Chapter 80

A sudden palm strike sealed all of Lin Xuan's escape routes.

The fiery red palm print, like a bright red sun, emitted a radiant light, and an overwhelmingly powerful energy pressed down like a mountain.

Even with the Illusory Thunder Step, Lin Xuan could not evade this palm strike.

"I can only use this move now." Lin Xuan's eyes flickered; he was about to use a move that he practiced every day but rarely used.

"Starfall from the Heavens!"

Man and sword transformed into a streak of light, like a meteor falling, dazzling to the eye.

Swoosh! Bang!

The air exploded, as if split in two, and a five-zhang radius seemed to form a vacuum.

As the light faded, the two figures became visible.

The black-robed warrior had a bloody sword wound from his arm to his chest, the flesh torn and the bone visible.

Lin Xuan's sword had almost split him in two.

The black-robed man's face was twisted, his eyes filled with fear. He was once again stunned by the young man before him. This time, he had used all his strength, but he was more severely injured than before!

If this continued, even if he could kill Lin Xuan, he would be mortally wounded. Facing this calm young man, he felt a hint of retreat.

Lin Xuan was not in good shape either. Although he had successfully injured the black-robed man with his sword, he had also been hit by the fiery red palm, breaking many of his ribs and suffering severe internal injuries.

This was the first time he had felt the threat of death.

Lin Xuan forced himself to stand up, his long sword pointing at the black-robed warrior again. At this moment, he could not show weakness; he had to be strong and intimidate the enemy. Otherwise, the black-robed warrior might attack again.

Sure enough, seeing Lin Xuan's sword, the black-robed warrior instinctively took two steps back.

"Fear?" Lin Xuan smiled, seeing fear in the black-robed warrior's eyes. A Condensation Pulse Eighth Rank warrior being afraid of a Condensation Pulse Sixth Rank youth was hard to believe, but it was happening to the black-robed man.

Seeing Lin Xuan's mocking smile, the black-robed warrior was extremely angry. He had also noticed his own fear, but compared to his life, everything else seemed unimportant.

However, Lin Xuan clearly did not want to let him go. If he returned and brought back a stronger enemy, Lin Xuan would be doomed.

"I won't let you escape," Lin Xuan's body trembled, but his eyes were bright like stars, and his aura was like a world-class sword being drawn from its sheath, sharp and piercing.

The black-robed man's pupils constricted. He was surprised by Lin Xuan's decisiveness and even more shocked by his aura.

This aura, like a world-class cold light, made his heart tremble.

"Sword Aura! And far beyond the beginner level!" The black-robed man had no fighting spirit left. He trembled like a frightened kitten.

The young man before him was a mystery, impossible to fathom. First, his cultivation had surged, and he had severed the black-robed man's arm with one sword strike. Then, under the black-robed man's full attack, he had used a stunning move, and finally, he had emitted a Sword Aura close to the Minor Success stage.

"Run!" This was the only thought in the black-robed warrior's mind.

Lin Xuan slowly raised his long sword, the Sword Intent seed in his body glowing like a golden sun.

Raising his hand, he struck.

The black-robed man retreated in despair, realizing that what Lin Xuan had swung was not a sword but a divine thunder descending from the heavens, piercing through the sky and destroying everything.

"Ahh!" A惨叫, the black-robed warrior was struck between the eyebrows, his eyes filled with infinite fear as he collapsed to the ground.

Lin Xuan planted his sword in the ground and couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood. He struggled to walk to the black-robed warrior and took his storage ring.

This battle was the most dangerous one he had ever experienced in his martial arts career. He had used all his trump cards to barely kill the black-robed warrior.

"This is the strength of a Condensation Pulse Eighth Rank?" Lin Xuan couldn't help but think of Zhang Qian. As an elite disciple of the sect, Zhang Qian's strength was likely much greater than the black-robed warrior's.

"But I have the Sword Intent seed. If I can comprehend it to a certain extent, killing Zhang Qian won't be a problem." Lin Xuan had no fear, only a hint of anticipation. Only a stronger opponent could help him grow faster.

Putting away his sword, Lin Xuan took out a few healing pills and found a safe place to recover.

The Longevity Technique rapidly circulated in his body, and the seven spirit meridians vibrated, quickly repairing his internal injuries.

Time flew by, and a day passed.

In Yunlan City, Ling Ze paced anxiously. The black-robed man he had sent out had been gone for a whole day, and there was still no news, which made him uneasy.

"What am I worried about? A mere Condensation Pulse Sixth Rank youth, how could he possibly escape?" Ling Ze tried to reassure himself.

But the longer he waited, the more uneasy he became: "Could he have really escaped?"

He never considered the possibility that the black-robed man had been killed, as he thought it was impossible.

"Fine, I'll go back to the sect and see." Ling Ze couldn't ignore it any longer, so he decided to return to Xuantian Sect to check on Lin Xuan.

Half a day later, a ten-zhang-long demonic bird carried Ling Ze and two black-robed warriors toward Xuantian Sect.

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In the forest, Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes. His injuries were about 70-80% healed, and even his broken bones had been mended by the Longevity Technique, returning to normal.

This made him marvel at the Longevity Technique's miraculous nature. Among the cultivation techniques he knew, none could compare to it.

Next, Lin Xuan did not immediately set out but instead recalled yesterday's battle, summarizing his experience.

"The Thunder Sword Aura is close to the Minor Success stage, and its power is unimaginable. However, the Thunder Movement Sword Technique is somewhat outdated and no longer matches my strength." Lin Xuan pondered. In the outer sect, the Thunder Movement Sword Technique was his main offensive technique, but as his cultivation improved, the incomplete Thunder Movement Sword Technique could no longer satisfy him.

"The Illusory Thunder Step needs further improvement, and Starfall from the Heavens remains my ultimate life-saving move." Lin Xuan realized he had too few trump cards.

"This time, I need to choose a few martial arts to全面提升一下." Lin Xuan rubbed his chin, but before that, he had another idea.

Now, his spiritual energy was of the lightning attribute, which he had specifically converted to match the Thunder Movement Sword Technique. However, with the Lightning Sword Intent seed, his lightning attribute spiritual energy seemed redundant.

Moreover, he felt that the Longevity Technique's greatest advantage was its ability to integrate all attributes and its terrifying recovery power, which he had experienced during the healing process.

"Can I transfer all the lightning attributes in my body to the Sword Intent seed and restore my spiritual energy to a normal, attribute-less state?" Lin Xuan had an idea and began to experiment.

First, he activated the Sword Intent seed, making it emit the pressure of the Nine Heavens Thunder, to see if it could attract the lightning in his body.

In the next moment, his body underwent a startling transformation.