"AHHH—"
The Lin Family’s Core Elder, Lin Shan, his eyes bloodshot, looked like a Mad Tiger. He completely ignored Elder Fang Yuan, with whom he had been fighting.
He took a slash from his opponent head-on. Blood gushing from his shoulder, he forcibly broke away from the fight and lunged viciously at Fang Han.
The pair of Iron Judge’s Pens in his hands whistled sharply through the air, aiming straight for two of Fang Han’s vital points: the back of his heart and his temple.
His moves were vicious and cunning; he clearly hated Fang Han to the bone.
Seeing several elite Lin Family Martial Artists cut down by Fang Han like grass, his heart bled. His reason was utterly consud by rage. He no longer cared about the consequences of killing Fang Han; all he wanted was to tear him limb from limb.
"Fang Han, watch out!"
A few Fang Family Martial Artists cried out in warning and tried to intercept, but they were too late.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, just as Lin Shan’s Judge’s Pens were about to connect, Fang Han’s body slid bizarrely to the side as if he had no bones.
"SHINK! SHINK!"
The two Judge’s Pens grazed the corner of his clothes by a hair’s breadth. The sharp gust of wind they generated stung his skin.
"Old bastard, in such a hurry to die?"
A cold glint flashed in Fang Han’s eyes. He twisted around, and his Cyan Blade Sword transford into a streak of cyan lightning, slicing back toward Lin Shan’s wrist.
"CLANG!"
Lin Shan hastily changed his move, crossing his Judge’s Pens to block the sword’s edge.
The clash of tal sent sparks flying!
A trendous force, far beyond his imagination, surged through the Judge’s Pens, making his arms go numb and his qi and blood roil.
He stumbled back three steps before he could barely steady himself.
"You... Your Cultivation?!"
Lin Shan shot his head up and stared intently at Fang Han, his face filled with incredulous horror.
In that brief clash, the Inner Qi transmitted from the sword had been vigorous, condensed, and imnse—far beyond what an Eighth Grade Martial Artist could possess.
That was clearly... the Seventh Grade Inner Qi Realm!
’How is this possible?! That little bastard from the Fang Family has only been in the Qingxuan Sect for a year! How could he go from the Early Stage of Ninth Grade to Seventh Grade in a single year?!’
The imnse shock even suppressed his rage and hatred, causing him to falter for a split second.
"Old bastard, today isn’t just the day you die—it’s the day the Lin Family is annihilated!"
Fang Han’s voice was ice-cold, and he didn’t pause for a mont.
He executed the Wind Shadow Step again, his figure closing in like the wind. His Cyan Blade Sword trembled and transford into several glints of cold light, instantly enveloping Lin Shan’s vital points.
"Arrogant junior!"
Lin Shan suppressed the storm in his heart and roared, his Judge’s Pens dancing wildly as he desperately blocked.
However, the absolute gap in their Cultivation was not sothing that desperation could overco.
Fang Han’s Swordsmanship had reached the Great Success stage; he completely overwheld Lin Shan in speed, power, and precision.
In just three to five moves, his sword’s light found an opening and struck like a viper, piercing through the defensive circle of the Judge’s Pens.
"PFFT!"
With a soft sound, the Cyan Blade Sword accurately pierced Lin Shan’s heart.
Lin Shan’s body stiffened, his movents freezing instantly.
He looked down at the sword tip protruding from his chest, then slowly raised his head to look at Fang Han, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say sothing.
His eyes were filled with utter shock, unwillingness, and a deep sense of despair for the Lin Family’s future.
Finally, the light in his eyes quickly faded, and his body slumped to the ground.
Fang Han expressionlessly withdrew his sword, flicked the blood from its tip, and scanned the battlefield.
According to the plan, he needed to eliminate the Lin Family’s top combatants—aside from Lin Yaotian—as quickly as possible. This ant the three Core Elders, including Lin Shan.
Lin Shan was dead. That left Lin Yan and Lin Ying.
Without stopping, he once again blended into the chaotic battle, spreading his Spiritual Sense to search for Lin Yan and Lin Ying.
Soon, in a courtyard on the east side of the mansion, he found Lin Yan locked in a fierce battle with Elder Fang Tu.
