Chapter 11 - Fierce Battle

“Kid, you’re a dead man!” the square-faced disciple screamed frantically.

From a distance, several figures were rapidly approaching, their bodies flickering with light, just as powerful as Lin Xuan.

Although Lin Xuan wasn’t afraid of trouble, he wasn’t foolish enough to resist the entire Divine Power Group alone; who knew how many of their people were in these mountains?

Now wasn’t the time for a head-on conflict.

His body swayed, and he was about to sprint towards the distance.

Hiss!

A cold light intercepted him, it turned out that the square-faced disciple was desperately trying to block him.

Seeing his companions arrive, he naturally wouldn’t let Lin Xuan escape.

“Get lost!” Lin Xuan’s sword light suddenly appeared in his hand, thrusting out like a long rainbow.

The square-faced disciple let out a scream as his body was sent flying backward.

However, this delay gave the distant members of the Divine Power Group enough time.

Three figures arrived first and blocked Lin Xuan.

“How dare you hurt the people of the Divine Power Group, you’re simply seeking death!” the leader’s presence was powerful, his body shining brightly—he was a Fourth-rank Spirit Warrior; the other two also had considerable cultivation, reaching the level of Third-rank Spirit Warriors.

“Lin Xuan, it’s actually you!” A Third-rank Spirit Warrior was somewhat surprised and then burst into laughter, “Facing me, you can just die peacefully!”

This Third-rank Spirit Warrior was actually Zhang Bin.

Seeing Lin Xuan heightened his envy, and he itched to kill Lin Xuan immediately.

“Brother Hai, this kid is the Sword Slave I told you about.

Make sure not to let him go!” Zhang Bin said to the Fourth-rank Spirit Warrior.

“Don’t worry, our people are all headed this way.

Even if it’s an immortal, they won’t be able to save him.” The disciple called Brother Hai sneered coldly.

Lin Xuan’s heart sank; since the other side intended to capture him, he wouldn’t be soft-handed.

Better to strike first than wait to be killed.

He glanced at the terrain and had an idea in his mind.

He suddenly leaped, his Black Iron Sword turning into a shooting star, flashing past.

“Thud!”

Everything happened so suddenly, without any warning, Lin Xuan moved as fast as lightning.

The Fourth-rank Spirit Warrior named Brother Hai tried to dodge, but it was too late; at the last moment, he could only avoid a vital blow.

The long sword cut across his chest, tearing up flesh and blood.

“Ah!”

A scream sounded as Lin Xuan broke through the encirclement, stepped on the trees, and leapt onto a boulder, taking off into the distance.

“After him!” screamed the Fourth-rank disciple, enveloping his wound with Spiritual Power before pulling out a vermilion elixir pill and swallowing it.

“We can’t let him get away, keep an eye on his route and then signal.

Those who challenge the Divine Power Group only have one end!”

The three dashed in Lin Xuan’s direction as he made his escape.

Seeing Lin Xuan becoming more formidable each time, Zhang Bin had only one thought in his mind—to have Lin Xuan die, or else he would be the one to suffer in the future.

“Hmph, put in more effort.

This kid’s movement skill level is low, and he’s not very fast.

We must chase him to his death!” The Fourth-rank Spirit Warrior, clutching his wound, had viciousness in his eyes.

Indeed, Lin Xuan’s speed wasn’t fast; after all, he was using Basic Footwork, and achieving such speed with it was already surprising.

Yet, he was still caught up.

The Fourth-rank disciple named Brother Hai, like a hungry wolf, began with his strongest move, wishing to split Lin Xuan in two.

Zhang Bin and the other Third-rank Spirit Warrior also unleashed ruthless moves, striking at Lin Xuan’s vital points.

Lin Xuan’s use of the Outer Heaven Flying Star earlier had almost depleted one-third of his Spiritual Power.

At that time, he didn’t intend to kill, only to disable the Fourth-rank disciple from fighting; otherwise, his opponent would have already been dead.

If he truly killed someone, the Divine Power Group would certainly seek crazed revenge.

It wouldn’t be just for a few lives but for their reputation that the Divine Power Group wouldn’t let Lin Xuan go; perhaps even the Inner Sect Disciples would be alerted.

This was not what Lin Xuan wanted.

His goal was to become a Core Disciple and then return to his family.

He couldn’t afford a direct confrontation with the Divine Power Group now.

Lin Xuan’s longsword glinted with spiritual light, cutting through the void like a Heavenly Sword.

The three were forced to retreat continuously.

They hadn’t expected Lin Xuan’s swordsmanship to be so fierce.

Despite being the most fundamental swordsmanship, it was always able to suppress them.

Zhang Bin became more and more afraid as they fought.

