Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 408 - 402 Hunter Seven

Chapter 408: Chapter 402 Hunter Seven

Xu Shuai and his sister’s faces finally changed.

"Impossible! You..."

He finally realized something was wrong. The aura and might displayed by the other party didn’t seem like something an ordinary Second Grade cultivator could manifest.

Could it be that this person... this person didn’t have any Secret Treasure?! And that large pit earlier was simply created by the residual force of his fight with the evil shadow!!???

The moment this thought crossed his mind, he panicked entirely.

A bone-chilling coldness surged up his spine in an instant.

Xu Ye also thought of the same possibility and began to look somewhat panicked.

If this person was truly a powerful cultivator...

The two siblings felt stiff and ice-cold all over, vaguely sensing that they had caused a great disaster.

Xu Shuai immediately waved his hand and threw out a Jade Slip, which exploded and scattered a large amount of white powder, fluttering around like snowflakes, encircling them both.

"Run!"

He had just shouted a word.

As soon as his voice fell, he saw the other person appear right in front of him, the snowflake Defensive Magic Artifact completely useless.

He didn’t even have time to react before feeling an intense pain all over his body.

Boom!!!

Both siblings, along with their flying horse, were forcefully pressed down by Lin Xin and smashed into the ground in the rice paddy.

The ground cracked open with several fissures, and the field blasted open into a clearing.

Dust filled the air, quickly dispersed by the brisk wind; Lin Xin held the two by their hair, dragging them on the ground as he looked toward the Floating Island with a sinister smile.

"If you don’t want them to die, open the Formation..."

His voice directly penetrated the island above.

And there, after a moment of silence, a huge roar erupted.

"Xu Ye! Shuai!"

The voice was indeed that of the Sect Leader of the Shunxing Sect, who had spoken before.

Lin Xin narrowed his eyes, thinking he had guessed correctly.

He had merely gambled on it, not expecting that these two were indeed important figures in this sect.

But, contrary to his expectations,

The Formation didn’t respond at all.

The giant Two-headed Dog appeared again, staring at him with a somewhat sinister and terrifying gaze.

Lin Xin was slightly wary of this Yuan Jing Formation Art; after all, it was infinitely close to the Yuan Jing Layer, which might pose a threat to him. His dodging was ineffective at the Yuan Jing Layer, as he had already tested.

Despite the danger, faced with such a rare gathering place for a son of the netherworld, and one that clearly wasn’t on a normal scale,

Giving up was obviously not an option.

He glanced at the attributes he had just absorbed, the Free Attributes column had accumulated a full 604 points.

All the previous Demon Talisman Seeds had been absorbed within his body.

"What to add?" Lin Xin looked at the gigantic body of the Two-headed Dog in the air.

His attributes had already reached a terrifying level. After rampantly plundering attributes, the average attribute points, initially only in the hundreds, had now soared to several hundred points.

’Killing Power 582, Defense 145, Evasion 145, Constitution 450’

"The gap between Killing Power, Constitution, and other attributes is a bit too large, there might be hidden issues, better to balance it out a bit."

He vaguely felt something was off about his current state; balancing improvement would significantly boost his spiritual power.

Spiritual power is key in advancing Formation Talisman skills during cultivation practice, and if strong enough, can effectively prevent influences from mental Illusion-type Divine Skills.

Since he had plenty of attributes, he started distributing them evenly to the other attributes, a hundred points each.

After raising Defense and Evasion to 245 each, he added the remaining 402 points entirely to Killing Power and Constitution, 201 points each.

This brought his Killing Power to an astonishing 783 points and Constitution to 651 points.

After adding six hundred points, Lin Xin felt as if his entire body was about to burst into flames, searing pain surging uncontrollably, his body inflating like a balloon as if it could explode at any moment.

Whew...

He exhaled softly, immediately transforming the airflow into invisible arrows, blowing obliquely upward into the sky, scattering a bird just flying by into disarray.

His heart was beating violently, each beat sounding like war drums, the sound of his blood flow like raging rivers.

Surprising heat radiated from him as the center, spreading outward in all directions.

"So... so strong!!"

Xu Shuai and Xu Ye, whose hair he held in his grip, were also blinded by the airflow unconsciously emanating from Lin Xin’s pores.

"No matter how strong the body is, what use is it?" The Sect Leader of the Shunxing Sect, apparently seeing the change here, also tried to bolster his own side’s confidence.

"We cultivators refine the nature’s spiritual energy, either exhaling it into various skills or absorbing it into the body to develop various Divine Skills. Even in Body Cultivation, merely by oneself without absorbing spiritual or Demonic Qi, what level can you achieve?"

He continued speaking, seemingly also to boost the morale of his own side.

"No matter how strong you are alone, can you really contend against nature without external assistance?!"

He roared, and the giant Two-headed Dog stretched out a massive paw, pressing down towards him from afar.

A twisted and constantly changing, mysterious transparent sphere, enveloping some colorful thick liquid, fiercely lunged towards Lin Xin.

