Lin Zhao raised his hand and slowly drew his sword.
With a barely audible hum, the blade slowly left the scabbard. On the blade, golden characters appeared, branding themselves into the young man's mind. As the sword was drawn, the entire world seemed to freeze. The tide-like army of demons was still, utterly unable to move, unable to breathe. An immense, terrifying pressure descended upon heaven and earth!
Countless streaks of light appeared in the sky, illuminating the night as if it were day. In the air, the forms of white divine dragons swam, majestic and vast, hundreds of miles long.
Before a single strike, countless celestial phenomena had been stirred!
"Argh..."
Lin Zhao struggled immensely to draw this sword, enduring countless trials and tribulations of the Great Dao. Even before it was fully unsheathed, this sword had resonated with the entire world!
...
"Hmm?!"
The great demon Yu Zhi narrowed her eyes, a sense of unease and fear gripping her heart.
"This..."
The thirteenth-realm great demon Bai Lan, floating in the air, frowned. He was already at the peak of the thirteenth realm, his physique as robust as a fourteenth-realm human, yet before this unsheathed sword, Bai Lan felt his spirit waver.
In the distance, the generals of the garrison at Xue Yu Tian Chi looked out from their camps.
"Lin Zhao..."
Shao Shi Yu Tan's lips parted slightly: "That sword, could it be..."
"It must be,"
Old Marshal Chen Wanli gazed into the distance, murmuring, "I never imagined... Lin Zhao was chosen by heaven, and yet we... we made Lin Zhao a decoy for the human race's turning point... sent him to his death..."
Qin Yu Shan frowned: "A pity..."
Lu Xing He, the old sword immortal of Fu Su Great Wall, squinted at the distant scene and sighed, "The Great Chen Dynasty, with a figure like this, how could its fortune be utterly lost?"
On Green Mountain.
Qin Sui Han clenched his fists. He watched the young man from afar. This strike would undoubtedly consume all his vital energy and life force. An eighth-realm martial artist, how could he possibly wield such a divine sword?
...
"What do you intend to do?"
In the air, the thirteenth-realm peak great demon Bai Lan suddenly drew both his swords, his sword intent soaring, and roared, "What can a pretentious treasure sword do? Even if it's the world's number one sword, do you think you can kill me?!"
"Buzz~~~"
At this moment, the young man had fully drawn the sword. He had to grip it with both hands, his palms barely able to withstand the sword's immense pressure. In this instant, he understood the origin of this sword, its entire history, all deeply branded into his mind.
So, it was truly that sword...
Thus, as the young man raised the ancient sword, his handsome face contorted with ferocity. He slowly lifted the sword with both hands, and with a low roar of the sword's true intent, he declared, "I have a sword – that can slay true dragons!"
"Dragon Slaying Sword?!"
Bai Lan trembled, could it truly be that legendary sword!
On the hill, the young man had already raised his sword, its light engulfing the sky!
"Ah?!"
Bai Lan was instantly immobilized, but he still raised his head, his sword qi erupting. Instantly, thousands upon thousands of sword lights surged from the mountains and rivers. The ultimate strike of a thirteenth-realm peak sword cultivator, how could it be underestimated?!
"Come on!"
Bai Lan roared, thrusting out his sword. Instantly, the inverted sword qi from the mountains and rivers flew out, condensing into a beam of sword light, charging towards the sword qi from the Dragon Slaying Sword.
However, Bai Lan's sword was no match for it, shattering instantly. Then, that beam of sword light descended from the sky, landing directly above Bai Lan's head, precisely where Wen Liang had struck years ago!
"Swoosh!"
The sword light flashed past, instantly severing Bai Lan's boundless life force. His body swayed in the wind, then split in two. He was truly, instantly killed by a single strike!
...
In the wind, countless Great Dao repercussions struck. In an instant, Lin Zhao's body was pierced by streams of sword light. He had used a power that did not belong to him, and the backlash of the Great Dao was fierce. As the light surged, Lin Zhao's body was continuously pierced by the phản-striking sword qi. His three sword lakes shattered, and even his heart was pierced. He fell towards the hill like a tattered piece of cloth.
He looked north, a smile on his lips.
With my life, I invite the demon race into this gambit.
So much planning, all for this.
The Dragon Slaying Sword then turned into a shower of dust in the air with a clang. Sister Bai's aura vanished, and the Dragon Slaying Sword dispersed into countless specks of dust that fell to the earth, as if it had never existed.
"Ah?"
In the distance, the great demon Yu Zhi, who had been watching, finally came to her senses: "He... he actually killed Bai Lan?"
"Yes, my lord..."
A tent commander frowned. "Lord Bai Lan was beheaded... That Lin Zhao seems to have suffered backlash from the Great Dao, his aura is about to dissipate, and even an immortal cannot save him."
"..."
Yu Zhi gritted her teeth, her heart complex. Seeing that man truly fall, her own state of mind changed. She almost felt that she didn't want him to die.
"Damn it!"
From the demon army, great demons of the Upper Five Realms ascended. Someone roared, "This little bastard actually beheaded Lord Bai Lan! How hateful! Let me take his head and mourn Lord Bai Lan!"
