Yes, I said it is

Are you the Sect Master of Tianyan, Lin Yan? Zhao Lin tightened his grip on the Taihuang Sword and asked in a deep voice.

Lin Yan nodded, wiped the grape juice from his hands, and said unhurriedly, Yes, that is me.

You guys have been fighting at my doorstep for so long, making so much noise that I could not even enjoy my afternoon nap. Are you done fighting now?

If you are done, then disperse. Do not delay my disciple from opening the tomb.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire crowd broke into an uproar.

Disperse?

Ten Soul Formation experts had fought half to death, and Zhao Lin had brought out the half-step Saint Weapon, the Taihuang Sword, turning the Great Qian upside down for the ruins of Emperor Cangwu. Yet, he actually just brushed it off lightly with a simple disperse?

Zhao Lin also froze for a moment, and then a glint flashed across his eyes.

He could tell that Lin Yan was definitely a tough nut to crack.

This indifference did not seem faked at all.

Sect Master Lin,

Zhao Lin's tone softened considerably, What this king said just now still counts.

That the Tianyan Sect could develop so prosperously in this remote backwater, your abilities are clear to this king.

This king has always been clear with rewards and punishments. As long as you stand by and watch today, once this king obtains the Emperor's inheritance and breaks through to the Emperor realm, you will be titled a King of a different surname in Great Qian.

Cangwu Commandery, including the surrounding five southwestern commanderies, will all be allocated to the Tianyan Sect as your fiefdom.

From then on, the Tianyan Sect will be the number one sect of my Great Qian, enjoying royal offerings and sitting on equal footing with the four great noble clans.

These terms could not be called anything but generous.

The five southwestern commanderies were equivalent to one-sixth of Great Qian's territory.

A King of a different surname was an unprecedented honor since the founding of Great Qian.

The expressions of the nine Soul Formation experts instantly changed, and before Lin Yan could answer, they all spoke up one after another.

Jiang Xuan's voice was urgent, Sect Master Lin, do not easily trust him! This Zhao Lin turns his back on people ruthlessly. Once he breaks through to become a Titled Almighty, there will be no one left in Great Qian to keep him in check. Settling scores afterwards is an absolute certainty.

You are so young and will definitely be his biggest thorn in the side. Do you think he will let a threat like you off?

Exactly!

Sect Master Lin! Do not believe his words!

What kind of person Zhao Lin is, we know best!

Once he gets the Emperor's inheritance and breaks through to the Almighty realm, the first person he will kill is you!

When the birds are gone, the good bow is hidden away! Have you forgotten how Emperor Taizu treated those founding meritorious officials back then?

Sect Master Lin, as long as you join forces with us to kill Zhao Lin today, we are willing to uphold you as our Alliance Leader, and we will give you half of the Emperor's inheritance!

Zhao Lin's face darkened, and he shouted sternly, Shut up! You defeated generals dare to sow discord here!

He turned to look at Lin Yan, his tone even more sincere, Sect Master Lin, they are all a bunch of base people who forget justice at the sight of profit. Think about it, if this king really wanted to kill you, why would I bother saying so much to you?

With this king's strength, plus the Taihuang Sword, do you think I am afraid of you?

This king truly appreciates your talent. You absolutely must not let this king down!

The words of both sides were diametrically opposed, and the hundreds of eyes present all fell upon Lin Yan.

They were all waiting for Lin Yan's answer.

To be honest, the conditions Zhao Lin offered were very sincere.

A King of a different surname, five southwestern commanderies, and royal offerings. Looking across the entire Great Qian Dynasty, no regional sect had ever received such courteous treatment.

The corners of Zhao Lin's mouth curled up slightly.

Those who understand the times are great men. He did not believe that this young man did not understand this principle.

Lin Yan popped the last grape into his mouth, casually tossed the grape stem into the void, and clapped his hands together.

Alright, everyone stop arguing.

This ruin was opened by my inner sect disciple, Li Tianxing, so it naturally belongs to my Tianyan Sect.