The sphere was several meters in diameter, oval-shaped, and its speed was extremely fast, almost as soon as it was launched, it arrived right in front of Lin Xin.

"It’s useless," Lin Xin took a deep breath, his chest swelling visibly.

Then he suddenly blew forward.

Whooosh!!!

It was as if a hurricane originated from his mouth, instantly unleashing a huge, whip-like green tornado that ferociously rushed towards the transparent sphere of air.

The tornado, over ten meters in diameter and stretching for more than a hundred meters, instantly scattered the sphere, while the leftover force crazily surged toward the two-headed dog in the high sky.

It slammed into its jaw, unexpectedly blasting off a small chunk.

In the dispersed sphere, colorful pus scattered on the ground, immediately corroding the surface into various colored pits.

"What?!"

Inside the floating island, in a white-gold palace.

A group of neatly arranged children of the Sect watched the colorful sphere disperse, falling into a uniform silence.

At the highest seat, a young man clad in a white-gold cape sat.

He was gripping the armrest of his seat tightly, the dragon heads on it already cracking, ready to shatter at any moment.

"Who exactly is this person?!"

A bead of cold sweat slowly slid down his face. Although he appeared exceptionally calm, the others could still sense a trace of uncontrollable apprehension in his tone.

"Could it be a Divine Beast bloodline?" someone guessed tremblingly.

"Such beings are perhaps not far off from Prince Yuan Zhen..." a voice murmured solemnly.

"Can a resolution be sought? We should have no unresolved issues with this person."

A female practitioner stepped forward and said.

"I’m afraid not, the opponent’s goal is clear, which is to take away the Demon Talisman Seed," said the man in the high position, shaking his head. He was Wang Chengshi, the leader of the Shunxing Sect.

At that moment, he looked at his two children displayed in the Magic Mirror, an uncontrollable murderous intent emerging in his heart.

But thinking of the terrifying power the man had displayed earlier, he forcefully suppressed this murderous intention again.

The opponent had obliterated the nearly Yuan Jing-level two-headed dog formation with a single strike using just his body, even blasting a corner of the formation apart with the blast of air.

This power... was unheard of!

Unlike the others.

His acutely sensitive premonition kept warning him, Danger! Extreme danger!

This premonition even physically manifested, making him feel as if his body was stiffening.

"We must not make an enemy of this person!" With this thought, he unconsciously wiped his forehead, feeling somewhat damp; only when he lowered his hand did he realize his face was drenched in cold sweat.

"Sect Leader..."

A close female attendant expressed her concern.

"This person might just be a bit stronger. Why should the Sect Leader boost someone else’s morale at the expense of your own dignity?" a burly man armed with double axes stood out and said loudly.

"We could try illusions, toxins, or other measures. As the vast Shunxing Sect, we all emerged from life-and-death situations. Are we really afraid that he could annihilate us completely? At worst, we can just hide in the tomb and not come out!"

His words made sense.

Indeed, as children of the Sect, their greatest advantage was the ability to hide in the tomb anytime and anywhere, avoiding potentially deadly threats in the Central Prefecture world.

This was also the key method by which they had avoided risky calamities in the past.

Under Wang Chengshi’s leadership with extremely sharp premonition, they could quickly strategize based on any disturbances.

"That makes sense." Some people agreed, "We could just hide in the tomb, can he really come in and chase us down?"

A round of agreement followed among the leaders.

The oppressive atmosphere gradually eased.

"He’s coming over!"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

Immediately, everyone looked towards the Magic Mirror.

Lin Xin, carrying two people, flew directly towards the two-headed dog, with no grandeur, just floating simply and then approaching at an unusually calm speed.

"If possible, I don’t want to kill anyone." He slightly curved the corners of his mouth, his eyes blood-red, looking less like a pure human.

Bloodlust roared within him like a tangible essence, yet it could not break through.

Whether it was overwhelming bloodlust, terrifying murderous intent, or demonic qi, spiritual energy, star force, Taoist intent, or any other kind of power...

At that moment, Lin Xin faintly felt as though he had gained a kind of absolute control, almost like a freedom ability.

If he wished, all aura, all momentum, all power could be absolutely quieted. Achieving a tranquility similar to that of an ordinary person.

His spiritual power had increased by hundreds of points on average, also yielding a subtle qualitative change.

Stronger, purer.

Naturally, more capable of comprehensively controlling any bit of his aura and power.

The floating island grew closer and larger.

The enormous two-headed dog lowered its head, emitting faint whines as if it were threatening.

Lin Xin naturally understood that the others could retreat into the tomb, but they could not bring items in with them; thus, all the items on the outside floating island would be his for the taking.

To avoid forcing them into this last resort of escape, he was in no hurry, floating leisurely above the two-headed dog, overlooking the entire floating island.

"Demon Talisman Seed, I’ll allow each of you to keep one and take away the rest," he paused, "as a condition of the exchange, I can leave right away and also return these two young ones to you."