Monk Du'e withdrew his gaze and looked back at Lei Zhentian. He raised his hand, just about to propose cooperating to snatch the sword intent, when...
"Attack!"
A violent shout suddenly rang out.
Someone finally couldn't hold back anymore.
Four figures dashed out from four different directions almost simultaneously, lunging straight at Lin Jingyu in the center of the valley.
They were three Mahayana realm cultivators and one early-stage Tribulation Transcendence realm cultivator. Their auras were wild and violent, clearly ruthless characters who spent their lives licking blood from the edge of a blade.
Greed flickered in their eyes—so what if he was at the seventh level of the Half-Immortal realm?
Right now, he was at the critical moment of fusing the sword intent and couldn't possibly fight back.
As long as they snatched that wisp of sword intent, they would immediately flee thousands of miles away.
"You're courting death!"
Wang Yutang's expression turned cold, and the longsword in her hand instantly left its sheath.
The sword light gushed like a clear spring, transforming into a half-moon sword qi that slashed toward the waist of the leading Tribulation Transcendence realm cultivator.
That cultivator gave a sinister laugh and raised his hand to deliver a palm strike. The palm wind collided with the sword qi, emitting a muffled boom.
"Boom!"
The sword qi shattered, and the cultivator was forced back several steps, but he quickly steadied himself and lunged forward again.
At the same time, the other three Mahayana realm cultivators had bypassed Wang Yutang, heading straight for Lin Jingyu.
Wang Yutang gritted her silver teeth, abruptly spun around, and the longsword in her hand transformed into thousands of sword shadows, enveloping the others.
"Rinsing Water Sword Art: Ten Thousand Streams Returning to the Source!"
The thousands of sword shadows instantly merged into one, turning into an unparalleled, fierce sword light that slashed viciously toward the three of them.
The three were forced to stop and defend, joining forces to blast out an attack that collided with the sword light.
"Rumble—!"
A terrifying shockwave scattered in all directions, instantly turning the surrounding rocks into fine powder.
Two Mahayana realm cultivators were sent flying backward, spewing blood from their mouths, while Wang Yutang was also shaken back several steps, her sword-holding hand trembling slightly.
But she had no time to catch her breath—
Because a fifth figure had quietly appeared behind her.
It was a mid-stage Tribulation Transcendence realm cultivator, whose aura was far stronger than the other four.
He had been hiding in the shadows all along, waiting for this exact moment.
He sneered and struck out with a palm.
There was nothing flashy about this palm strike; it was pure, crushing power.
A full-force blow from a mid-stage Tribulation Transcendence cultivator was enough to easily severely injure an early-stage Tribulation Transcendence cultivator.
Wang Yutang's pupils shrank drastically. She wanted to turn and block, but it was already too late—
She could only desperately circulate her protective true essence to forcefully endure the palm strike.
"Bang!!!"
Amidst the muffled sound of impact, Wang Yutang's body shook violently, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
She stumbled back several meters but managed to prop her body up with her sword.
"Cough, cough..."
Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth onto her clothes, a shocking sight, yet Wang Yutang's gaze remained firm as she stared intently at the five glaring figures in front of her.
"Take one more step... and you die."
Her voice was weak but carried a resolute ruthlessness.
The five cultivators wore smiles on their faces as they continued to close in.
In the void above, countless gazes quietly watched this scene unfold.
Lei Zhentian stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless, as if watching a play that had nothing to do with him.
Monk Du'e still wore a smile, his hands pressed together in prayer. He muttered under his breath, seemingly chanting scriptures and praying for those who were "about to commit sins of slaughter."
Even more cultivators hid everywhere, watching coldly from the sidelines.
No one stepped forward to help.
They were all waiting.
Waiting for an opportunity—waiting for Lin Jingyu to be forced to interrupt his fusion, for the situation to descend into utter chaos, and for the perfect moment to reap the spoils as a third party.
"Enough."
