine weapon that can cut through iron like mud?"

While they were pondering, Le Hou, the fourth bodyguard behind Zuo Lengchan, stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Sect Leader, this kid is ruthless and his moves are strange. He is definitely not from a reputable sect. He must be a demon from the Demonic Sect!"

"When dealing with evil spirits, there's no need to follow any rules of the martial world. If we all attack together, we'll surely be able to surround and kill them here!"

"Indeed! Heretics and evil forces deserve to be punished by everyone!"

The other members of the Songshan Protectors echoed this sentiment, their eyes filled with apprehension as they looked at Lin Mu.

In that brief moment, the enemy slaughtered over thirty people as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. In a one-on-one fight, none of them were confident they could survive.

Chapter 16: A Lack of Martial Morality

Lin Mu scoffed at this, his tone full of sarcasm: "If you can't beat them, you call me a demonic cultist?"

"To make bullying the weak sound so noble, is this all the Songshan Sect is capable of?"

"If you're so tough, let's have a one-on-one fight!"

"Humph, it's useless to talk more!"

Zuo Lengchan wouldn't fall for such a cheap trick. His eyes darkened, and he made a decisive order: "Disciples, listen to my command! Follow me to surround and kill the demonic cultists!"

As long as you kill all the enemies present, the dead won't say that your victory was unfair; pragmatism is the key.

Seeing the swarm of Songshan Sect disciples rushing towards him, Lin Mu was not angry but pleased, a sly glint in his eyes: "Since you have no martial ethics, then don't blame me—attack!"

"what?"

Zuo Lengchan's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Just as he was wondering, a series of rapid "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sounds suddenly rang out, the sound of air being cut was sharp and piercing!

Suddenly, countless arrows shot out from the grass and woods on both sides of the official road, like locusts flying across the land, dense as rain, carrying a sharp wind, and heading towards the unsuspecting Songshan disciples.

"No, there's an ambush!"

"It's a rain of arrows, get out of the way..."

"Despicable and shameless! Ah—!"

The sounds of arrows piercing flesh and screams of agony rose and fell.

Caught off guard, the Songshan Sect disciples at the forefront were instantly riddled with bullets. Those in the middle tried to retreat to avoid the bullets, but were blocked by the charging rear, causing chaos and their formation to collapse in an instant.

Lin Mu, Liu Zhengfeng, Qu Yang, and the others stood still, looking at the chaotic scene before them, and knowing smiles appeared on their faces.

This was precisely the backup plan that Lin Mu had Liu Zhengfeng arrange in advance!

He had long ago instructed Liu Zhengfeng to use his status as an official of the imperial court to secretly contact the Hengshan County government and, under the pretext of "suppressing the rebels," transfer five hundred archers to the government camp. These archers were to be ambushed in hidden locations on both sides of the official road, waiting for the Songshan faction to enter the pre-set firing range.

Zuo Lengchan watched as his disciples fell in droves, arrows raining down upon him. Enraged, his eyes widened in fury as he roared, "Liu Zhengfeng! How dare you collude with the government to attack my Songshan Sect! Good! Very good indeed!"

A chilling aura emanated from him, and he slammed out his palms with fierce force, knocking away all the arrows aimed at him. However, he could not stop the rain of arrows from slaughtering his disciples.

The arrows came in dense and rapid bursts, their iron arrowheads painted black, their shafts whistling sharply as they pierced the air, wave after wave pressing down on people until they could hardly breathe.

Five hundred archers knelt in the grass, their bowstrings drawn taut like full moons, unleashing five volleys of arrows without ceasing.

The Songshan disciples around Zuo Lengchan fell one after another.

Some were pierced in the chest by arrows, staggering backward with the arrow shaft still attached; others were shot in the knees, screaming and falling to their knees, only to be pinned to the ground by subsequent arrows; still others tried to raise their swords to block the arrows, but were pierced through the sword net by a dense barrage of arrows, their bodies riddled with arrows, and they collapsed to the ground like hedgehogs.

Screams, wails, and the thud of arrows piercing flesh mingled together, echoing across the official road and sending chills down one's spine.

"Lin! Mu!"

Zuo Lengchan's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the figure in green robes not far away, his teeth grinding together, wishing he could rush up and devour the figure alive.

Just as he was about to charge forward, a stray arrow grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody gash, forcing him to dismount and shake off the arrow by waving his cloak.

However, his horse was instantly shot down and fell to the ground, neighing in pain.

Lin Mu laughed and said, "Zuo Lengchan, your horse is gone!"

"Damn it, how dare you kill my horse!"

Zuo Lengchan was both shocked and furious. He watched as the Songshan disciples fell rapidly, and even some of the Nine Great Protectors were hit by arrows and fell to the ground. A bone-chilling coldness rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He knew perfectly well that he had been utterly defeated this time.

The century-old foundation of the Songshan Sect is likely to be ruined in his hands!

After several waves of arrows, the official road was littered with corpses. Only a dozen or so disciples of the Songshan Sect survived, all wounded and ashen-faced.

Five of the Nine Great Protectors died, and the remaining Le Hou, Tang Ying'e, and others were also hit by several arrows, with arrow shafts stuck in their shoulders and thighs, their clothes soaked in blood, and they could not even stand steadily.

Even Zuo Lengchan himself was hit by an arrow in the left shoulder. Although it did not hit any vital organs, it still caused his blood to surge and made him feel extremely painful.

Looking at the soldiers who marched out of the bushes, each dressed in black, carrying a longbow, with a sword at their waist, and the captain-like man even carrying Liu Zhengfeng's military seal.

Zuo Lengchan gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse: "Liu Zhengfeng, you actually colluded with the government and secretly laid an ambush, how despicable..."

Before his words had even finished, Lin Mu's figure suddenly vanished from the spot, leaving only a faint blue shadow.