Lin Yan was dressed in tight-fitting martial attire, his bare arms covered in knotted muscles. His pair of iron palms stirred up vicious gusts of wind as he swung them, his Palm Technique fierce and violent. He and Fang Tu were locked in a stalemate.
Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Han’s figure flashed, cutting into the battle like a phantom.
"Lin Yan, die!"
The Cyan Blade Sword let out a sharp whistle as it tore through the air, stabbing straight for an opening under Lin Yan’s ribs.
"You little bastard! Get lost!"
Sensing the danger, Lin Yan roared. He abandoned Fang Tu and, with his left palm wrapped in dense Inner Qi, slapped viciously at the body of the sword, trying to knock it aside.
However, he had underestimated the speed and power of this strike, and he had underestimated Fang Han’s current strength.
"SHLICK!"
The sword flashed. The Inner Qi enveloping his palm was shattered, and Lin Yan’s striking left hand was severed at the wrist.
Blood sprayed wildly!
Lin Yan let out a bloodcurdling scream. Overwheld by the intense pain, his movents instantly fell into disarray.
How could Elder Fang Tu let such a perfect opportunity pass? The light of his saber swept past like a bolt of white silk!
"THWACK—!"
Lin Yan’s screams ca to an abrupt halt. His head, wearing an expression of disbelief, flew into the air as blood gushed from his neck like a fountain.
"Good lad!"
Elder Fang Tu sheathed his saber and looked at Fang Han, his eyes full of admiration and delight.
Fang Han gave a slight nod, and his figure vanished again as he went to find his final target, Lin Ying.
In the southwest corner of the Lin Mansion, near a rather gloomy corridor, he found the Law Enforcent Elder Lin Ying, who was darting through the area like a shadow, specializing in ambushing Fang Family Martial Artists.
Lin Ying’s Body Technique was eerie. He excelled at using Hidden Weapons and Short Blades, often attacking from unexpected angles. Several Fang Family Martial Artists had already died at his hands.
"Your opponent is ."
Fang Han’s voice, like a cold wind, suddenly sounded from behind Lin Ying.
Greatly alard, Lin Ying dodged quickly while simultaneously flicking his hand back, sending several poisoned darts straight at Fang Han’s face.
"TING! TING! TING!"
With a light flick of his wrist, Fang Han’s Cyan Blade Sword drew several precise arcs, batting all the darts out of the air.
The next mont, he took a step forward. The speed of his Wind Shadow Step erupted, and he instantly closed the distance to Lin Ying.
Lin Ying’s vision blurred. Fang Han was already in front of him, the cold tip of the sword rapidly growing larger in his pupils.
He desperately tried to dodge and block, but the difference in their speed was too great.
"PFFT!"
The sword’s tip accurately sank into Lin Ying’s throat.
Lin Ying’s body trembled, his eyes filled with terror and unwillingness. The Short Blade in his hand fell to the ground with a CLATTER, and he collapsed, dead.
After consecutively killing the three Core Elders of the Lin Family, Fang Han’s breathing was still steady. Only his gaze grew sharper, brimming with killing intent.
Without pausing, he tapped his toes on the ground and soared up like a great bird, speeding toward the center of the Lin Mansion where the commotion was loudest—the battlefield where Patriarch Fang Lingyuan and Lin Yaotian were fighting!
This was the main battlefield that would decide the success of the raid.
In the center of the Lin Mansion, on a wide, open Martial Arts Arena, the scene was one of complete chaos.
The ground was pockmarked with craters and littered with shattered weapon fragnts and fresh bloodstains.
Two figures were clashing fiercely in the center of the arena. The sound of their Qi Force colliding was like rolling thunder, and the gales they whipped up made the surrounding torches flicker violently.
It was Fang Lingyuan and Lin Yaotian!
Fang Lingyuan’s Saber Technique was steady and experienced. Every slash was powerful and heavy, carrying a resolute killing intent.
Lin Yaotian, on the other hand, wielded a Broadsword. His Swordsmanship was broad and sweeping, its power astonishing. But at this mont, his face was filled with shock, fury, and confusion. As he blocked, he roared his questions.