An indifferent voice echoed in everyone's ears.
The voice wasn't loud, even arguably calm, but it sounded like an exploding heavenly thunder, shaking everyone's souls.
The bodies of those five cultivators stiffened in unison!
In front of them, the cross-legged figure in green clothes slowly opened his eyes.
What kind of eyes were those?
Pitch-black like ink, deep as an abyss. Deep within his eyes, the phantom of a green lotus slowly bloomed, every single petal clearly visible.
Lin Jingyu's gaze lightly swept across the field—past the five cultivators frozen in place, and past Wang Yutang, who had fallen to the ground with blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
Then, his eyes turned cold.
He didn't speak.
He didn't even raise his hand.
With just a single thought—
The countless green lotuses slowly blooming around him suddenly solidified.
All the green lotuses collapsed simultaneously, transforming into billions of tiny streaks of green light that frantically converged above his head.
In an instant—
A giant green sword condensed out of thin air!
The giant sword was fully a hundred zhang long, its blade broad enough to obscure half the sky.
Engraved on the sword were lifelike green lotus patterns, with every lotus petal clearly visible.
The sword intent pierced the heavens, its killing intent awe-inspiring!
The void surrounding the blade, unable to bear that terrifying sword intent, began to show fine cracks.
Lin Jingyu's gaze focused.
The giant green sword crashed down.
"Boom—!!!"
The heavens collapsed and the earth shattered!
Under this single sword strike, the void crumbled, and the world lost its color!
The five cultivators widened their eyes, filled with fear and despair.
They desperately summoned all their protective magical artifacts.
All the artifacts, the moment they touched that sword light—shattered.
Next were their bodies.
Starting from their fingertips, to their arms, to their torsos—crumbling inch by inch! Turning into flying ashes!
They didn't even have time to let out a scream.
Not even a single drop of blood was left behind.
There was only a sky full of flying ashes, slowly drifting away.
Lin Jingyu slowly stood up.
But at this moment, no one dared to move.
No one dared to make a single sound.
He raised his hand and gently brushed away nonexistent dust from his robes, and then—
He lifted his eyes, lightly sweeping his gaze over the figures hidden in the shadows around him.
That gaze was as calm as water, yet it caused a bone-piercing chill to well up in the heart of everyone it swept past.
Then, he spoke.
"Is there anyone else who wants to try?"
As his voice fell—
"Boom!!!"
An utterly terrifying aura erupted from his body without any reservation.
The aura was so strong that it directly shattered all the clouds within a radius of a hundred zhang.
The cultivators who were slightly closer felt as if their chests had suffered a heavy blow, and they violently spat out mouthfuls of blood.
Eighth level of the Half-Immortal realm.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically.
The reason they had hesitated to attack for so long was that they feared Lin Jingyu's strength at the seventh level of the Half-Immortal realm.
Although the sword intent was tempting, if he forcibly awakened during the fusion process and killed people even at the cost of suffering a backlash, it wouldn't be worth it.
So they waited.
Waited for the moment he finished the fusion, waited for that weakest instant.
But who could have imagined—
After finishing the fusion, not only was he not weakened, but he had actually broken through.
Seeing that they didn't speak, Lin Jingyu walked over to Wang Yutang.
Her face was pale and her aura was weak; clearly, that palm strike just now had injured her heavily.
But she still kept her head raised, looking at Lin Jingyu as she forced a smile onto the corners of her mouth.
Lin Jingyu gently pressed his right hand onto Wang Yutang's shoulder.
A streak of green sword intent slipped from his palm and quietly submerged into Wang Yutang's body.
That sword intent was not a power of slaughter, but the origin sword breath he had condensed using his Green Lotus Extreme Dao Sword Body—gentle, pure, and brimming with vibrant vitality.
It flowed along Wang Yutang's meridians. Wherever it passed, the meridians that had been damaged by the shockwave began to slowly heal, like dead trees encountering spring.
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