Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 545 - 359 Father-Daughter Conflict + - 360 Sealing the Formation and Blocking the Door

Chapter 545: Chapter 359 Father-Daughter Conflict + Chapter 360 Sealing the Formation and Blocking the Door

Zhou Ping’an’s gaze carried a mix of three parts sorrow, five parts chilliness, and two parts murderous intent.

There was no anger.

Throughout the Lin Family, as long as he spoke, naturally no one would disobey, and the emotion of anger was basically absent from his heart.

What to do with children who did not listen?

He had already provided the answer.

Above his head, the blood rain intensified, a cold sun slowly rose, its light growing brighter, his heart growing colder.

The onlookers who stealthily glanced this way felt an unbearable icy discomfort in their bodies after just a few glimpses, as if their blood were about to freeze...

At the spot where Lin Zhongde stood, the ground within thirty feet and the roof tiles were quietly covered with a layer of white frost.

Without even making a move, simply with a stirring of his heart, an immense authority was exerted, the power of Heaven-Man Sensitivity fully exhibited.

However, opposite him, about twenty-one feet away, Lin Huaiyu charged forward on her horse, completely unaffected.

Around her, a full moon shone like a magnificent gemstone, emitting a soft and tranquil glow that enthralled onlookers, making them want to sing joyfully with wine in hand.

Facing the attack of a Sword Intent at the Grandmaster level, she appeared entirely oblivious, with calm in her eyes. Before even drawing her blade, she had already severed the past.

"How is this possible?"

"It’s apparent that the young girl’s Gang Qi just reached completion not long ago, and she must have gained insight into the Sword Intent early. Now, she’s barely at the Mortal Refining Ninth Level with Martial Intent Second Level. How can she withstand a Divine Will of Grandmaster Realm without her heart collapsing?"

"That moon has something peculiar about it; it seems to cast an illusory radiance into reality. The moon in the blade and the moon in the sky seem indistinguishable, with both moons shining together... I’ve heard that the Cloud Water Sect doesn’t have such Sword Intent. If she created it herself, that would be quite remarkable. To use Martial Intent in the Second Realm to counter Grandmaster-level Divine Will is not entirely impossible."

"As Guangyun’s Number One Blade, the Lin Family Head has rarely taken action in recent years, but within the territories of Guangyun, no one dares claim that they could surpass him. Even if the young girl’s Sword Intent wasn’t shattered, considering her young age, she’s not his match."

Murmurs of private discussions began to emerge around them.

Zhou Ping’an didn’t bother to listen closely.

He merely sat quietly on his horse with eyes slightly closed, also halting the cavalrymen behind him eager to charge into battle...

He believed in Lin Huaiyu.

Just as the opponent believed in him.

Although the Governor’s Mansion was silent at the moment,

Zhou Ping’an was absolutely certain that Cui Guangling was definitely watching quietly, searching for an opportunity to strike a killing blow.

But he wondered, that Master Cui who cultivated the Blood Scripture and turned himself into a madman, who would he choose as his first target?

Would it be a breakout, a counter-kill, or was he unwilling to abandon his own territory and intent to hold his ground?

Now that he had come to his mansion’s doorstep, he had to respond somehow.

With the military formation sealing off all sides, if he didn’t react, it would be too late.

"Rebel, will you not accept your death?"

Lin Zhongde also heard the discussions from all directions. Seeing his own daughter, not only not recognizing him as a father but also assuming a hostile stance with weapons drawn,

His heart filled with rage, which had already transformed into an endless killing intent.

He would rather kill his disobedient daughter with one strike than to let the Lin Family become the laughingstock of Guangyun.

The Broad-back sword turned into a bolt of blood-red lightning in mid-air, flashing briefly before slashing down at Lin Huaiyu’s head.

The Sword Light suddenly intensified, turning into the shape of a bloody sun.

From all directions, the air became tinged with ominous red light, forming layer upon layer of crystal red frost, tightly sealing Lin Huaiyu within, ready to shatter her into pieces with a single slash.

Divine Will at the Heavenly Resonance Rank was troublesome exactly for this reason.

Divine Will stirred, and the heavens and the earth responded.

Not only did it bolster one’s Cultivation Technique, but it also involved various peculiar attribute attacks.

It caused the enemy’s Qi flow to be disrupted, blood to solidify, and body to stiffen.

Pitting the power of a human body against the power of heaven and earth, the battle was already lost by seventy percent before it could even begin.

Of course, this was the typical situation.

For Lin Huaiyu, neither tricks within the game nor those outside held any significance.

As the sword strike bore down, she didn’t even lift her head to look; she merely lowered her head slightly and gently placed the silver-white Ghost Mask on her delicate face, slowly beginning to draw her sword.

Her movements were not quick at all.

Yet they evoked a strange sense of disarray in the observer’s heart.

Her actions were visibly slow: raising her hand, covering her face, drawing the sword, slanting a cut...

All clearly seen.

By the time all her movements were completed, the blood-colored Broad-back longsword above her head had yet to reach within three inches of her.

It was as if the two of them were in different spaces, the flow of speed around their bodies at different rates.

It was particularly uncomfortable to watch.

"Lin Family Head, you’re still so full of yourself," said Lin Huaiyu.

Her longsword seemed to swing at the empty air, yet beside her, a tall and handsome figure took shape—none other than Lin Zhongde himself.

The Lin Zhongde charging straightforwardly was like a reflection in the water, rippling and vanishing.

The Hanyang Bleeding Sword, one of the three killing techniques—Freezing Sun Shadow.

Lin Zhongde lunged beside Lin Huaiyu, hoping to use the switch of light and shadow and the pull of Qi to strike with full force, only to feel as if he were slashing into the void of a flat lake.

The Sword Mastery he’d cultivated all his life, capable of splitting iron and jade, shattering stones, was reduced to a child’s play.

His Inner Strength surged rapidly, his Qi-Blood boiling to the extreme, Divine Will solidified as if to destroy everything, yet he failed to overcome the verdant jade hand wielding a narrow-winged long sword.

"Pop..."

A soft sound echoed in his ears, as well as in the hearts of all present.

Like a tile tossed into a pond.

Casting ripples wave after wave.

Lin Zhongde’s heart cried out that something was terribly wrong, and his body helplessly plummeted to the side, about to use the momentum to flee.