Before the several Songshan disciples, who were already staggering after being hit by arrows, could react, they saw a flash of cold light before their eyes.

Lin Mu appeared before them like a ghost, wielding the Heaven-Slaying Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber simultaneously.

"Tsk!!!"

The blade flashed like ink, and the sword energy shone like a rainbow, suddenly bursting forth in the crowd.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword precisely pierced one person's throat, spurting blood; the Dragon-Slaying Saber swept across, cleaving two people in two at the waist, their internal organs and blood mingling and spilling onto the ground, sticky and stinking.

In an instant, Lin Mu killed ten people, including two Songshan Taibao who were wounded by arrows. His movements were clean and swift, without any hesitation.

"Stop! You bastard!"

Zuo Lengchan was shocked and furious. He cursed and tried to rush forward to stop him, but he met Lin Mu's mocking eyes.

"No rush, take your time."

Lin Mu's lips curled into a cold smile. As he spoke, the Heaven-Slaying Sword pierced out with lightning speed, striking Le Hou squarely in the heart.

This "Master of Yin and Yang" collapsed into a pool of blood without uttering a sound.

"I'll kill and listen at the same time, without wasting any time."

Before he finished speaking, the Dragon Slayer Saber slashed at Tang Ying'e again, the blade whistling as it sliced ​​off half of his skull.

Tang Ying'e screamed and fell to the ground, trembling a few times before losing consciousness.

"You deserve to die!"

Seeing his bodyguards and elite disciples all wiped out, Zuo Lengchan went completely mad.

Ignoring his arrow wounds, he charged towards Lin Mu, his hands gathering thick frost that visibly emanated from his palms as he slammed them down on Lin Mu.

Two extremely cold air currents shot towards Lin Mu like ice arrows. Wherever they passed, the air condensed into a thin layer of white frost, and the weeds along the official road were frozen with a layer of ice crystals. Even breathing carried a white mist.

This was Zuo Lengchan's "Frosty True Qi," which he had painstakingly cultivated for ten years. It was originally intended as a trump card to counter Ren Woxing's "Star Absorbing Technique," but now he was using it to fight desperately!

Despite sensing the biting cold that was approaching, Lin Mu remained calm and composed.

He plunged the Dragon Slayer Blade into the ground with his left hand. With a loud "boom," the yellow earth shattered and flew everywhere. The shockwave from the blade spread out like ripples, instantly weakening the cold air by 30%.

At the same time, he swung the Heaven-Slaying Sword back with his right hand, and his pure Yang energy flowed continuously into the sword. The sword light suddenly condensed into a pale golden barrier, which, like the blazing sun, shattered the remaining cold air.

The thin ice, upon encountering the golden light, instantly turned into water droplets; the white frost, upon touching the sword energy, evaporated into mist, leaving not even a trace of chill.

"What kind of true energy is this? It can actually break through my Frost True Energy!"

Zuo Lengchan was shocked, his pupils contracted sharply, and before he could recover from the shock, he saw Lin Mu draw the Dragon Slayer Saber with his left hand, flick his wrist, and swing the saber at him from a distance.

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Chapter 17: Heavenly Frost Fist

The scorching blade energy swept in, its color like crimson flames. Wherever it passed, the air was distorted and deformed by the heat, and the undried blood on the ground evaporated instantly, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

Zuo Lengchan dared not take the hit head-on and hurriedly dodged to the side. He felt a scorching heat wave sweep past him from a meter away. His temple hair instantly curled and turned yellow, and even half of his eyebrows were singed off.

Looking at where the blade's energy landed, a scorched, blackened trench, half a foot deep, was carved into the ground, and the pebbles along the trench were glowing red-hot.

The old locust tree behind him, which was so large that it would take one person to encircle it, was cleaved in two by the sword energy. Flames burst forth from the crack, and the trunk crackled and popped as it was quickly charred black.

[What a powerful blade aura! It even catches fire! Could it be the long-lost Shaolin Burning Wood Blade Technique?]

Zuo Lengchan was shocked, cold sweat poured down his back, and he was increasingly unable to figure out Lin Mu's identity and background.

At this moment, he had no will to fight left, only the thought of running away.

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. As long as we can return to Songshan alive, we will always have a chance to take revenge in the future!

However, the moment the thought of escaping arose, Lin Mu's figure appeared behind him as if by teleportation.

Zuo Lengchan felt a chill on the back of his neck, and before he could turn his head, he heard a soft "plop" sound.

The next moment, his head was severed from his neck and rolled several feet away with a terrified expression. Blood spurted three feet high from his cavity, staining the surrounding ground and weeds red.

"If you kill someone, you kill someone. Why make such a fuss?"

Lin Mu let out a soft breath, casually tore off a corner of Zuo Lengchan's cloak, and slowly wiped the bloodstains off the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.

After wiping them clean, he sheathed his swords, his movements as calm as if he had only accomplished a small task.

[Ding! Side quest: 'Eliminate Evil' has been completed!]

[Reward Received: Heavenly Frost Fist!]

[Heavenly Frost Fist: Originating from the world of "Storm Riders," it is one of the three great techniques of the Overlord. The fist technique consists of ten moves and fourteen forms. When mastered, a single punch can freeze an area of ​​a hundred feet, its chilling aura corroding to the bone, and it is indestructible!]

[Complementary cultivation techniques: Internal energy "Heavenly Frost Qi" (after cultivation, an ice core forms in the dantian, continuously supplying frost qi to enhance the power of fist techniques and resist both cold and heat poisons); Footwork "Frosty Treading on Thin Ice" (movement is as if treading on thin ice, the figure is unpredictable and ghostly, and it can slow down the enemy's movement speed, complementing the freezing effect of Heavenly Frost Fist).]

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