Great demonic figures streaked towards him.
On the hill, Lin Zhao's consciousness began to blur. He looked at the figures approaching in the wind and smiled bitterly, "Father, Mother, Little Zhao is coming... I haven't disgraced you, I..."
He looked at a great demon figure approaching in the wind, his gaze sharpening once more. "You want my head? Dream on."
As he spoke, a golden War God's Gallbladder within his chest exploded violently!
"Boom—"
A small hill was instantly leveled. Lin Zhao self-detonated his War God's Gallbladder, pulverizing his own body. The Gui Zhen realm great demon attempting to decapitate him was blasted back, its flesh and blood mangled. The power of this War God's Gallbladder's self-detonation was so terrifying that it forced a Gui Zhen realm great demon to regress to the Xing He realm, thus falling out of the Upper Five Realms!
All the great demons were stunned, staring blankly in that direction.
A hill was flattened, and Lin Zhao vanished completely from the world along with it.
...
At Xue Yu Tian Chi, Chen Yu, who had been sent back by a beam of sword light not long ago, knelt on the ground, looking at the place where Lin Zhao had fallen. She wept uncontrollably, crying out in grief. Lin Zhao's death tore at her heart. Da Feng Novel Network.
Old Marshal Chen Wanli's eyes welled up with tears. He knelt on one knee: "Three armies, bid farewell to—Marshal Lin!"
Shao Shi Yu, Lu Feng Xian, Qin Yu Shan, and other commanders also knelt one by one, along with the three armies of the Great Shang Dynasty. Over two million soldiers knelt towards the north—
"Farewell, Marshal Lin!"
"Farewell, Marshal Lin!"
"Farewell, Marshal Lin!"
The voices echoed through the valley, lingering for a long time.
...
"What happened?"
In the small town, Jia Zhong, the owner of Bai Wei Xuan, saw a group of wounded soldiers kneeling towards the north and couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"
A wounded soldier said solemnly, "Lin Zhao is dead."
"What!?"
Jia Zhong stumbled instantly, tears streaming from his eyes.
...
Tong Jing Lake.
The Peach Blossom Demon and the Reed Flower Demon emerged from their cave dwelling, looking north. A sword light had stirred countless celestial phenomena there. Immediately, her heart clenched. She had already sensed what had happened and knelt to the ground, tears flowing.
"Miss, what's wrong?" asked the Reed Flower Demon.
Han Yu Rou's tears streamed down her face: "Young Master Lin Zhao... Young Master Lin Zhao will never come to Tong Jing Lake again."
"Ah?"
The Reed Flower Demon was startled, looked north, and tears welled up in her eyes.
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Luo Xia Valley.
A group of Xia clan heroes ascended the mountaintop, watching the continuous celestial phenomena to the north.
Zhang Xi Cheng felt a tremor and collapsed to the ground, trembling violently. When he stood up, his eyes were already filled with misty tears. He knelt on one knee and said, "Farewell, Marshal..."
The group of heroes knelt one after another.
"Farewell, Marshal!"
In an instant, from Xi Jian River to Fu Su Great Wall, voices from the underworld joined together, creating a chorus among the mountains.
...
Xi Jian River.
A River God's Consort, clad in golden armor, emerged from the water.
"Your Majesty..."
Two maids looked at her, wanting to offer some comfort.
Lin Xing Chu's face was tear-streaked. She said softly, "Lin Zhao ah, your aunt cannot see you off. My little Lin Zhao, the best, the very best Lin Zhao in this world..."
...
Fu Su Great Wall.
On the ramparts, a woman in white, holding a sword, looked north. The celestial phenomena passing by told her what had happened. She stood motionless, tears streaming down her face.
She would go to Xue Yu Tian Chi one day. Why couldn't he wait?
...
Real world, the center of Ning City.
Xu Yan slowly rose from the gaming pod and walked to the bedside in a daze. She slowly lay down, hugging her beloved teddy bear pillow and crying silently.
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Tian Chi Town.
In front of the Zhang family mansion.
The young Zhang Liu Cheng sat atop the stone lion at the entrance, looking north. He heard the passing cavalrymen discussing, and tears streamed down his face. He sat on the stone lion and wailed, "Lin Zhao, why are you so foolish? You aren't even a Sword Immortal, yet you dared to fight so desperately. You're dead, who will I be a lackey for? You can't die, I still want to learn swordsmanship from you..."
The young man cried heartbrokenly, and no one could comfort him.
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Chang Ming Mountain.
The young girl who studied swordsmanship by day and copied books by night suddenly looked up.
She sat up straight, clutching her chest, and began to cry uncontrollably at her desk.
"What's wrong, Little Jiu'er?"
Her master, Lin Qing Er, floated over and gently stroked the girl's head. "What's wrong, tell Master..."
Little Jiu'er clutched her chest and cried, "Master, my chest hurts. The last time it hurt like this, my parents died in battle. This time, could it be Brother Lin Zhao..."
Lin Qing Er secretly crumpled the flying fish messenger hidden in her sleeve and hugged her, saying softly, "It's alright, he'll be fine."
As she spoke, tears began to fall uncontrollably from Lin Qing Er's own eyes.