Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 435 - 429 Battle for Second

Chapter 435: Chapter 429 Battle for Second

Brahma Net Mountain, a land of scorched earth above.

A white flying boat slowly emerged from the void. On the deck stood three cultivators clad in white, each exuding an extraordinary aura, with swords and horsetail whisks on their backs.

"Is this Brahma Net Mountain?"

The leading young man whispered.

"It should be here, no mistake." Another woman nodded in confirmation.

"Could it have been a volcanic eruption? Such devastation doesn’t look like it was caused by human hands, right?" The third person was a somewhat younger boy with a hint of arrogance in his eyes, clearly belonging to the category of young prodigies.

"We should still go down and investigate carefully, record the images for our teachers." The composure of the leading young man seemed somewhat unsettled. The horrifying scope of scorched earth, spanning dozens of miles—if a single person caused this, then the threat of that person... he couldn’t bear to imagine it.

The other two naturally found no reason to object, and steered the white jade flying boat downward to land.

The boat touched down gently, and the three jumped off. With a slight gesture toward the vessel, the previously ten-meter-long flying boat rapidly shrank, shrinking to the size of a palm in less than three breaths and was tucked into the woman’s garment pocket.

"Let’s go."

The trio exchanged looks and swiftly drew out their talisman paper, magic artifacts, and talisman swords for defense.

They were enveloped by the faint white light of runes, cautiously advancing toward the direction of Brahma Net Mountain.

They dared not land directly on the peak of Brahma Net Mountain, where an immense distortion of space remained to this day, a consequence of being torn by the massive forces of two powers, causing unstable spatial fluctuations.

Hence, they could only approach slowly from a somewhat further distance.

They traversed past pit after pit of uniformly scorched earth and deep craters.

"Such destructive power... Everything on the ground has been scorched and fused into a crystalline substance."

The sole woman crouched and spoke softly as she gathered a handful of the black soil, her tone filled with awe.

"Is this the battle between Yuan Jing ancestors...?" The leading young man had eyes filled with shock, "Can humans truly reach such a level?"

As they walked, the trio collected samples and recorded the scene with memory stones.

Scaling hill after hill and deep pit after pit, they soon arrived at the foot of Brahma Net Mountain.

A swath of blackened trees stood before them, their branches twisted as if in agony, forming a small patch of charred forest that had survived.

Warily, the three entered the forest, looking around cautiously, fearing the emergence of any troublesome vengeful spirits.

The sudden death of so many living beings, if it indeed spawned some extremely malevolent spirits, would not surprise them.

Within the forest, it wasn’t long before a small grave mound appeared up ahead, with a crude metal monument standing before it.

"What is this?!"

Faces filled with confusion, the trio approached the grave.

"Are you from the Tianyun Path?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the side, startling them.

"Who!!"

The leading young man reacted the quickest, grasping the hilt of his sword behind him, focusing intently on the figure that slowly emerged from behind a tree.

Lin Xin toyed with the Golden Phoenix Fight in his hand, standing calmly in front of the grave, always in the vicinity of the grave mound, just obscured by the charred trees and initially unnoticed.

All three were tense, eyeing him warily. Or more precisely, they were focused on the Golden Phoenix Fight in his hand.

They felt an extremely terrifying threat emanating from that magic artifact.

"Golden Phoenix Fight... wasn’t it stolen? It’s in your hands, so you are..." The leading young man suddenly recalled something, pupils constricting as he stared intently at the figure before him.

Sweat broke out on his forehead.

The other two also realized this, their faces turning pale.

For a moment, no one spoke. The three dared not, Lin Xin did not wish to.

A gentle breeze blew, carrying the scent of something charred.

After a moment of silence.

"This grave belongs to Kun Ji." Lin Xin casually glanced over, addressing the three who had approached.

"Originally, he and I had no grudges, but it was you people from Tianyun Path who caused his death."

"How could that be!" Kun Ji was dead?!

The trio were deeply shaken. That was a Yuan Jing ancestor, one of the topmost powerful beings in Central Prefecture, not to mention that he had a friend of the same Yuan Jing Layer nearby.

Before coming, they might have thought that the master of Brahma Net Mountain could be forced into retreat, but they never considered he would be dead.

After all, once a Yuan Jing decided to escape, even a peer of the same level would find it hard to stop them.

But what they had not anticipated was that Kun Ji and Shadowless died because they were careless and their spiritual energy was completely drained.

They had not expected Lin Xin to have such keen countermeasures against spatial escape skills, nor did they imagine he could employ so many strategies—all at the level of fifth-grade Yuan Jing, catching them off guard.

From feigning weakness at the beginning to deceive them into a stalemate, to the point where it was too late for them to escape.

Because Lin Xin’s methods were totally different from the usual confrontations with a Yuan Jing, which normally start by releasing Yuan Jing and relying on the understanding of rules.

Then gradually suppressing the opponent, gaining the upper hand. Unlike Lin Xin, who simply used brute force and unreasonably overpowered the opposition.

One misstep led to an ongoing cascade of errors.

Thus, Kun Ji and his companion inevitably met their predestined fate step by step.

