Chapter 79

Lin Xuan and Ye Qing rode the Swift Eagle, flying swiftly toward the sect. At this speed, it would take about half a day to return to the sect.

Upon returning to the sect, Lin Xuan planned to take the Spirit Gathering Pill to break through his cultivation and to thoroughly ponder the seed of sword intent.

He sat cross-legged on the Swift Eagle, his mind immersed in the golden seed of sword intent.

This golden seed not only improved his sword techniques but also enhanced his lightning attribute techniques. For example, his Illusory Lightning Step could be boosted by about thirty percent.

Just as he was immersed in martial arts, a small black dot rapidly approached from behind, emitting a strong aura of killing intent.

The golden seed of sword intent sensed this killing intent and hummed softly. Lin Xuan suddenly woke up and quickly turned his head to look back.

"What's wrong?" Ye Qing asked from beside him.

"Senior Sister, you go back first. I left something in Yunlan City," Lin Xuan thought for a moment and came up with an idea. He couldn't let Ye Qing get involved in this crisis.

Immediately, he controlled the Swift Eagle with a token, quickly turning it to fly in another direction.

Ye Qing shouted a few times from behind, but seeing that Lin Xuan didn't respond, she had no choice but to give up.

After turning around, Lin Xuan didn't head back directly but ran toward the nearby forest. He knew that the person coming was definitely more powerful than him, and a direct confrontation was not a wise choice.

"Ling Ze, the Ling family!" Lin Xuan gritted his teeth, "When I have the strength, I will definitely settle this score!"

The black-clothed martial artist, noticing Lin Xuan's sudden change in direction, sneered. With his Eighth Stage Condensation Pulse cultivation, he was not afraid of any tricks Lin Xuan might play.

This was not a virtual space; in reality, absolute strength could crush any plot.

"Go!" He controlled the strange bird under his feet, quickly flying toward Lin Xuan. The bird was entirely black, but its claws were white. Though not large, its flying speed was very fast, even faster than the Swift Eagle by a third.

"Hmph! In front of my Black Feather, you have no chance of escape!" The black-clothed martial artist sneered.

Soon, he caught up with Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan was now less than fifty meters away from the black-clothed martial artist. He knew he couldn't panic; he had to stay calm to have any chance of survival.

"Air combat is disadvantageous for me; I need to descend immediately." Lin Xuan urged the Swift Eagle to fly down toward the forest.

Whoosh!

When the Swift Eagle reached a low altitude, Lin Xuan jumped off and landed steadily on the ground.

The black-clothed martial artist also leaped down and landed smoothly. He crossed his arms, his eyes full of contempt.

"Eighth Stage Condensation Pulse!" Lin Xuan's pupils dilated when he saw the other person's cultivation. He recognized this person as the black-clothed man who had suddenly attacked him before.

"The Ling family is really shameless. After losing the competition, they want to kill to cover up their tracks!" Lin Xuan sneered.

"Boy, talking now is pointless. Blame yourself for provoking the wrong person!" The black-clothed man sneered, a layer of fiery red appearing on his palm.

"What should I do?" Lin Xuan's eyes were fixed on the black-clothed man, his heart filled with anxiety. Suddenly, he had an idea.

"With my Sixth Stage Condensation Pulse cultivation, he won't use his full strength. If I can exploit his underestimation, I might have a chance to turn the tide!" Lin Xuan felt a glimmer of hope. "My biggest trump cards are the Spirit Gathering Pill and the seed of sword intent."

"The Spirit Gathering Pill can instantly boost my cultivation to the Seventh Stage Condensation Pulse, and the seed of sword intent makes my attacks more formidable."

"However, I only have one chance. If I fail, I won't have another opportunity." Lin Xuan took a deep breath and carefully considered the details.

At this moment, the black-clothed martial artist made his move.

He swung his right palm in the air, forming a fiery red palm the size of a millstone in front of him. It carried intense heat and quickly attacked Lin Xuan.

"So fast!" Lin Xuan was startled and quickly dodged using the Lingxu Step, but he didn't use his full strength. He wanted to create the illusion that he was easily defeated.

Bang!

With one palm, Lin Xuan narrowly avoided the attack. The row of trees behind him was completely shattered, and the branches turned to ashes.

"What terrifying palm power!" Lin Xuan was deeply wary of the black-clothed man. If the black-clothed man used his full strength, he would have no chance.

"Even if you won the competition, you will still die at my hands!" The black-clothed martial artist had a mocking expression. He placed one hand behind his back and extended his right hand, trying to grab Lin Xuan.

"A martial artist like you, I can crush with one hand!" The black-clothed man's palm was like steel, and even a casual grab produced a whistling sound.

"Opportunity!" Lin Xuan saw that the black-clothed man didn't even use his spiritual energy, attacking with just one hand. He knew the opportunity had come.

With a light flick of his storage ring, Lin Xuan reached his fastest speed ever, swallowing a pill the size of a longan. Immediately, the Red Flame Great Sword appeared in his hand.

His spiritual energy circulated to its peak, and he continuously communicated with the seed of sword intent, unleashing his strongest attack, Thunder Slash.

All of this happened in an instant. When the black-clothed man arrogantly attacked with one hand, his fate was sealed.

Lin Xuan suddenly burst forth, golden lightning enveloping his body. A swift golden flash directly cut through the black-clothed man's arm.

In this golden light, there was a faint pressure, weak but like a dormant supreme beast, making one's heart tremble.

"Ahh!" The black-clothed man screamed and retreated, his arm severed.

Lin Xuan, having landed a successful hit, immediately retreated without engaging further. At that moment, he felt his essence, energy, and spirit perfectly merge, and that strike reached his peak state.

"Boy, I! Will! Kill! You!" The black-clothed man's face was contorted with pain. He couldn't believe that the boy he considered insignificant could cut off his arm.

"I will tear you apart piece by piece, and I will make you regret ever being born!" The black-clothed man's body glowed with fiery red light, like a volcano ready to erupt.

"Fiery Palm!" The black-clothed martial artist swung his left hand, and a sky full of red palm shadows rushed toward Lin Xuan. At the same time, the black-clothed man leaped high, trailing a red glow, charging fiercely.

Illusory Lightning Step!

Lin Xuan quickly dodged, not daring to take the hit.

First, his seventh spiritual vein had just been opened, and he needed to stabilize his cultivation. Second, the attack of an enraged Eighth Stage Condensation Pulse martial artist was not something he could withstand.

Boom! Bang! Bang!

The fiery red palm shadows pierced the ground, forming deep pits with a radius of ten feet, and countless trees fell. Lin Xuan was barely grazed by the palm wind, feeling as if he had collided with a volcano, his blood and qi churning.

"Die!"

Lin Xuan, who had dodged the palm shadows, was not out of danger. The black-clothed man used a movement technique, appearing right in front of him. His left palm, like a red iron block, slammed down.