Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 405 - 399: Hunter Four

Chapter 405: Chapter 399: Hunter Four

As soon as the words were uttered, he suddenly felt an intense hatred rising rapidly from the person.

Being a practitioner of the Demonic Arts, he naturally could also clearly sense the existence of such negative energies as hatred and resentment.

"Interesting..." He did not strike to kill the other person, as a highly creative idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

He needed to slaughter strong individuals to enhance his cultivation, and although his opponent was weak now, that did not mean he would always remain weak.

Slowly walking past the other, he felt the increasingly dense negative energy radiating from him, a massive amalgam of fear, anger, and hatred, all twisted together.

This resentment made him feel somewhat comfortable and delightful internally, much like the most exquisite dish fresh out of the oven.

Vaguely, he felt something, slowly closing his eyes to initiate the Secret Technique and sense.

Suddenly, a sinister smile cracked at the corner of his mouth.

"I didn’t expect... didn’t expect it to be like this... hehehe...."

Lin Xin felt an intense pleasure rising from the deepest part of his heart.

Yes, it seemed he had finally uncovered the true origin and secret of the Demon Talisman Seeds he had been absorbing all this while and the Attributes they formed....

"Is this extreme will? Extreme concentration of will combined with essential blood, is the true source of the Attributes I need?"

In the world of Secret Techniques, no flame had originated around that person, but now, with that extreme negative hatred, he was becoming redder and more inflamed.

The red light was like a candle slowly being lit, continuously growing stronger bit by bit.

"That’s it... that’s it!!" Lin Xin finally couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

He didn’t realize at that moment that his smile carried a hint of cruelty, a trace of eeriness.

Ah!!!

Finally, the person could no longer suppress himself and viciously slashed towards his throat like lightning.

Exerting full power of his Third Grade cultivation, that strike was his fastest and most forceful ever, the man in the Black Armor even felt like he had transcended himself, his entire power, Essence Qi, resentment, and anger were all contained in that single strike.

His original peak Third Grade cultivation seemed to unleash a terrifying Fourth Grade power in that instant.

Mere passage through the air caused the walls to form twin sword marks simultaneously, the powerful Taoist Intent bringing about a chain effect.

A stunning strike!

No Third Grade Foundation Establishment Cultivator who faced this strike would survive.

This was undoubtedly the most perfect strike among the Third Grade.

But unfortunately.

Clang!

Lin Xin did not move, merely standing still, letting the other’s blade slash diagonally towards his throat.

The blade, however, hung suspended in the air, over ten centimeters away from him and could no longer descend.

Boom!!

A massive rebound blasted onto the body of the man in Black Armor, hurling him backward in a flash.

Then he smashed against the wall, disintegrating into a splatter of red flesh in a moment.

A Third Grade Cultivator took decades to foster and cultivate, but to fall, only a moment was needed.

Ah!!!!

Finally, the two girls in green could no longer bear it and screamed.

But Lin Xin knocked them out cold with a casual sweep of his hand, one with each hand.

Picking up the Storage Bags of the two bodies, he turned to glance behind him, where there was now no one left, surely the previous person had been frightened off and had bolted.

He did not bother with the rest.

Lin Xin looked at the additional attribute point on his attribute panel, feeling an indescribable sense of comfort.

"What a pleasant surprise... So hatred is also a kind of power..."

His mouth cracked a smile, and he directly pushed open the bronze door.

Squeak....!

The harsh, grating noise filled the air as he twisted the bronze door with brute force into an opening large enough for a person to pass through.

Lin Xin stepped inside confidently.

Sitting cross-legged inside was a person clad in armor that resembled green crystal stones, with white hair cascading from the helmet, evidently quite old.

And next to this person lay heaps upon heaps of gold and silver treasures, weapons exuding aura, Magic Artifacts, and invaluable Cultivation Technique Manuals. It was nothing short of comprehensive.

"For the sake of your descendant, I’ll give you two choices," Lin Xin spoke in a deep voice.

"One, give me the Demon Talisman Seed. I’ll help your family repel the enemy. Two, I kill you and take all the treasures for myself."

He looked at his counterpart, whose face was concealed under the helmet, invisible, but he could still feel the rising tinge of fear and resolve.

It seemed that whenever there was an extremely strong will, in that instant, it would ignite a faint red flame.

Lin Xin watched him appreciatively, sensing through the Secret Technique that this person had a much stronger and purer will than the previous one, with the fire light nearly as strong as two or three Demon Talisman Seeds.

"What’s your choice?"

He stared at the other party.

Actually, the other party had no choice. For the Primordial Ancient Demon Race, although the Demon Talisman Seeds were also precious, compared to others, in an era when the Demon God had disappeared, they were merely goods used for trading and exchanging resources.

So the moment Lin Xin’s words fell, the man sighed in relief.

