A trace of solemnity flashed in Lin Tian’s eyes.
There was already discord between the Yin-Yang Sect and the Qingyun Sword Sect, and among these people, the one he feared most was Yun Xi.
If Yun Xi joined the three sacred lands against him, he would face immense danger.
“Yun Xi, are you also going to team up with these rats to deal with me?” Lin Tian shouted.
Yun Xi glanced at the people from the three sacred lands and said, “The saint’s inheritance depends on fate. Since it’s not meant for me, I won’t force it.”
Hearing this, Lin Tian breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Qianqian snorted coldly, “Acting all high and mighty. If you didn’t want the inheritance, why enter the tomb?”
Lin Qianqian, the holy maiden of the Chaos Sacred Land, was often compared to Yun Xi. Without exception, everyone believed Yun Xi surpassed her.
Most importantly, Yun Xi ranked third on the Heavenly Fairy List, while Lin Qianqian didn’t make the list.
Thus, Lin Qianqian harboured deep jealousy towards Yun Xi.
“It’s good she’s not joining us. If she did, we’d have to share the benefits with her,” Huangfu Qi remarked.
Tuoba Ye said, “No more wasting time. Let’s kill Lin Tian.”
At once, Huangfu Qi, Lin Qianqian, Tuoba Ye, and An Ruochen stepped forward together.
A great battle was about to erupt.
Lin Tian watched the four approach, showing no fear. Instead, he beckoned with a finger, smiling, “Come on, you losers, meet your doom!”
All four were prodigies of the younger generation. Provoked to their faces, they were enraged and attacked immediately.
“Boom!”
Tuoba Ye glowed with golden light, like a divine king swallowing mountains and rivers. His punch surged towards Lin Tian, as if the heavens were collapsing.
Huangfu Qi brandished his war spear, a terrifying killing intent sweeping out like a relentless, rushing river.
Lin Qianqian spun, countless divine needles shooting from her sleeves, blanketing the sky towards Lin Tian.
As for An Ruochen, he unleashed an unparalleled aura, striking with a palm that radiated brilliant divine light.
All four unleashed lethal moves.
In the distance, onlookers were visibly moved.
Four young prodigies attacking together, who could withstand them?
Yet, the next moment, everyone was stunned.
Lin Tian remained calm, extending his right hand. A black-and-white gourd appeared in his palm, which he gently tossed.
“Buzz!”
The gourd flew above Lin Tian’s head, casting a white light like a protective shield in front of him.
“Boom, boom, boom!”
The four’s attacks were completely blocked by the white light. Lin Tian stood behind it, hands clasped behind his back, smiling.
“That’s a sacred artefact!” Huangfu Qi exclaimed.
“Even if it’s a divine artefact, we’ll kill him today,” Tuoba Ye declared, charging like a leopard towards Lin Tian.
The other three followed suit.
“It’s been a while since I’ve fought seriously. Today, I’ll play with you all.”
Lin Tian suddenly stowed the gourd, his body turning into a bolt of lightning as he charged forward.
“Boom!”
A chaotic battle erupted.
Lin Tian clashed relentlessly with the four, his powerful aura shattering countless peach trees.
Terrifying killing intent spread, creating massive cracks in the ground like a spider’s web.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Lin Tian fought four against one, not losing ground. The more he fought, the fiercer he became, like an invincible war god.
“Kill!”
Tuoba Ye roared, his eyes turning crimson. His fists pounded Lin Tian relentlessly, like a raging divine beast.
“Boom!”
Lin Tian met Tuoba Ye’s fist with a palm, sending him flying.
“The Ancient Holy Son? Hah, trash!”
Lin Tian sneered, shifting his palm to a fist. Yin-yang energies swirled around it, striking Huangfu Qi’s war spear.
“Clang!”
A loud crash rang out.
Huangfu Qi was forced back dozens of steps, coughing blood, his face pale.
The distant onlookers were dumbfounded.
In mere moments, Lin Tian had repelled both Tuoba Ye and Huangfu Qi.
Even Yun Xi’s veiled face grew serious.
“Huangfu Qi, they call you the Qilin Son of the Primordial Sacred Land? You’re more like an ant, trash.”
After taunting, Lin Tian’s five fingers curved like heavenly hooks, a mass of black mist forming in his palm. With agile footwork, he instantly appeared beside Lin Qianqian.
“Slap!”
Lin Tian struck her waist, laughing brazenly, “No bounce at all, terrible feel.”
“You—” Lin Qianqian’s face flushed with rage. As she prepared to strike, she sensed a massive force approaching from behind.
Without hesitation, Lin Qianqian fled swiftly.
Only An Ruochen remained in the field.
An Ruochen looked at Lin Tian warily, while Lin Tian smiled.
“I’ve never fought anyone from the Heaven-Mending Sect. You’re the first. Show me what you’ve got,” Lin Tian said with a laugh.
A glow emerged on An Ruochen’s body, and he became ethereal, elusive, and profoundly mysterious.
“Thud!”
An Ruochen took a step, appearing before Lin Tian in the next second.
“So fast!”
Lin Tian was startled, throwing a punch at An Ruochen.
Bang—
Before the fist landed, An Ruochen vanished, clearly dodging with incredible speed.
Lin Tian immediately summoned the black-and-white gourd to protect himself.
“This An Ruochen is not to be underestimated. I can’t waste time here with them. Finding the saint’s inheritance is the priority.”
“Once I get the inheritance, I’ll deal with them slowly.”
With this in mind, Lin Tian launched an attack on An Ruochen, who quickly retreated. A white light shot from An Ruochen’s palm, like a towering pillar crashing down from the sky.
Lin Tian dodged, swiftly passing two Nine Nether Underworld Pythons.
“You’ve watched the show long enough, haven’t you?”
Boom!
The white light from the sky struck the massive Nine Nether Underworld Python.
“Roar—”
The python roared in pain, its body sweeping out towards An Ruochen.
At the same time, another python with a wounded head charged forward.
The scene descended into chaos.
Seizing the moment, Lin Tian rushed out of the peach grove. Soon, he spotted nine massive mountain ranges, like nine giant dragons stretching across thousands of miles.
In the centre of the nine ranges stood a purple mountain, about a kilometre high.
Lin Tian’s sharp eyes quickly noticed two tomb-guarding beasts.
“Swish!”
Lin Tian swiftly approached the beasts, spotting a cave and stepping inside.
As he entered, he saw three glowing characters in the distance.
“Inheritance Three!”
Then, Lin Tian noticed a wooden chest.
“The saint’s inheritance!”
Overjoyed, Lin Tian opened the chest. A slip of paper caught his eye, bearing eight characters.
“To master divine skill, first castrate yourself!”
