Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 412 - 406: Hunter 11

Chapter 412: Chapter 406: Hunter 11

In such a desolate wilderness, a temple in the mountains, to actually stumble upon Yuan Jing the old freak so casually.

By normal logic, it’s impossible.

Thus, there’s only one explanation, as everyone’s gaze was concentrated on the golden meteor in the sky, their peripheral vision was instead even more intensely focused on Lin Xin, standing within the temple.

"It’s this person who lured the old monster, Yuan Jing, here!"

Mr. Qing only felt as if all his previous calculations had gone to waste at once.

With his cultivation, he should have been able to turn misfortune into fortune, survive from dire situations. But at this moment, facing a completely miscalculated situation, even with the mindset honed through countless calamities faced and survived, his heart turned cold, chilling to the core.

Under the envelopment of Yuan Jing, unless the old freak Yuan Jing himself is willing, no one can easily escape.

Life and death are at the mercy of others’ thoughts.

The two sisters behind him were no longer as relaxed as before either, the slight smiles that had always been on their faces now completely vanished.

They had heard from their master before that if it’s Yuan Jing, he forms his own domain, isolated from the world outside, which cannot be discovered by the Innate Divination Technique.

And now, face to face with Yuan Jing, the outcome was naturally not optimistic. Looking at the master’s expression at the moment, they knew that if they were not careful, they would all die here.

The two sisters secretly gripped each other’s hands, a quiet determination settling in their hearts, their gaze towards Mr. Qing’s back becoming gradually resolute.

On one side, Elder Bingji was unwillingly trying to take out a token of the Red Spine Sect, believing that as long as he revealed the identity of such a massive force like the Red Spine Sect, the other party might let him off.

He struggled in space as viscous as glue, mustering all his strength to reach for the token he was carrying.

His hands were trembling, slowly latching onto the token, forcefully pulling it out.

Boom!!!

The meteor slammed into the temple’s courtyard.

In the midst of the massive explosion, the entire courtyard didn’t get destroyed as originally expected, but was completely controlled by the viscous Yuan Jing Domain, so that surprisingly, not even the surroundings of the temple suffered any damage.

From within the golden flames, a serpentine man in a yellow robe slowly walked out.

His hands were adorned with densely packed yellow gemstone rings that flickered with an enticing golden luster. Around him, streaks of golden lightning flashed by from time to time. In his hand, he was holding a special golden longbow, shaped as if a swallow was spreading its wings to fly.

"Finally stopped running?" Kun Ji, the Demon Emperor of Brahma Net Mountain, stared coldly at Lin Xin. "Always fleeing like a rat underground, annoying as hell, and now you’ve finally stopped running?"

Lin Xin ignored Mr. Qing and Elder Bingji and instead fixated his gaze straight on Kun Ji. After such a long period of one chasing and one fleeing, they were indeed old adversaries by now.

Each was exceedingly familiar with the other.

Mr. Qing looked as though he was planning to divert disaster elsewhere, but probably hadn’t expected that compared to the trouble he brought, it was actually his side that was in real, greater trouble.

That fellow probably regretted it to his guts now.

Kun Ji’s gaze was fierce, locked firmly onto Lin Xin.

Without uttering another word, he raised his hand, as the Golden Swallow Bow in his grip began to emanate a ring of golden light resembling a miniature sun.

He couldn’t believe that after beating this man to a pulp last time, he still couldn’t kill him. This time he would not repeat the same mistake.

Shred to pieces, eradicate the corpse, he didn’t believe the other party could come back to life again!

Lin Xin too extended his hand to conjure up a new Demonic Sword; dark red Demonic Qi rapidly extended and lengthened, the entire Demonic Sword almost three meters long, its sharp edge pulsating with black flames -- the unique Demonic Flame produced when Demonic Qi ignited.

The so-called raging Demonic Flames refer precisely to the terrifying flames produced when Demonic Qi emitted by an unmatched demon is ignited.

Once ignited, ordinary people would instantly lose their souls, while those slightly stronger might withstand it only to be thoroughly demonized, turning into low-level demons.

If cultivators of other systems were contaminated, even more would trigger internal demons and perish from self-combustion instantly.

Even in the Yuan Dou Demon Sect, only a very few individuals could reach such a level to create this special by-product.

This indicated control over Demonic Qi to an extremely horrifying extent.

Both were quick to act and ready to unleash a grand battle at any moment. By now, Lin Xin’s terrifying Attributes seemed to no longer be hampered or delayed by Yuan Jing’s effect on movements, appearing similarly fluid and natural.

Kun Ji saw this, and his heart was somewhat shaken. He was about to speak when,

"Wait!" Suddenly a voice, somewhat strained, interrupted his thoughts.

It was Elder Bingji beside him.

In his hand, he was holding a special token with a blood-red center and a vertical white line, staring seriously at him.

"I am an Outer Sect Elder of the Red Spine Sect! If you don’t want to incur the wrath of the Red Spine Sect and be hunted down by the White Belts, it is best to let us leave peacefully. Otherwise..."

Elder Bingji’s gaze was cold, turning to threaten Lin Xin and Kun Ji instead.

But he immediately realized something was amiss.

Not only had Kun Ji no reaction, but Lin Xin also looked at him with a strange gaze.

Seeing the reactions of both, Mr. Qing by the side had some guesses, thinking that neither of them was likely to be a strong power of the Red Spine Sect.

As expected, Kun Ji simply waved his sleeve.

