Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 394 - 388 The Path of Supreme Strength 3

Chapter 394: Chapter 388 The Path of Supreme Strength 3

Upon entering the wooden cabin and closing his eyes to meditate, Lin Xin soon heard the footsteps of Qing Xiuzhen leaving outside.

She didn’t fly away but walked away step by step.

As she left, Lin Xin didn’t have any other thoughts, and whether the Lion Fist Sect would come seeking revenge afterward was not within his concern.

With his current strength, no one could stop him from leaving except Yuan Jing.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly entering a meditative state, Lin Xin’s consciousness gradually fell into a deep sleep. Only a layer of Defensive Spiritual Light like flowing water quietly moved by itself around him.

After an unknown amount of time, a sudden, faint shriek came from outside the wooden house.

Snap!

Outside on the ground, Shasha’s petite body was grabbed by the neck and suspended in mid-air.

The man grabbing her wore an iron helmet with bull horns and was muscular, his upper body bare, his slightly black muscles as though forged from fine iron, every line sharply defined.

"Where is the person who kidnapped my sister?"

The man’s voice boomed low as he roared at Shasha.

Qing Xiuzhen stood behind him, yet she seemed like a timid wife, shrinking back, her tall frame nowhere near as confident and fierce as at the beginning. Clearly, the beatings over the past few days had made her somewhat fearful of Lin Xin.

"I... I..." Shasha struggled, but it was completely futile; the man’s strength was like an elephant’s, tightly clamping down on her throat, not even allowing her to relax a bit.

"Big brother, this little one is just a follower, also captured by him; asking her is useless," Qing Xiuzhen whispered to him. "When I left, that person had already entered this house, if he is still here, he should be inside! Let’s go in and see!"

With a cold hum, the man casually threw Shasha aside, and with a thud, she was flung several meters away, marking the ground where she fell.

This man was Qing Xiuzhen’s older brother, a formidable expert ranked fifth in the Lion Fist Sect, Qing Shishan!

As soon as he received the distress signal from his sister, he rushed over immediately without any delay.

Seeing the miserable state of his sister, the already hot-tempered Qing Shishan instantly flew into a rage and headed straight here with her.

"This wooden house, right?" Qing Shishan glanced at the nearby wooden building and strode forward four steps, raising his right fist.

"Lion King Cross!"

With a thunderous boom, he punched out lightning-fast, creating a golden cross in front of his fist, slamming it hard against the wooden building.

From ten meters away, the golden cross flew like a blur and fiercely struck the wooden house, hitting a transparent thin membrane on the first floor.

For a moment, the membrane and the cross struggled, then suddenly exploded together.

Boom!

The entire membrane shattered and exploded, causing the wooden house to collapse, dust billowing, and wooden fragments flying. The site of the wooden house instantly turned into a sphere mixed with golden and black wood chips.

"Come out!"

Qing Shishan roared, his body faintly burning with golden flames. He was the fifth strongest in Lion Fist Sect and also the most domineering force in Liaocheng, aside from those ancient undying ones. Even the Su Family and the thirteen clans had to treat him with great caution.

An outsider, without a word, had kidnapped his sister, and these last few days he had nearly gone mad with anxiety!

But now, he had finally found the culprit and captured him.

A sphere of golden light began to gather on his fist again, faintly forming a second golden cross.

"If you don’t come out, you’ll die inside," he announced, raising his fist.

Swish!

Suddenly, a red streak shot out from the dust and smoke, lightly landing on the open ground nearby. It was a young man wearing a finely crafted red armor and a black cloak.

The young man had long black hair draped over his shoulders, an expression cold and indifferent, his eyes piercing like spikes scanning the area; an extremely intense, horrifying blood aura faintly emanated from him.

"Such a strong smell of blood..." Qing Shishan narrowed his eyes.

"People from Lion Fist Sect?" Lin Xin glanced at Qing Xiuzhen standing behind Qing Shishan and immediately understood.

"You dare to kidnap my sister, I will kill you!" Without wasting any words, Qing Shishan stepped forward, leaped, and ferociously thrust his golden-lit fist towards the other man.

"Lion King Cross Triple!"

Boom, boom, boom!

Three successive golden crosses piled on and flew out, fiercely hitting Lin Xin’s chest.

Lin Xin’s eyes narrowed sharply, and he drew his sword lightning-fast.

With a swish, a red line exploded, and in an instant, it seemed as if dozens of red lines bloomed, encircling Qing Shishan momentarily like an instantly blossoming Red Flower.

The golden light exploded, and the red line vanished.

With a loud explosion, Qing Shishan’s body roared, swelling up to almost twice his original size.

His fists crazily pounded Lin Xin like raindrops. Every two punches, his strength increased by ten percent.

In just a breath’s time, his punch strength had doubled.

"Lion King’s Roar! Ultimate Kill!!"

With his final punch, Qing Shishan’s entire body radiated golden light, his right fist carrying all his accumulated power slammed mercilessly towards Lin Xin.