Finally, he clenched his teeth, pulled out a talisman paper, infused it with Spiritual Power, and threw it forcefully at Lin Xuan.

The talisman paper unfolded in the wind, growing larger, and emanating terrifying energy fluctuations.

Lin Xuan instinctively startled; the Spiritual Power fluctuations from the talisman made his heart tremble—perhaps even a Fifth-Order Spirit Warrior wouldn’t possess such power.

Swoosh!

Talisman paper kept flashing, and within the dazzling light, three half-meter-long silver light swords, like three silver dragons, thrust towards Lin Xuan’s vitals.

The terrifying Spiritual Power shook the surroundings, emitting a series of thunderous roars in the air.

Lin Xuan pushed Basic Footwork to its limit, constantly shifting his shape.

He operated his Spiritual Power with all his might, and his blue Spiritual Power danced outside his body like flames.

But those three silver light swords were too fast, like lightning.

Although Lin Xuan tried his best to dodge, his body was still grazed by the sword light, and he was sent flying like a falling leaf.

Where the three silver light swords struck the ground, they directly smashed a black pit, severing many trees at their trunks.

Puh!

Lin Xuan was only grazed by the sword light but felt as if he had been struck by the Heavenly Hammer, his whole body’s Qi-Blood churned, and he suffered severe internal injuries.

“He’s injured, everyone attack!” Seeing that his life-saving talisman paper did not kill Lin Xuan, Zhang Bin was extremely annoyed and could only continue to urge his companions to attack.

Lin Xuan was in grave danger, as the three men opposite bore down on him like Fierce Beasts.

He crazily operated the Longevity Technique, his inner Spiritual Power flowing like a river, continuously circulating within his body to heal his wounds.

Swallowing an Elixir Pill, Lin Xuan’s body shot up from the ground, leaving trails of afterimages in the air as he dashed towards the distance.

The three men pursued him relentlessly, startling numerous beasts along the way, but they were so consumed with rage that they didn’t care, feeling as if they would go mad if they did not kill Lin Xuan.

“Kid, die!” The three men charged at him madly.

Lin Xuan raised his sword to block.

Suddenly, he felt a tremor within him, and a black lotus appeared on the tip of his sword.

Mysterious, demonic.

The black lotus, like a bloodthirsty demon spirit, instantly drained all the flesh and blood of the Fourth-rank disciple, leaving only a flap of human skin floating to the ground.

Zhang Bin and another disciple were so frightened their eyes bulged out, and they shivered as they backed away.

“You, you’re a demon…”

Whoosh!

Lin Xuan seemed unable to control himself as the longsword pierced towards the Third-rank Spirit Warrior again.

Soon, the man was drained dry.

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Zhang Bin dropped his longsword out of fear, retreated continuously, and when he saw Lin Xuan raise his longsword again, he knelt on the ground with a thud.

“Don’t kill me!” Zhang Bin kept kowtowing, shivering all over.

He had not expected Lin Xuan to be so demonic and to be capable of draining people’s Essence Blood; had he known, he would never have provoked Lin Xuan.

“I’ve discovered his secret, he will surely kill me!” Zhang Bin thought continuously, “Beg for mercy first, then attack him!” With this in mind, he couldn’t help but stealthily reach for another talisman paper in his bosom.

“Big brother, master!

Don’t kill me!” Zhang Bin kept begging, “No, you are my grandfather, take me as your grandson, please spare me!”

At that moment, Lin Xuan was desperately trying to suppress the bloodthirsty urge inside him.

He did not understand what had happened, but he was very familiar with the black lotus, which had sealed his Spirit Vein.

All he wanted to do was kill; if it weren’t for the ongoing operation of the Longevity Technique, he would have already collapsed.

Inside him were two forces clashing, one was the blue Spiritual Power formed by the Longevity Technique, the other was the black aura transformed by the black lotus.

These two forces were in a stalemate, and neither could overcome the other.

Zhang Bin noticed Lin Xuan was standing there in a daze, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he quickly took out the talisman paper from his bosom, throwing it frantically at Lin Xuan.

“Die!” Zhang Bin shouted, as if driven insane.

Boom!

The talisman paper flickered, and a Light Ball brighter than the sun flew out, instantly reaching Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan’s body seemed to become a Black Hole, absorbing the Light Ball instantly.

Soon after, the Mysterious Small Sword inside him trembled slightly, the blue Spiritual Power surged, and quickly suppressed the black lotus.

Lin Xuan regained his clarity and decisively thrust his sword, piercing through Zhang Bin’s throat.

“You…” Zhang Bin, clutching his throat, his pupils gradually dilated, “I, my big brother is…”

Before he could finish, he collapsed.