Told You I Can Turn Back Time
Chapter 396 - 321: The Future Legion

Chapter 396: Chapter 321: The Future Legion

Boom!

The Emei Holy Sword exploded with a loud blast, aimed at blocking the young man’s advance, but it was instantly shattered by a flash of blood light.

A single person, a single sword, broke through the self-destructing defense of five layers of Holy Swords and killed his way to the Immortal Palace Leader’s face.

"Old dog!"

The blood-red sword aura struck down heavily, while the young man gripping it had his divine form withering at an alarming rate, visibly weakening and aging.

It was clear that to control such extremely powerful forces, even he had to sacrifice most of his life force.

The Immortal Palace Leader let out an angry roar and unleashed all his strength in a single finger towards the sword aura.

Yet, under that sword strike, his finger shattered joint by joint.

"This sword, sacrificed with the blood of millions to save all under heaven, what right do you have to block it?"

"And how could you block it?!"

Boom!

As the sword aura pressed inch by inch, the Immortal Palace Leader first had his arm explode, then his chest cavity shattered—his entire lower body obliterated under that sword strike.

At this moment, all that remained of the Immortal Palace Leader were his head, one arm, and a fragment of his chest.

"It was not in vain that I nurtured you... My dear boy, Lin Xing, I leave the rest to you."

"Hurry up and send your daddy on his way."

The Immortal Palace Leader laughed wildly, swinging his remaining energy, he delivered a powerful punch towards the young man’s head with what was left of his arm.

But how could such meager remaining force threaten the young man?

With a single sword strike, he shattered the opponent’s arm, and now aimed to grab the opponent’s head.

"It’s over... But do you wish to die?"

Looking at the remnant of the head and the life force slowly ebbing away, the young man felt a wave of satisfaction.

"Think it’s that easy?"

Years of planning, continuous thought, endurance, and preparation, he could finally suppress the old dog that had plagued him for lifetimes, the source of his boundless hatred.

Now, he planned to capture him, infuse life force to prolong the inevitable, then find a way to extract the memories from his mind...

But just then, an immensely fierce force had already arrived behind him.

"Lin Xing?"

He turned and slashed with his sword, only to see a fleeting afterimage retreating.

"Not good..."

Knowing his attention had been diverted, the young man quickly turned back towards the Immortal Palace Leader.

He saw one person already holding the Immortal Palace Leader’s head in mid-air.

It was Lin Xing.

Immersed in uncontrollable madness, he laughed maniacally at the young man, "I told you, you all will die by my hand."

"Let go!" The young man roared furiously, swinging his sword aura to slash at the adversary.

The air was instantly torn apart, the ground split in two, extending into a sword mark several kilometers long.

But Lin Xing’s afterimage stubbornly stood in his way.

The afterimage waved its hand, releasing countless dense black runes that whipped up tons of dust and sand, transforming them into sword weapons to intercept.

The young man shouted, "Damn it, you mad dog, get lost!"

Swinging his sword aura, he shattered thousands of sword weapons in one breath, but he could only watch helplessly as the Immortal Palace Leader’s head retained a hint of mocking smile before being crushed by Lin Xing.

"Ahh!"

The ultimate fury poured into the sword aura, a strong sense of unwillingness surged in the young man’s heart.

"Lifetimes of pain and torment..."

"Years of planning..."

"Years of patience, all ruined by you, you mad dog."

"How could I not be angry?"

"How could I be content?"

Boundless fury and tyrannical thoughts flooded the sword energy, suppressing all dissenting wills thoroughly.

If the wails that had previously emanated from within the sword energy signified that the young man had inadequate control over the power therein,

then, at this moment, the myriad wills of humanity left within it were temporarily subdued by his sudden outburst of rage and tyranny.

"This moment, contributing your lives along with I to save the populace, is your eternal glory!"

"So... give me your damn lives, all of them!"

With the most domineering force in this world, it descended.

This instant, the young man who had taken complete control of the blood-colored sword energy, unleashed millions of life forces in what was the world’s strongest sword strike.

How could Lin Xing possibly defend against such a sword?

He couldn’t!

Even Lin Xing, who had accumulated countless lifetimes of cultivation, could not withstand it.

He could only be defeated under this sword, retreating, madly retreating.

But even as he madly fled, he saw his phantom shattered, his bones continuously cracking, and blood flowing from his orifices...

"Mad dog!"

The young man, now with white hair and appearing aged as if his life was flickering out, sneered: "With this sword strike, I am invincible in this world! What do you have to compete with me?"

Millions of human lives were ignited in his hands at this moment, their lives blossoming as the price for the extraordinary power unleashed.

Even under this unprecedented force, the young man felt his realm waver once more.

He believed that if only he could return to the other world, prepare slightly, and assault his limit once again, he would achieve the breakthrough to the legendary fourth inheritance.

While Lin Xing, with his eyes fixated on the incessantly approaching blood sword, had an ever-intensifying madness in his gaze.

Deep-seated hatred surging uncontrollably within his mind.

"I’ll never be defeated by you again!"

"I’ll never be suppressed by you again!"

"The future! Get the hell out here!"

"Come out!"

To the young man’s astonishment, he saw Lin Xing thrust his palm into his own chest, gripping his own heart.

"Is he trying to kill himself?" the young man thought, sinking: "Can he even do that?"

The young man only knew that the others’ death would trigger time to rewind and was also aware that the opposition never wished to die, seemingly due to some great danger...

But at this moment, right before his eyes, the other was about to crush his own heart.

No, the heart was not crushed. Rather, just before it was about to burst, another phantom emerged behind him.

Then a second, a third, a fourth, a fifth...

As phantom after phantom of Lin Xing appeared, the young man’s expression turned incredulous.

Yet, sensing Lin Xing’s rapidly aging, increasingly manic demeanor, he seemed to understand something in this moment.

"He had reversed time, but it mustn’t have been for long, otherwise the situation wouldn’t be like this..."

"But within the extremely brief time reversals from each suicide attempt, he strived for even greater strength, constantly comprehending his abilities, and through countless suicides, he began to achieve breakthroughs."

"However, this process also made him even more insane, reaching another phase of losing control..."

In Lin Xing’s eyes at the moment, there was no longer any trace of will, the only thing remaining was endless, world-devouring fury and hatred.

"No one is going to defeat me again."

"No one is going to capture me again!"

"Future Legion! Slaughter the world for me!"

Watching as the hundreds of phantoms behind Lin Xing scattered, heading in all directions to carry out the massacre, the young man couldn’t help but curse under his breath at the madman.