At the edge where he stood, chunks of stones on the ground slowly rose, then quietly shattered into countless fine fragments.

Where the force of the punch reached, the space faintly rippled, indicating that the punch had touched the level of spatial rules.

Lin Xin’s expression remained unchanged, and he rapidly performed a continuous series of ninety-nine slashes with the Red Flower Sword, instantly converging eighty-one red lines together, fiercely colliding with the opposing fist force.

Crack! Boom!!

The moment the two collided, space itself split open a black fissure, and the enormous exploding force blasted both of them dozens of meters backwards.

Unable to hold back, Qing Shishan spat out a mouthful of blood, but did not cease, his face showing madness as his muscles swollen, and he charged towards Lin Xin once more.

Amidst the dust raised by the explosion, a red figure also fiercely pounced towards him.

The opponent’s face emotionless, the red longsword faintly radiated a demonic, blood-colored halo, as a Cross Slash whooshed towards him.

"Kill!!"

Qing Shishan roared, unleashing a newly mastered Ultimate Kill.

"Lion King!!!"

A golden lion’s void shadow appeared directly over his head, enveloping him as he ferociously roared at Lin Xin.

At the same time, every muscle in his body trembled and twisted, accumulating towards his chest like flowing water.

Then, his entire body exploded like thunder, vanishing from the spot and harshly slamming into Lin Xin.

Golden and red lights dazzlingly illuminated, much like thunderclaps on a clear day.

The mingled golden and red light formed an energy ball several meters in diameter.

The sphere persisted for several seconds before explosively splitting, a shadow flying out and heavily crashing to the ground not far away.

"Big Brother!!" Qing Xiuzhen screamed, quickly rushing over.

Lying on the ground was his brother, Qing Shishan, who was now covered in bloody cuts all over his body, looking completely exhausted and powerless.

Lin Xin stood with his sword, the golden-red light slowly dispersing around him, and apart from his cloak being somewhat disheveled, he bore no injuries.

"Anything else you wish to say?"

He indifferently looked at the two siblings, and admitted that Qing Xiuzhen’s brother did possess commendable strength. In full burst, he gave off the impression of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator.

To further observe the Lion Fist Sect’s cultivation technique of this caliber, he had deliberately prolonged the fight for a few more exchanges until he had completely observed it and then utterly defeated his opponent.

Such a formidable adversary must hold some reputation within the Lion Fist Sect.

"The winner reigns supreme, and those less skilled must accept their defeat. We shall leave," Qing Shishan said as he struggled to rise, his helmet cracked and blood slowly seeping down his face which he completely disregarded.

Lin Xin did not stop them. After all, he was the one who struck first and was at fault, so he let them leave.

Watching the siblings limping away quickly, he slowly approached Shasha.

The little one wasn’t seriously hurt. The Lion Fist Sect wasn’t an evil path and didn’t kill innocents unreasonably; therefore, she was only slightly injured during a venting of frustration, now sitting on the ground with a pale face, clearly in discomfort.

Reaching out, Lin Xin directly grabbed her collar despite her objections, lifting her like a small chicken and turned to leave in the opposite direction.

"Let me go! You let me go!! What do you think I am, let go! Or I will scream for help! Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!!"

Shasha felt she had had enough, suffering these past days was one thing, but now being treated like an object by this person, picked up and taken away, was just like tossing a box.

Even in the past, when she was captured unintentionally, the captors treated her well due to her beauty, ensuring she didn’t receive bad treatment. After all, they needed her to grow older and cooperate with others to cultivate her unique physique. Now, however, this person seemed to completely disregard her rare physique, treating her just like those people before...

She screamed and struggled hard against Lin Xin’s grip, but to no avail.

Lin Xin carried her towards the deeper part of the mountains since their cover was already blown, and staying put was pointless.

After leaving the cabin, they passed through vast stretches of farmland, and gradually the signs of human habitation became fewer. At first, some farmers and herbalists were visible, but later, the surroundings were overgrown with weeds and littered with rocks.

They swiftly ascended a gentle slope of pale yellow grass, which appeared to be a cemetery with gray-white tombstones casting various lengths of shadows in the diagonal sunlight.

The surrounding silence was eerie, without even a hint of noise.

Lin Xin, holding Shasha, gently landed in front of a tombstone and suddenly stopped.

"Who’s there, come out."

He stared straight ahead towards his right.

The leaves there rustled with the wind, continuously making noise, seemingly without any presence.

But in a split second, a burst of white smoke rose from the ground, and a woman in a green dress emerged from the smoke, donned in a black fox fur shawl, wearing exquisite head ornaments, and holding a silver whip in an inverted grip. Small bells tied to her wrists and legs jingled crisply as she moved, exuding a distinct aura.

"Mr. Lin, greetings. I am Su Xia, head of the Su Family in this city." The woman took out a token identical to the one Su Mu previously presented, but this one was of a dark golden color, signifying a higher prestige.

"Family Head Su... may I know what brings Miss Su here?" The Su Family did indeed offer him some help, so Lin Xin’s attitude softened slightly.