Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 402 - 402 401 Don't Mess With Me

402: Chapter 401: Don’t Mess With Me 402: Chapter 401: Don’t Mess With Me Some major powers were very eager to get their hands on Void Spirit Pills, so they planned to invite Lin Xuan over.

However, Lin Xuan was moving fast and seemed to have no intention of stopping in Black Feather City.

Those powers feared Ghost Manor and stopped following Lin Xuan, but a small group still continued their pursuit.

The leader of this group, wearing a black robe adorned with a golden eagle, was none other than the Young Master of Feiying Castle, Ying Shaohong.

At this moment, he was leading eight elite martial artists, rapidly closing in on Lin Xuan.

“Hmph, I must get the Void Spirit Pill!” Ying Shaohong’s face was filled with viciousness.

He only had one purpose for obtaining the Void Spirit Pill, and that was to win over Jiang Yuting.

“That kid’s picking up speed, hurry up and catch him!”

To save time, Lin Xuan was moving faster than usual, and it wasn’t long before he left Black Feather City.

During this time, he had also received many invitations, but all were tactfully declined.

After all, he wasn’t in Dragon Star Country to refine Elixir Pills for these people.

Once he left Black Feather City and entered the mountain forest shortly after, Lin Xuan frowned.

With his Soul Power, he could clearly feel that a team was quickly closing in on him from behind.

“It’s this guy!” When Lin Xuan caught sight of Ying Shaohong, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Ying Shaohong had been opposed to him during the Jiang family’s grand gathering.

Lin Xuan had not the slightest bit of fondness for this person.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The followers suddenly accelerated behind him, turning into streaks of colorful light, instantly overtaking Lin Xuan.

Swoosh!

In just a moment, these people had encircled Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan stopped in his tracks, standing tall like the sky; he turned to look at Ying Shaohong, a hint of killing intent in his eyes.

Ying Shaohong’s voice was cold, “Be smart and come back with me to refine Elixir Pills.

As long as you can refine a Three-Striped Void Spirit Pill, I guarantee you will be safe!”

“This is not Feiying Castle, nor is it a place for you to throw your weight around and give orders, so scram or face the consequences!” Lin Xuan said coldly.

Lin Xuan was not one of Feiying Castle’s people, and Ying Shaohong’s commanding tone irritated him greatly.

“Kid, don’t be arrogant!

Don’t think you’re anything special just because you can refine Elixir Pills!”

“Moreover, in this wilderness, even if I kill you, no one will know, so your best option is to obediently come back with me.”

Having said this, Ying Shaohong looked at Lin Xuan with a mocking expression.

In his view, if Lin Xuan wanted to save his life, he would certainly come back with him willingly.

After all, he was accompanied by eight elite martial artists, and he himself was a Late-stage Spirit Fusion Realm Martial Artist.

With such a lineup, Lin Xuan, an Early-stage Spirit Fusion Realm Martial Artist, would find it impossible to escape.

The eight Melt Spirit Realm Martial Artists surrounded Lin Xuan, their terrifying and powerful presences converging together, making even the void tremble.

Lin Xuan scanned the group and noticed that the strongest among them was a Middle-stage Fusion Spirit Realm Martial Artist; the remaining six were all Early-stage Spirit Fusion Realm Martial Artists.

Such a lineup would be considered a formidable power in Xia Country; however, here they were merely muscle for a power-hungry group—an indication that Dragon Star Country’s martial arts capabilities were far superior to those of countries like Xia Country.

Despite this, Lin Xuan was unfazed.

“Don’t provoke me; you won’t be able to bear the consequences,” Lin Xuan spoke with icy words.

“If you won’t toast, then let’s fight!” Ying Shaohong shouted lowly, and suddenly the eight martial artists surged forward.

“Sky Eagle Hand!”

“Great Sorrow Sky Splitting Palm!”

…

In an instant, various attacks bombarded Lin Xuan.

These attacks would be tough to endure even for a Late-stage Spirit Fusion Realm Martial Artist.

But Lin Xuan simply waited with a cold gaze as the attacks approached him, and then suddenly, his right hand drew his sword.

Buzz.

A streak of azure Sword Light flashed in the sky, tracing a semicircular trajectory.

“Wind and Thunder Sword Wave!”

