His na is Lin Xiu.
Nether Cultivation, like the Martial Debate Hall, is a cultivation system that lacks presence, also known as Martial Cultivation.
Of course, this is not praise, but rather a subtle sarcasm.
Nether Cultivators’ study of spells borders on an obsessive attention to the intricacy of the art, and the spells they practice often rely on one or several cold weapons, which in the Cultivation Realm is seen as a misplaced effort.
—Only mundane warriors focus on the intricacy of moves.
Even Sword Cultivators, known for their exquisite technique, prioritize extre speed and attack before technique.
But as the saying goes, successful people are often obsessive.
It’s this almost pathological pursuit of technique that enables Martial Cultivators to possess ultimate combat abilities.
Many years ago, in the era most notable for Li Qiubai, there was a Martial Cultivator who, with a spear, challenged Li Qiubai several tis, always losing by a single move.
His na was also Lin Xiu.
He is now the Sect Master of the Martial Debate Hall, a domain stabilizing cultivator of the Central Martial Domain.
Although Lin Xiu was defeated by Li Qiubai, it was in other aspects; in terms of technique, he was actually on par with Li Qiubai.
Furthermore, it’s crucial to note that Lin Xiu challenged Li Qiubai openly and faced defeat.
One must know that stealth assassination abilities and spells nearing martial technique perfection are the two trademarks of Nether Cultivation.
The open challenge Lin Xiu chose was akin to giving up an arm.
And even setting those aside, being able to keep pace with Li Qiubai’s cultivation progress, initiating challenges several tis, and Li Qiubai’s willingness to accept those challenges, already proves Lin Xiu’s extraordinariness—even as a pursuer, not everyone can claim such a role.
.....
As a domain stabilizing cultivator, he should not be present here at this ti but preparing for battle at Guangling Pass.
Yet, he appears here at such an inopportune mont.
As for the reason...
The Demon Race’s army is marching south, and the first in their path are the cities and fortresses established by the Human Race outside the pass.
Even Guangling Pass can’t easily claim safety in the face of such a large-scale Demon Race army, let alone these cities and fortresses.
On the front lines, Azure Bird City was instantly broken; including the defending cultivators, a total of nine thousand eight hundred and twelve Human Race cultivators, none were spared.
Subsequently, Red Horse City fell, with all three thousand five hundred twenty-six cultivators sacrificing themselves.
Yellow Crane City was broken, and four thousand two hundred thirty-two cultivators perished.
Blue Water City was destroyed, with three thousand four hundred seventy-three cultivators not surviving.
......
Thirty-one cities were successively obliterated, bodies scattered, none spared.
Of course, to the Demonic Cultivators, destroying these cities and fortresses ans little, rely an appetizer in this war, not even enough to fill a crack.
Even to the cultivators at Guangling Pass facing the impending war, they wouldn’t rember these first wave of sacrifices overwheld by the demonic tide.
—More sacrifices are to co, and they will be greater and more tragic.
In comparison, the smallest sacrifices seem insignificant.
This is a natural occurrence.
Those guarding the cities and fortresses are unremarkable people, most with low cultivation, mainly ranging from the Sixth to Seventh Realm.
Yet Lin Xiu feels it shouldn’t be this way.
Does the sacrifice of naless individuals not count as sacrifice? Is it not worthy of rembrance?
Why?
He believes soone should rember them.
No matter if it’s the Human Race or the Demon Race.
If no one rembers, then he must ensure they are rembered.
Thus, he appears here seemingly out of place yet naturally.
......
The recently dispatched scout team has not returned.
At this juncture, the Qiangqi Demon Venerable wouldn’t entertain hopes, knowing danger surely awaits ahead.
His inherent caution prompts him to imdiately gather trusted subordinates to discuss counterasures.
As people are yet to gather, the Qiangqi Demon Venerable suddenly senses a brisk breeze brushing past his side.
Instinctively, his hair stands on end, slightly shifting to the side, retreating fifty steps.
At that mont, a bright light abruptly appears, cutting through the sky.
