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Lin Jingtian didn’t want to clash head‑on with Yang Qi in terms of raw power, because he could feel he really wasn’t Yang Qi’s match there, but this set of Swordsmanship could handle Yang Qi.

It made it impossible for Yang Qi to lock onto him.

"What a strange move... I wonder how Yang Qi’s going to deal with it?"

Everyone watched this battle, all tense to the extreme.

Most people didn’t want Yang Qi to win, because they revered authority, yet didn’t want some nobody to rise up.

To them, a grassroots reversal was something utterly intolerable.

"Boring tricks!"

Yang Qi shook his head and said, "Ever heard the saying ’brute strength crushes ten kinds of skill’? In front of true power, all your fancy moves are nothing but pointless bravado."

As he spoke, a sword appeared in Yang Qi’s hand.

A golden longsword forged from Alchemy Blade.

To deal with a mere quasi–Martial Spirit, Yang Qi didn’t even need to bring out the Dragon God Sword.

This golden longsword from Alchemy Blade was more than enough.

"Five Elements Sword Art, Qilin Thick Earth!"

He slashed out with one sword, and the ground suddenly surged upward, transforming into a giant sword over ten meters tall, which not only easily blocked all of Lin Jingtian’s attacks,

but also drove straight in and stabbed at Lin Jingtian.

Lin Jingtian used his full strength to block.

But the Wind‑Riding Sword in his hand still couldn’t hold.

His body wasn’t pierced through, yet he was blasted flying once again, and he even lost his grip on the Wind‑Riding Sword.

"Wh‑What kind of Martial Arts is this! How can it be so terrifying!"

Lin Jingtian’s face was as dark as it could get; at this moment, the confidence he’d had before was long gone.

Before, he really had believed that he’d only been forced back because he’d underestimated Yang Qi.

But this sword strike completely shattered his confidence, shattered all his pride and glory.

His strongest Swordsmanship couldn’t even touch a single hair on the man.

Instead he was the one who got hurt.

He once again walked out from the ruins, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

One of his hands seemed to have already fractured.

His heart trembled uncontrollably.

If he hadn’t reacted fast, if he hadn’t dodged in time, that sword just now would definitely have pierced straight through his body.

That enormous stone sword had a blade nearly a meter wide.

If something like that skewered you, wouldn’t that be instant death?

"Heh, not bad. You managed to block my sword without dying, so you can’t be called completely useless. But... can you block the next strike?"

Yang Qi smiled, hooked a finger at Lin Jingtian, and said, "Whatever trump cards you’ve got, use them all. Otherwise, today you definitely won’t escape death!"

Lin Jingtian was practically coughing up blood in rage!

Right now he understood very clearly: if Yang Qi wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as flipping his hand.

But Yang Qi hadn’t done that—why?

Obviously, he was deliberately toying with him.

Treating him like a sparring partner.

Utterly infuriating!

But even if he understood, so what?

He still wanted to live, so he had to make a move, or he would die on the spot.

He picked up the Wind‑Riding Sword that had flown away.

Gripping it in his hand, he took a deep breath.

"Even though that move isn’t complete yet, I have to use it. Otherwise I’m definitely dying here today!"

Lin Jingtian decided to go all out.

He was going to use a move even he himself hadn’t fully mastered.

His terrifying True Qi began to condense.

It kept gathering into the Wind‑Riding Sword.

Yang Qi’s eyes suddenly lit up, because he felt that force climbing rapidly; it had already reached the level where it could possibly threaten him.

Even so, he still didn’t stop it.

He just waited where he was.

Waiting for Lin Jingtian to unleash that move.

When he ran into a powerful enemy, he was always pleased, because every time he crossed swords with a strong foe, he would grow stronger and absorb a lot of experience.

This time was no exception.

He really was treating Lin Jingtian like a practice partner.

"Storm Sword!"

Finally, Lin Jingtian roared.

His arms actually shattered under the strain of that terrifying power.

That strike finally exploded out.

"Go to hell!"

Lin Jingtian pinned all his hopes on this one sword.

He even sacrificed both his arms.

It really was powerful!

Utterly terrifying!

So Yang Qi didn’t dare show the slightest negligence.

He swapped the golden longsword in his hand for the Dragon God Sword!

A dragon’s roar surged from within the sword body.

"Dragon God Strike!"

He also unleashed the strongest sword technique that came with the Dragon God Sword. Previously, a single use of this move would drain all his Spiritual Power.

But now, his Cultivation had advanced greatly.

One Dragon God Strike would consume about two‑thirds of his Spiritual Power.

But he still had one‑third left, more than enough to keep functioning normally.

Of course, right after using it, he swallowed an Elixir to replenish his Spiritual Power.

Boom!

The Storm Sword and Dragon God Strike slammed into each other!

狂风与神龙碰撞!

The ground began to crack apart!

The trees all around started to shatter!

Everyone panicked and fled farther away.

The buildings all around began to fall to Destruction as well!

The power unleashed by that collision was simply too terrifying.

"Can humans really do something like this?"

Everyone couldn’t help but swallow hard.

Quasi–Martial Spirit was already like this!

Then how strong would a true Martial Spirit be?

They really had never seen a quasi–Martial Spirit before; they knew it was strong, but had no concrete concept. Now they finally understood.

"This is way too terrifying... how did we end up offending such an enemy?"

Elder Qing Qiu’s face was extremely ugly.

She turned to Wen Xia and said, "Supreme Elder, did we make a mistake? If we offend this man, South Pill Sect might bring down a cataclysm upon us!"

"Don’t worry, it won’t go that far."

Wen Xia shook her head and said, "He’s very formidable, but in the end he’s only a quasi–Martial Spirit. The Sect Leader is a true Martial Spirit! Besides, our South Pill Sect handles all the Elixir refining for the entire Southern Territory; even the Western Territory and Eastern Territory get their Elixirs from us.

If he moves against South Pill Sect, that’s poking a hornet’s nest. Do you really think he dares? It’s just that today, this old man probably won’t be going back.

This man kills decisively; there’s no way he lets me go today."

Right at that moment, a miserable scream suddenly rang out.

In the end, the Storm Sword still couldn’t stand against the Dragon God Strike!

A divine dragon pierced straight through Lin Jingtian’s body.

Lin Jingtian suddenly froze there.

Crimson blood began to seep out of his body.

Yan Feng was scared out of his wits.

Lin Jingtian was the top expert of the Martial Alliance’s Sea City branch; if he died, the Sea City branch would probably be razed to the ground today.

"This is bad!"

Yan Feng knew that with his level of strength, there was nothing he could do to change the situation; he couldn’t change it at all.

"Heh, Lin Jingtian, that last move packed a punch. It really surprised me. A quasi–Martial Spirit is indeed not weak. But unfortunately, you’re still not my match."

Yang Qi strode toward Lin Jingtian, smiling faintly as he said, "Originally, your Martial Alliance could have turned this conflict into peace today, could have stopped this farce.

But you didn’t, and in the end it led to Lin Jun’s tragic death.

Afterwards, when you showed up, you could still have brought the situation under control.

But you didn’t, either. In your arrogance, you didn’t put anyone in your eyes; you even broke both arms of my good brother.

You know?

From that moment on, you completely enraged me."