Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 824: 822: Lonely Star Sword, Obtained!

Chapter 824: Chapter 822: Lonely Star Sword, Obtained!

“Now, the Lonely Star Sword is yours!”

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and accepted the square treasure box.

Then, he slowly opened it.

An ancient longsword lay quietly inside the treasure box, emitting a cold glow, like a star in the sky, shining alone.

Lin Xuan reached out and grasped the hilt, immediately feeling a chilling sharpness and that wild sword intent.

He knew that this sword had already communicated with the spirit; it was an instinctual rebellion.

With a light snort, Lin Xuan unleashed a sword intent within him, rapidly injecting it into the Lonely Star Sword.

Boom!

The two forces collided and stalemated, but in the next moment, the Great Dragon Sword Soul burst forth like an angry dragon, plunging into the Lonely Star Sword.

Buzz!

The Lonely Star Sword trembled, as if coming to life, emitting a terrifying glow, its sharpness several times stronger than before.

“So strong!”

Lin Xuan exclaimed, holding the Lonely Star Sword, feeling as if he was controlling the world.

This feeling was profound, as if man and sword were united as one, making one intoxicated.

Beside him, the auctioneer was even more shocked, surprised that it took so little time to subdue a half Earth-rank treasure.

It’s worth noting that he could only activate it, but not subdue it.

Lin Xuan did not sheathe the Lonely Star Sword but took out a black sword sheath, slowly inserting it.

Afterward, turning his spiritual power into threads, he strapped the ancient sword on his back.

“Farewell!”

Lin Xuan turned around and headed outside.

Outside the backstage, countless people gathered, their eyes gleaming fiercely, occasionally flashing with cold light.

They were waiting, waiting for Lin Xuan to come out.

“He’s coming!” someone exclaimed softly.

Instantly, everyone’s gaze turned toward the front.

They saw a young man in blue slowly walking out of their passage.

Behind him, with that ancient sword on his back, he seemed as unstoppable as a divine sword.

“The Lonely Star Sword!”

Countless people exclaimed, their eyes burning intensely without concealment.

In the distance, the observing martial artists were even more astonished, not expecting Lin Xuan to directly carry the Lonely Star Sword on his back without any concealment.

This confidence, daring to do so.

“Humph, at least he’s self-aware, knowing he can’t keep the treasured sword, so he doesn’t bother to hide it,” someone sneered.

“Kid, hand over the treasure sword, and I won’t kill you!”

“The Lonely Star Sword is not something you can wield!”

Cold gazes fixed on Lin Xuan, as if to pierce him.

“Humph!”

Lin Xuan snorted coldly, scanning his gaze like a sharp sword light cutting through the void.

Clang clang!

Many people retreated, their faces pale.

They were shocked that his mere gaze could push them back.

Others also changed expressions, finding his power beyond their imagination.

But Hong Wuji, Kuang Jian Venerable, and others smirked coldly; such a gaze couldn’t scare them away.

“Everyone, there’s a prohibition on fighting inside the auction house!” The elder in the golden robe stepped out, speaking gravely.

Though their Wanxiang Auction held significant power in the city, people could lose control over a half Earth-rank treasure, so warning in advance was prudent.

“Elder Jin, rest assured, we won’t fight here,” a martial artist declared.

“Kid, move along!” a man with a goatee said coldly, and then everyone made way for him.

“Let’s go!”

Lin Xuan called Dongfang Xiong and Yu Fei and walked toward the outside.

“Humph, not knowing life from death, really daring to go out!”

“If I were him, I’d hide in here for life.”

“Indeed, going out in this situation is courting death.”

A group of people discussed, thinking Lin Xuan was foolish, going out like that was courting death.

Yu Fei heard these discussions and sneered; if these people knew how many were waiting outside, would they cry?

Tap, tap, tap!

Lin Xuan’s steps were steady as he walked toward the exit, while those on his sides grew tense.

Many secretly activated their spiritual power, drawing their treasures, preparing to move.

They decided to act once Lin Xuan stepped out of the door.

This move was crucial; whoever could get the treasure sword first and leave safely could achieve meteoric success.

Space froze, tension filled the air, and everyone’s eyes fixed on Lin Xuan.

Finally, Lin Xuan stepped out of the auction house door.

“Move!”

Countless people shouted, their spiritual power bursting, surging forward.

“Brother Xuan!”

The light grew stronger, and from outside came a synchronized shout, like clashing swords and battle horses, shaking the heart.

Those voices gathered into a power, crashing in all directions.

Spit!

Dozens of figures spat blood, flying backward.

Bang, bang, bang!

They collided with nearby buildings, making low sounds as those who hadn’t acted were also impacted, their faces turning pale.

“Wha-What!”

Everyone stood stunned at the scene before them.

Ahead, fifty youths looked respectfully at Lin Xuan, their auras strong, each with the presence of venerables.

Venerables, fifty venerables!

Everyone gasped, unable to believe it.

That there were fifty venerables here, waiting to protect Lin Xuan.

No wonder he wasn’t afraid; with such backing,

Even Hong Wuji, Kuang Jian Venerable, and other powerful martial artists had their pupils constrict; despite their strength, facing fifty venerables at once was overwhelming.

Moreover, among them was a master like Lin Xuan.

The scene became eerily quiet.

“Rob it, why aren’t you robbing anymore?”

Yu Fei sneered, looking around. Weren’t they just being arrogant? Why are they all cowed now?

He was infuriated; just now at the auction, those people seemed high and mighty, as if they had them pinned down.

That atmosphere greatly displeased him.

So now, he wanted to vent.

With ten venerables, Yu Fei approached the injured martial artists lying on the ground, “Weren’t you all so tough, daring to snatch Brother Xuan’s treasure sword? Truly seeking death!”

“What, they dare to take Brother Xuan’s belongings?” The Dragon Sword Pavilion disciples were enraged upon hearing this.

Each of them was fuming, eyeing those people.

Bang!

Someone kicked a martial artist into the air, making them spit blood profusely.

Yu Fei approached that goatee martial artist, swung his palm, and slapped him several times fiercely.

Slap, slap, slap!

Soon, that martial artist’s face swelled up like a pig’s head.

Every martial artist who acted didn’t escape; all were beaten thoroughly.

The others dared not make a move; it’s a joke, fifty venerables, who could fight against them!

“Let’s join forces; I don’t believe we can’t beat them!” someone secretly incited.

“Humph!”

Lin Xuan’s gaze sharpened, lifting his hand to slash a sword qi, sending the hidden provocateur flying.

“Anyone who dares move, I’ll keep you company to the end!”

He surveyed all around, exuding endless dominance.

No one moved, many weaker martial artists retreated.

However, not everyone possessed such rationality; many were blinded by the treasure.

“Wait, who let you leave!” A cold voice rang out.