Beside the Qiangqi Demon Venerable, a High Ranking Demon Venerable explodes into a blood mist mid-air.
"Lin Xiu!" The Qiangqi Demon Venerable calls out in shock, his eyes fleetingly showing fear before turning to apprehension.
A slender figure slowly erges.
Dressed in white, holding a long spear, its silver light reflecting upon this man appearing alone before a million enemies like a war immortal.
Not just like....he is.
The Nether Cultivators’ title is indeed War Immortal.
Faced with the mighty army, fifty paces between them, the Qiangqi Demon Venerable feels waves of chill within.
Even a million troops cannot assure his safety.
"How co you’re here?!" The Qiangqi Demon Venerable questions in disbelief.
"To kill you." Lin Xiu replies.
Lin Xiu lightly flicks his wrist, casting aside the grotesque corpse.
Having declared his intent to kill the Qiangqi Demon Venerable, he acts promptly, without hesitation.
The long spear shakes, lunging forward like a dragon.
Having not seen him draw his spear, they witness the Qiangqi Demon Venerable only able to turn and frantically evade, weaving around.
Despite his miserable attempts, Lin Xiu’s spearhead persistently and accurately targets him.
The Qiangqi Demon Venerable can only swing the Asura Blade in an attempt to fend off Lin Xiu’s attacks.
Asura Blade and long spear clash like snakes and dragons biting each other, sparking in the sky.
The Asura’s bloodline is of ultimate strength.
Yet the Qiangqi Demon Venerable discovers his so-called ultimate strength seemingly nullified before Lin Xiu’s spear.
His Asura Blade trembles continually under the collision with Lin Xiu’s spear; worse, his right arm wielding the blade shakes violently, bones creaking under the strain, nearly shattering.
"Attack, kill him! Once he’s dead, this battle ends early!" Resisting panic and imnse pain, the Qiangqi Demon Venerable cries out.
He perceives unprecedented crisis but also unprecedented opportunity.
As long as Lin Xiu is held back until the four Asura Kings arrive, they can undoubtedly slay Lin Xiu on the spot.
With Lin Xiu dead, wouldn’t Guangling Pass be within their grasp?
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Under the strict bloodline system of the Demon Race, following orders is almost instinctual for the Demonic Cultivators.
Therefore, at the command of the Qiangqi Demon Venerable, despite sensing imnse danger and impending death, they choose to charge ahead.
Moreover, numbers indeed bolster courage.
As the Qiangqi Demon Venerable thinks:
With a million-strong army, what can Lin Xiu accomplish?
The realm knows of hundred enemies, thousand enemies, even ten thousand enemies—it might be possible that Post-Demi-Ancestor Chu Mu Shen possesses such combat power.
However, apart from the Ancestral Patriarch Xia, the existence of soone who can face a million foes has never been heard of.
This is a principle, a rule.
Because it surpasses human limitations.
Thus, Lin Xiu’s act today is suicidal.
The Qiangqi Demon Venerable reassures himself.
—Yet, no matter how he encourages or comforts himself, it doesn’t change his current predicant.
Lin Xiu’s spear’s intricacy goes far beyond this; each move appears seamless, aid at him, but the surrounding elite Demonic Cultivators—be they Eighth Grade, Ninth Grade, Low Ranking Venerables, or even dium Ranking Venerables—have no ti to experience pain before collapsing inexplicably, as though run through by a spear.
Why seem run-through?
Because the Qiangqi Demon Venerable is certain that every spear thrust Lin Xiu makes is directed at him!
Lin Xiu suddenly swings the spear, its silver-white shaft creating a dull sonic explosion, drawing a beautiful crescent in the air.
Next mont, the dozen Ninth Grade Demonic Cultivators surrounding him fall dead.
The arc flashes across their necks!
Crimson liquid splatters on the spear.
Lin Xiu’s eyes seem to bear roaring flas.
"Within ten breaths, your head will fall." Lin Xiu declares his second sentence since appearing.
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