"I choose the first option. Thank you, senior!" The man bowed deeply to Lin Xin.

"Don’t thank me, thank those two kids of your family." Lin Xin reached out his hand and immediately from the piled-up treasury, a small pile of dark gold and pale gold Demon Talisman Seeds flew out directly—none were black, all were high-level special Demon Talisman Seeds, neatly placed.

After a quick count, the haul was substantial.

Twenty pale gold, and ten dark gold, totaling four hundred points of Attributes gained.

This was probably the most Lin Xin had found since he started looking for Demon Talisman Seeds.

And he also discovered the true source of his Attribute points here. The Demon Talisman Seeds he absorbed were just one of the sources.

As long as it was a resolute and extreme will, if he could fuse all the Essence Qi in an instant and then kill it, he could absorb sufficiently pure Attribute energy.

"This is the power of will combined with Essence Qi... it must be the source of life," Lin Xin thought, not in an ordinary good mood.

Suddenly, he remembered Shasha, whom he had forgotten in the forest; he didn’t know if she was still alive. If she was, and fate allowed, he could take her with him too.

If that little one’s aptitude, cultivated will, and Essence Qi were consolidated, he wondered to what extent it could reach. He was somewhat looking forward to it.

Licking his lips, Lin Xin didn’t even glance at the other treasures. With his power and status, he deemed the other items unworthy of consideration.

He turned around to leave, as promised, taking a direct shortcut by punching upwards towards the ceiling violently.

Bang!

Under the shocked gaze of the white-haired man, a terrifying and concentrated force directly smashed a black crack several meters wide into the metallic ceiling above.

Minute dust and rubble rained down, but Lin Xin did not look as all of it was blocked by his Protective Aura, just like earlier when the man was directly rebounded to his death by his Protective Aura.

As he flew upwards, a blazing fire ignited in his hand.

He directly lit all the Demon Talisman Seeds he had just obtained in mid-air and quickly began absorbing them.

Rich, blood-like mist fervently sucked into his mouth and nose.

In no time, he had totally absorbed it.

A total of four hundred Attribute points flowed into his Slaughter and Physique columns.

Slaughter soared to 582 points, while Physique was at 450 points. He couldn’t be bothered to add the remaining two free Attributes.

With a thud, the area above finally lit up. He had smashed a circle through it.

He had violently breached the entire underground as well.

Outside, the sky was still a scene of fierce combat; this seemed to be a sealed space, locking in everyone, with no way out.

Limbs and blood occasionally fell from the sky. The battle had reached a nearly cruel intensity.

Only a small portion of those in green remained stubbornly resisting, as the old man, covered in wounds, was fully releasing a deep green mist, which transformed into sweeping ribbons crazily sweeping across the sky. All the enemy cultivators it touched suffered terribly, their combat capabilities plummeting.

Kongzhu Ming and his sister were also fighting bloodily in mid-air against twin brothers.

Clearly, his clan had reached a moment of life or death.

"Son of the Dark Mansion... they all are!" Lin Xin began to laugh grimly, "Today is really my lucky day..." all the people from the opposing invading side were from the Dark Mansion.

With a wave of his hand, a Demonic Sword formed from a mix of blood and demonic energy materialized in his right hand.

As the Secret Technique unfolded, he found that the higher the qualifications and Cultivation grades, the more dazzling the red light that emerged during a will concentration. And this kind of red light seemed to only appear with a purer will.

His figure shot out like lightning, slashing his sword at the nearest man in mottled clothes.

Although Lin Xin was still tens of meters away, his sword seemed to transcend space. In the blink of an eye, the man’s body was abruptly divided into two parts, falling to the ground with a scream.

The speed was so fast, and the death so tragic, that two green-clad men and women entangled with him were also stunned.

Ignoring the two, Lin Xin’s speed increased, his figure flashing behind the invasive enemies in mid-air with a trail of afterimages. The Demonic Sword swung, and an enemy fell in the blink of an eye.

No matter the Cultivation rank, second grade, third grade, even fourth grade! All fell under his sword as effortlessly as slaughtering chickens.

The battle gradually calmed down; no one from the green-clad side had died since Lin Xin intervened, but rather than feeling elated, an eerie fear began to creep into their hearts.

The red silhouette was seen killing on sight, his black and red Longsword slashing wildly, yet no one could withstand even a single strike from him.

The middle-aged leading man floating in the air was now drenched in sweat.

"Retreat!"

He suddenly bellowed.

"Withdraw! Withdraw, withdraw!"

But his cry seemed to attract the attention of the killer.

The figure darted towards him, instantly landing in front of him, hardly giving anyone time to react or escape.

Too fast—so fast that in just an instant, he was already before their eyes.

Hiss!

The Demonic Sword swished across his neck.

The Protective Aura burst like soap bubbles, transforming into specks of light that fell.