Centered around Lin Xuan, an azure Sword Wave rapidly expanded in all directions.

This Sword Wave contained fifty percent of the Great Dragon Sword Intent.

Its Attack Power was incredibly strong, and with the boost from the Star Extreme Sword—a Bell Spirit Rank Mid-grade Treasure—even Martial Artists in the Late-stage Spirit Fusion Realm would not dare to forcibly receive a strike.

Thud, thud, thud!

The defenses in front of three Martial Artists were ruthlessly torn apart, and the azure Sword Light cleaved them in two.

The other three Martial Artists were sent flying backward, spitting blood, severely injured, and had lost their ability to fight.

One Sword Wave, three dead, three injured—the terrifying scene immediately subdued the remaining two Middle-stage Spirit Fusion Realm Martial Artists and the three individuals including Ying Shaohong.

“What background does this kid have?

His combat power doesn’t seem like that of an Alchemist at all!” The two Middle-stage Spirit Fusion Realm Martial Artists were sweating profusely.

Young Master Eagle’s face also darkened.

Although Feiying Castle was powerful, the Spirit Fusion Realm Martial Artists were not something they could afford to waste in such a manner.

“You dare to kill people from Feiying Castle, you are dead today!” Ying Shaohong’s words were filled with killing aura.

“Young Master, this kid is more formidable than we imagined, should we retreat first?”

“No need, that sword of his is probably a Mid Spirit-grade Treasure.

I reckon his attack just now relied entirely on that Treasure.”

“You assist from the sides, I will handle this personally.” Ying Shaohong took one step forward, his aura erupting like a volcano.

A sharp, incomparable hawk shadow appeared behind him.

“Don’t think you’re the only one with a Mid Spirit-grade Treasure.

I’ll show you the true power of a Mid Spirit-grade Treasure!”

With that said, Ying Shaohong pulled out a pair of dark cyan gloves and slipped them on his hands.

“Cross Splitting Sky Kill!”

Ying Shaohong swiftly shot out like an arrow from the string, creating a cross-shaped, blood-red trajectory in the air.

The air quivered, with several blood-red claw marks ten yards long appearing, as if even the void was clawed open.

Lin Xuan’s steps shifted, and his body suddenly disappeared from where he stood, only for numerous deep claw marks to suddenly appear in his place.

Each mark was as though cleaved by a sword, slicing the earth apart.

“Hmph!

Let’s see how long you can dodge!” Ying Shaohong swept out both claws, and countless soaring hawk shadows enveloped Lin Xuan in a flurry of illusions.

“Thunder Shock!”

Lin Xuan clasped the Star Extreme Sword in both hands, pointing the tip towards the heavens before slamming it down.

Suddenly, the clouds in the sky churned, and five azure Thunderbolts formed a Pentagram Array and crashed down violently.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The hawk shadows surrounding him were struck by Thunder Light and made a metallic booming sound.

As the Thunder Light dissipated, the myriad hawk shadows vanished.

Both Ying Shaohong and Lin Xuan, affected by the blast of energy, took three steps back.

However, at that moment, the two Middle-stage Spirit Fusion Realm Martial Artists suddenly launched an attack, moving to pincer Lin Xuan from both the left and right sides.

Two blood-red hawk claws, each ten yards long, soared across the sky, reaching for Lin Xuan.

“Wind Emperor’s Sword.”

Lin Xuan’s body suddenly spun around, rushing forward swiftly as he integrated the Wind Realm into the Wind Emperor’s Sword technique.

Without the dazzling Sword Light or the terrifying momentum, his strike was like a gentle breeze passing by, eluding all perception.

By the time Lin Xuan’s body became visible again, the pupils of the two Middle-stage Spirit Fusion Realm Martial Artists gradually dilated, with expressions of horror on their faces.

Thud!

A thin line of blood appeared at the center of their foreheads as their bodies slowly fell.

On the other side, Ying Shaohong’s pupils constricted, staring at Lin Xuan with an incredulous look.

That strike just now was too ordinary; he had paid it no attention.

Yet, it was such an unremarkable sword strike that killed two Middle-stage Spirit Fusion Realm Martial Artists.

“Damn it, what Swordsmanship is this!” Ying Shaohong felt urgency in his heart, his face revealing a hint of ferocity.