"Fang Lingyuan! Have you gone mad?! The New Year festival just ended, and you lead an attack on my Lin Mansion! What are you trying to do? Do you really want to fight my Lin Family to the death, to the point of mutual destruction?!"
"Mutual destruction? Lin Yaotian, you think too highly of your Lin Family!"
Fang Lingyuan’s Saber Montum didn’t falter as he replied coldly.
"Today is the day your Lin Family is annihilated! Pay with your lives for the clansn my Fang Family has lost!"
"Annihilate my Lin Family? With just you? Wishful thinking!"
Lin Yaotian laughed in fury, his Broadsword dancing wildly, whipping up a gale of sword wind.
"We are both at the Middle Stage of Seventh Grade. We’ve fought for over a decade, and neither of us has ever been able to defeat the other. You think you can kill ? Just wait until my Lin Family’s Martial Artists have recovered, and I’ll make your Fang Family pay a heavy price!"
Although he was shocked and furious about the Fang Family’s sudden attack and the Lin Family’s heavy losses, he didn’t believe Fang Lingyuan had the ability to kill him.
Even if he couldn’t win, he was confident he could escape. As long as he was alive, the Lin Family would not fall!
The Fang Family couldn’t withstand the constant ambushes of a Seventh Grade Martial Artist hiding in the shadows.
Just then, however, a clear, cold voice, as if from the Nine Nether Cold Prison, suddenly rang out from the edge of the arena:
"And what if you add to the equation?"
Before the words had even faded, a figure in cyan robes had appeared silently at the edge of the battlefield like a phantom, standing with a sword in hand. It was Fang Han.
In the heat of battle, Lin Yaotian spared a glance, saw it was Fang Han, and instinctively sneered. His attacks didn’t stop as he shouted.
"Junior! This is no place for you to speak! Don’t think you’re so great just because you joined the Qingxuan Sect! Get the hell away from !"
He simply didn’t believe a boy who had only been a disciple for a year could pose any threat to him.
’Even if he has Talent, there’s no way he could have matured yet!’
In the next instant, however, the sneer froze on his face.
Because Fang Han moved!
He didn’t move forward to attack from both sides. Instead, he slowly raised the Cyan Blade Sword in his hand.
Following his movent, a tyrannical, peerless wave of imnse Inner Qi—only slightly weaker than that of the two n fighting—erupted from his body without reservation.
The Inner Qi was as condensed as a mountain and as deep as an abyss, carrying an incomparably sharp edge. It was, unmistakably, the power of the Seventh Grade Inner Qi Realm!
"Sev... Seventh Grade?! How can you possibly be Seventh Grade?!"
Lin Yaotian felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. His movents froze, his pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, and his face was instantly flooded with utter horror and disbelief.
He stared at Fang Han, as if trying to confirm whether he was hallucinating.
’One year! Just one year! From Ninth Grade to Seventh Grade?!’
This completely overturned decades of his understanding of the Martial Dao!
It wasn’t that he’d never t disciples from the Qingxuan Sect, but from what he knew, none of them had such a terrifying rate of advancent!
If the tangible fluctuations of Seventh Grade Internal Qi weren’t right before his eyes, he would never have believed this absurd reality!
The imnse shock even caused him to reveal a fatal opening.
"Now!"
Fang Lingyuan’s Saber Montum instantly surged, and he attacked like a raging tempest.
Fang Han moved at the exact sa ti!
He pushed his Wind Shadow Step to its limit, his figure seeming to rge with the wind. The Cyan Blade Sword let out a clear, long cry as it stabbed toward an opening in Lin Yaotian’s flank, carrying a sharp Sword Montum that could tear through anything.
"Damn it!"
Despite his terror, Lin Yaotian forcibly focused his mind. His Broadsword danced wildly as he desperately tried to block the two-pronged assault.
But now, the situation had completely changed!
Not only had Fang Han’s Cultivation reached Seventh Grade, but the power of his Swordsmanship and the eeriness of his Body Technique were even superior to those of Fang Lingyuan, a Middle-stage Seventh Grade Martial Artist.
The pressure he brought to bear far surpassed Fang Lingyuan’s.
Joining forces with Fang Lingyuan, their attacks were like a furious storm. Their coordination was perfect, and they instantly suppressed Lin Yaotian, putting him completely on the defensive.
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