Lin Xin toyed with the Golden Phoenix Fight he had found in the Brahma Net Mountain, as for the items on the two Yuan Jings, he didn’t touch them at all. Instead, he used all his strength to smash them into pulp, mashing together everything they had.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take their belongings, but he had suffered a loss before when he was pursued for miles by Kun Ji and nearly lost his life. Every one of those Yuan Jing elders had numerous tricks up their sleeves. If there was any lingering trick, it would spell trouble for him.

Had he not acted quickly and planned meticulously, defeating the two of them would have been easy, but killing them would have been difficult.

If a Yuan Jing ancestor was not killed, they would surely bring endless troubles.

"What... what are you going to do?"

The leading youth trembled slightly, not daring to move while staring at Lin Xin.

The other two were quietly taking out a flying boat and talisman paper from behind their backs.

"Nothing much." Lin Xin lightly stepped forward, and his figure instantly vanished.

When he reappeared, he was less than half a meter behind the trio.

He lightly grasped the wrist of the woman about to summon the flying boat.

"It’s just a shame that Tianyun Dao has sent only such cannon fodder."

Lin Xin felt the body of the person before him stiffen, and they immediately dared not move again.

"Predecessor..." the woman’s voice trembled as she softly spoke.

"Don’t be afraid. Tell me, what’s your name?" Lin Xin showed a reasonably gentle smile, took the flying boat from her hand, put away the Golden Phoenix Fight, and began to slowly play with the flying boat.

"I... my name is Lin Xiaoyu..."

The woman didn’t dare to resist. Her voice trembled, and her face was as pale as paper. Looking into her eyes, it was clear that she recognized who Lin Xin was.

"Then, do you know who I am?"

Lin Xin had initially planned to kill these people, but now his thoughts had somewhat changed.

"The Red Flower Sword Devil... Predecessor Lin Xin, who has killed more than ten thousand, annihilated several sects, and is wanted as the world’s most wicked murderer! There has already... a notice has already been issued."

The leading youth tried to suppress his emotions and spoke with forced calmness.

"The world’s most wicked murderer?" Lin Xin showed an odd expression. He didn’t deny that he had killed many people, but compared to the true demons and demon cultivators, he was merciful. He wasn’t nearly wicked enough to be considered ’the world’s most evil’.

"A wanted notice issued by Tianyun Dao?"

"Yes..." the youth replied in a low voice, his gaze still fixed on Lin Xin’s hand gripping Lin Xiaoyu’s wrist. "Predecessor, could you please let go of Xiaoyu? We mean no harm by coming here."

He was relatively composed, but the other male prodigy was drenched in sweat, unable to withstand the pressure. He couldn’t even look Lin Xin in the eyes, let alone speak.

"I can." Lin Xin smiled faintly, released the girl, and then took two steps back.

"Don’t be nervous, I won’t harm you," he said, raising his hand to signal that he had no ill intentions.

But the terrifying legends of a man killing over ten thousand and destroying sects still caused the three young cultivators, who had recently left their sect, to tremble at heart.

"Do you know?" Lin Xin said softly to the three of them, who had calmed down a bit after he distanced himself. "Knowing that I might still be here, yet they sent you three. Didn’t any of you suspect anything?"

The color drained from the youth’s face. He had evidently thought of some extremely unpleasant scenario.

"Coming up, I need someone who is very familiar with Tianyun Dao. Introduce yourselves, the three exiles," Lin Xin’s demeanor was calm and serene, as if he was greeting honored guests for the first time.

"I am Ximen Rou, my junior sister Lin Xiaoyu, and junior brother Duan Xinhun," the leading youth quickly introduced the names of the trio.

"We hope for your leniency, Predecessor..."

Hush...

Suddenly, they saw Lin Xin extend a finger to his lips, signaling them to be silent.

At that moment, they faintly heard the sound of something tearing through the sky in the distance.

"What is...!?" Duan Xinhun reacted the fastest, immediately spotting the black dot rapidly flying towards them in the sky.

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"You won’t escape!"

An icy voice filled with murderous intent resonated from mid-air.

Zhao Ke desperately fled below, holding onto the Si Jue demoness Ye Qingchang.

Originally after a series of adventures in the Sand Time Divine Palace, he had thought this person must have been doomed in one of the traps there. Yet, to his surprise, just when he activated the Formation to teleport away, this guy unexpectedly showed up again.

The scare twisted the direction he had set for the Formation, warping it and teleporting him straight into this dark, empty abyss.

"Zhou Huaisha! You old scoundrel, did I forcefully violate your wife or did I explode your damn chrysanthemum for you to chase me so relentlessly?!"

Zhao Ke thought this and was infuriated.

"You whelp, trash like an insect! How dare you snatch the treasure and destiny belonging to this king? Not killing you would not appease the hatred in my heart!!"

Zhou Huaisha sped through the sky, his originally neat and gorgeous black armor now covered with cracks, burn marks, and dents from powerful impacts.

He was the Red Flag King, one of the Vice Sect Leaders of the Red Spine Sect! Had it not been for the restrictions by the Divine Palace rules, would he be at the mercy of this ant-like trash?!