Disperse now, stop getting in the way at my doorstep.

The smile on Zhao Lin's face froze instantly.

He thought the conditions he offered were tempting enough, but he never expected Lin Yan to not even consider them and refuse outright.

Zhao Lin's tone turned cold, The ruins of Emperor Cangwu are a public treasure of the world. On what grounds do you think you can swallow it all yourself with just one sentence?

You say it was discovered by your inner sect disciple, and so it is?

Lin Yan nodded, his tone calm but carrying an unquestionable majesty:

Yes.

If I say it is, then it is!

Hahaha!

Zhao Lin laughed out of extreme anger. The Taihuang Sword in his hand let out waves of dragon roars, and golden dragon aura shot up into the sky.

Good! What a great if I say it is, then it is!

Originally, this king thought you were somebody, but I did not expect you to be just another fool who does not know the immensity of heaven and earth!

Since you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, then do not blame this king for being impolite!

Before his voice faded, Zhao Lin violently raised the Taihuang Sword.

Taihuang Slash!

He poured all the spiritual energy in his body into the Taihuang Sword.

The five-clawed golden dragon on the blade seemed to come alive, letting out a deafening dragon roar.

A golden sword aura hundreds of feet long swept across heaven and earth, slashing toward Lin Yan.

This sword strike condensed Zhao Lin's lifelong cultivation. Coupled with the power of the half-step Saint Weapon, the Taihuang Sword, it was enough to cleave open a mountain range.

Even an ordinary Almighty expert would not dare to take this strike head-on.

Everyone held their breath, staring fixedly at the center of the field.

They wanted to see if this mysterious Sect Master of Tianyan truly had the confidence, or if he was just posturing.

The nine Soul Formation experts were even more nervous, their palms sweating.

If Lin Yan could not block this sword strike, then they were truly dead today.

Right at the instant the golden sword aura was about to slash onto Lin Yan's body.

Lin Yan finally moved.

He did not even raise his right hand.

He merely waved his left hand casually.

Hum!

A surge of demonic aura, as pitch-black as ink, gushed out from his left hand.

Mixed within the demonic aura were the furiously burning Nine Nether Demonic Flames, exuding a terrifying presence that could destroy everything.

A skeletal left hand covered in dark red demonic runes slowly manifested within the demonic aura.

Its fingertips were as sharp as knives, and its joints were distinct, as if forged from the hardest extraterrestrial profound iron.

It was exactly the half-step Emperor Weapon, the Heavenly Fiend Left Hand!

Crack!

A crisp shattering sound echoed through heaven and earth.

That golden sword aura capable of cleaving a mountain range shattered instantly like glass the moment it touched the Heavenly Fiend Left Hand.

The demonic aura continued unabated, crashing fiercely into the Taihuang Sword.

Crack, crack, crack.

Countless cracks began from the tip of the Taihuang Sword and rapidly spread across the entire blade.

Zhao Lin's expression drastically changed. He frantically channeled his spiritual energy, trying to stabilize the Taihuang Sword.

But it was all in vain.

Bang!

The half-step Saint Weapon, the Taihuang Sword, which had accompanied the Great Qian royal family for thousands of years, shattered on impact.

Countless golden fragments scattered across the ground like a meteor shower.

Pfft!

Zhao Lin sprayed a mouthful of golden blood, and his entire body flew backward.

His entire right arm was corroded by the demonic aura into a bloody mess, revealing stark white bone.

His peak Great Circle of Soul Formation aura instantly withered to the extreme.

Immediately after, he smashed heavily into the ground, creating a crater dozens of feet deep, unable to get up for a long time.

The entire scene fell dead silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, their mouths agape, staring blankly at the center of the battlefield.

Their minds went completely blank.

One move.

Just one single move.

The half-step Saint Weapon, Taihuang Sword, was shattered!

The Great Circle of Soul Formation Patron King, Zhao Lin, was defeated!