A mass of golden flame suddenly flew out, accurately landing on Elder Bingji.

"A person from the Red Spine Sect? And you dare show your face before me?"

His voice carried a trace of anger.

"Truly ignorant of death..."

Lin Xin shook his head slightly.

If Elder Bingji hadn’t revealed his identity it might have been better, and now having revealed it, especially in front of the Yuan Jing old freak invited by the Sky Cloud Path.

The Heavenly Cloud Path was itself one of the main forces of the Immortal Alliance against the Red Spine Sect, which was tantamount to flaunting one’s national background in front of an enemy state. It would be embarrassing for them not to kill you.

In just a brief moment, the two bodies of Elder Ice Machine were engulfed in golden flames, screaming in agony.

Soon, they turned into a pile of black ash.

Elder Yuan Jing rarely made appearances, and average cultivators might not encounter him even once in decades. Elder Ice Machine, accustomed to throwing his weight around, had not anticipated his good fortune—to encounter such a legendary figure like Elder Yuan Jing so easily.

Yet having provoked and failed, he ultimately perished, his nearly thousand years of arduous cultivation dissolving into an illusion.

Kun Ji’s gaze then shifted to the burly men who had earlier sought help.

Similarly, golden torches suddenly blazed to life, and in just a moment, these men didn’t even have the chance to scream before they turned into black ash, scattered where they stood.

The temple suddenly became much less crowded, much quieter.

After dealing with the riffraff, Kun Ji’s gaze returned to Lin Xin.

"It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, and you’ve indeed grown stronger, being able to move freely within my Yuan Jing Domain."

"With a snake’s head on a human body, ten fingers adorned with yellow beryl rings, you must be the legendary top tracker, the Demon Emperor Kun Ji with the Golden Swallow Bow, right?"

Lin Xin’s expression remained unchanged, his Demonic Sword still suspended by his side—no movement from the enemy, no movement from him.

"You’ve finally guessed it," Kun Ji said indifferently. Now that the Yuan Dou Demon Sect had almost given up on him, he didn’t mind hunting him down openly. Without the protection of the Crown Prince identity of the Yuan Dou Demon Sect, Lin Xin was merely a slightly stronger minor cultivator.

Below the Yuan Jing Domain, everyone was insignificant; even killing them would make no difference.

Therefore, since that piece of news was released a while ago, he cared even less whether the other party guessed his identity.

"To tell the truth, I did appreciate you for being able to survive for so long under my pursuit. As the Demon Emperor who has dominated the Central Prefecture for over a thousand years, this is a first for me," Kun Ji said, effortlessly twirling his Longbow in hand.

The bow naturally traced a circle of golden hoops in the air, which lingered long afterwards.

"Pity... If it weren’t for the fact that I owed someone a favor, I might have really considered letting you go, as I used to."

"It’s Hong Gui, right?"

Lin Xin said calmly.

He flipped his Demonic Sword and the Demonic Flame surged upon it, with strands of black electric arcs emanating.

"Pity... You can’t kill me."

"Is that so?"

Kun Ji’s serpentine pupils grew increasingly cold and merciless.

Boom!!

Almost at the same instant, the two charged towards each other, without any hesitation or indecisiveness, choosing the same moment to strike.

A yellow and a red lightning bolt clashed under the Yuan Jing Domain, furiously charging at each other.

Bowstring and Demonic Sword collided in a frenetic clash, sparks of gold and red flying in all directions, scorching uneven pits in the ground where they landed.

But within an instant of clashing, Lin Xin realized in the span of two breaths that he was not as fast as his opponent.

Under the Yuan Jing Domain, his speed was hindered, unable to keep up with the opponent’s velocity.

Though he seemed to move swiftly, his speed was considerably slower than his usual state.

"If I can’t keep up, then I simply won’t!"

He abruptly stomped on the ground with both legs.

With a thunderous noise, the ground of the courtyard blasted open, revealing a large web of cracks.

He came to a complete standstill, as his Demonic Sword turned into a Void Shadow, continuously parrying the fast-moving yellow lightning that danced around him.

The lightning flickered swiftly, alternating positions constantly in front of him, behind him, to his left, right, and above.

When the electric arcs struck the Demonic Sword, a mass of Demonic Flame and golden sparks scattered.

For a moment, it appeared as if a breathtaking burst of golden and red fireworks had emerged autonomously around Lin Xin.

Hiss!

A stray spark splintered off and landed on the sister standing beside Mr. Qing.

The flame penetrated her chest without any resistance. Before the three of them could react, the sister spontaneously combusted, turning into a pile of black ash that scattered on the ground.

The sister’s eyes constricted rapidly, her lips quivering. Her eyes reddened swiftly, and although she couldn’t make any movements, tears uncontrollably surged outward like a snapped string, trailing down her cheeks.

Mr. Qing also slowly closed his eyes, clenching his teeth, his face showing a hint of pain.

"No....."

A voice as faint as a mosquito’s struggle emanated from the sister’s mouth.

"Seven Rings Martial Art!"

Suddenly, within the courtyard, Kun Ji’s voice seemed to roar.

The yellow lightning slowed down, becoming clear and visible.

Kun Ji was seen holding the Golden Swallow Bow aloft, the bowstring vibrating intensely.

Around him, golden hoops spun rapidly, suspended and sparkling in midair.

In less than a breath’s time, he summoned six golden hoops, which began to orbit Lin Xingao rapidly, as if carrying a mysterious and eerie arc.