“Boom!”
Tuoba Ye was valiant and unrivalled, his punch bursting with boundless domineering aura.
“This is the unique Heaven and Earth Domineering Fist of the Ancient Sacred Land!” Lin Qianqian declared.
Lin Tian’s face showed no ripple of emotion. He struck out with a palm, yin and yang energies swirling in his hand, resembling a deep abyss.
“Bang!”
The collision of fist and palm produced a tremendous sound.
This strike ended in a draw.
“The seventeenth holy son of the Yin-Yang Sacred Land, nothing special,” Tuoba Ye taunted, brimming with wildness.
Lin Tian, with a cold smile, retorted, “Is the Ancient Sacred Land so short of people that they sent a useless fool like you to seize the saint’s inheritance? Are you even worthy?”
“Seeking death,” Tuoba Ye growled. Nine celestial caves suddenly appeared behind him.
Each cave radiated a terrifying aura, spreading out, utterly formidable.
At this moment, Tuoba Ye glowed with golden light, like a divine being.
Nearby, people from the three sacred lands gasped in awe.
“The bloodline of the Ancient Sacred Land is extraordinary, said to contain divine radiance. Their physical bodies, when cultivated to the peak, are as tough as divine artefacts. It’s said a fully realised sacred body can rival ancient emperors.”
“Though the Ancient Sacred Land has never produced an emperor, it remains one of the top sects in the Eastern Wilderness, a testament to its strength.”
“Brother Tuoba’s bloodline and talent are astonishing. It won’t be long before he breaks through to the Nascent Soul realm.”
However, Lin Tian sneered with disdain.
“Just nine celestial caves, and you’re so arrogant?”
As Lin Tian spoke, he formed hand seals. Instantly, his aura surged rapidly, and nine celestial caves appeared behind him as well.
Moreover, a stream of yin-yang energy shot from Lin Tian’s head, transforming into a peerless sword that slashed towards Tuoba Ye.
The sword’s radiance stretched dozens of metres, like a collapsing mountain peak, its momentum earth-shaking.
“One punch to shatter the heavens!”
Tuoba Ye roared, soaring into the sky, his golden fist smashing towards the sword’s edge.
“Rumble!”
An explosive sound erupted, the area dazzling with radiant divine lights dancing chaotically.
People from the three sacred lands retreated a kilometre. Even experts like Lin Qianqian, Huangfu Qi, and An Ruochen stepped back a hundred metres.
Tuoba Ye and Lin Tian clashed fiercely, neither willing to yield an inch.
“Not good, Brother Tuoba is going to lose,” Huangfu Qi said, his voice barely fading.
“Slap!”
Suddenly, Tuoba Ye took a palm strike, his body plummeting from the sky like a cannonball, crashing into the ground and creating a deep crater.
Lin Tian pursued from the air, stomping towards the pit, clearly intending to finish Tuoba Ye off.
“Swish!”
Huangfu Qi darted forward, wielding a pitch-black war spear, thrusting it fiercely towards Lin Tian’s heart.
Lin Tian opened his right hand, black and white energies appearing on its back. With a gentle twist of his wrist, he deftly deflected the spear.
The spear pierced the air, its immense force causing a sonic boom.
“Boom!”
Lin Tian reached out with his right hand, a massive palm print like a dark cloud covering the sky, engulfing Huangfu Qi in an instant.
“Kill!”
Huangfu Qi roared like an erupting volcano, his body brimming with power, relentlessly thrusting his spear.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
Soon, the palm print Lin Tian sent was riddled with holes by the spear. The sharp weapon unleashed hundreds of lethal intents, all shooting towards Lin Tian.
“Child’s play.”
Lin Tian didn’t take Huangfu Qi seriously. He raised his right hand, yin-yang energies condensing in his palm, and grabbed at the air.
“Crack, crack, crack…”
The lethal intents shattered instantly.
“Slap!” Lin Tian followed with another palm strike, forcing Huangfu Qi to stagger back.
“What? The holy son isn’t Lin Tian’s match?”
A kilometre away, disciples of the Primordial Sacred Land, seeing Huangfu Qi repelled by Lin Tian, were visibly shocked.
“How could the holy son lose to Lin Tian?”
This outcome was hard for the Primordial Sacred Land’s disciples to accept, as Huangfu Qi was their idol.
“I guess the holy son is probably just testing him, not using full strength.”
One disciple’s words gained the agreement of others.
“That must be it. If the holy son goes all out, Lin Tian wouldn’t stand a chance.”
“Just wait, the holy son is about to unleash his true power.”
“Once the holy son erupts, Lin Tian will surely meet his doom.”
After repelling Huangfu Qi with a palm, Lin Tian scoffed, “Trash!”
Huangfu Qi’s face darkened. Looking at Lin Tian, he said gravely, “I underestimated you. I didn’t expect such progress in just a few years. No wonder your master brought only you here.”
“I alone am enough to crush all of you,” Lin Tian said, turning to Lin Qianqian with a smile. “Want to join them?”
Lin Qianqian had the same thought. The three sacred lands had secretly formed an alliance, their fates intertwined. Seeing Tuoba Ye and Huangfu Qi no match for Lin Tian, she too wanted to act.
Moreover, Lin Tian held the saint’s inheritance.
Lin Qianqian stepped forward, standing beside Huangfu Qi.
At that moment, Tuoba Ye climbed out of the pit. Though he’d been struck into it, the Ancient Sacred Land’s physique was remarkable, and he was unharmed.
“Lin Tian, I don’t believe you can handle all three of us,” Tuoba Ye declared coldly.
Lin Tian remained calm, his gaze falling on An Ruochen, the holy son of the Heaven-Mending Sect nearby. He smiled, “And you? Will you join them against me?”
An Ruochen hesitated.
The Heaven-Mending Sect wasn’t allied with the three sacred lands. After witnessing Lin Tian’s prowess, he had only one thought: Lin Tian was not to be trifled with.
If he acted, he’d make an enemy of Lin Tian.
If he didn’t, once the three sacred lands defeated Lin Tian, they might turn on him.
As An Ruochen wavered, Huangfu Qi said, “Brother An, you’d better think carefully.”
“Your sect’s powerhouses are dead. If you join us to kill Lin Tian, you’ll get a share of the benefits.”
“If you don’t act, don’t expect any gains.”
After brief consideration, An Ruochen made his decision and stepped forward to stand beside Huangfu Qi.
“Lin Tian, I don’t believe the four of us together can’t kill you.”
Lin Qianqian said smugly, “I suggest you hand over the saint’s inheritance. That way, you might keep your life. Otherwise, you’ll be reduced to ashes.”
Lin Tian laughed, “You think numbers will kill me? Don’t dream! One is trash, four are still trash. A rabble can’t achieve anything!”
“Seeking death!” Tuoba Ye was about to strike when a noise came from behind.
“The people from the Qingyun Sword Sect have arrived,” An Ruochen said.
Yun Xi, leading the Qingyun Sword Sect disciples, arrived late. Seeing Tuoba Ye and the others confronting Lin Tian, she roughly understood the situation.
Huangfu Qi called out, “Fairy Yun Xi, you’ve come at the right time. Lin Tian has obtained two saint inheritances. We’re preparing to join forces to take him down. Will you join us?”
