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251: overwhelmingHowever, he was not given any time to think.

Lin Jingyu’s figure flickered like a specter, his footwork profound, as if shrinking the ground into inches, instantly closing the distance to less than three feet in front of Hong Lie.

He still held his fingers together like a sword, the tip concentrating a sharp, starlight-like radiance, silently yet swiftly as lightning, pointing toward Hong Lie’s chest.

Hong Lie was greatly startled, his soul nearly leaving his body!

In his haste, he could only frantically activate the spiritual power within his body, condensing a somewhat rushed crimson spiritual light shield in front of him, while simultaneously bringing both palms back to cross and guard his chest.

”Pfft...”

However, Lin Jingyu’s fingertip was incredibly solid, seemingly containing a sharp Concept capable of piercing all Spells and ignoring all defenses.

The hastily condensed spiritual light shield was torn apart easily by the fingertip, as if it were made of paper.

The fingertip’s momentum did not decrease, lightly brushing past the wrists of his crossed, blocking palms.

”Ergh ah—!”

Hong Lie let out a mournful shriek, feeling as if his wrists had been fiercely pierced by red-hot steel needles, or instantly frozen and cracked by extremely cold ice cones. A strange and dominant force instantly penetrated his Meridians, completely shattering the palm power he had gathered.

His entire body felt as though it had been struck by a heavy hammer. He stumbled back seven or eight steps, his internal Qi and blood wildly churning. A sweetness rose in his throat, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of congested blood, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

All of this happened too quickly!

From the moment Hong Lie made his Move until he was repelled by a single finger, it was merely the blink of an eye! The outcome was decided in an instant!

A master of the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining, famous for many years, actually suffered a major loss in just one exchange.

The entire area instantly fell into a dead silence! Everyone was stunned by this unbelievable scene!

The look of disdain on Wang Black Fiend’s face completely vanished, replaced by unprecedented solemnity and a subtle hint of unease. He stared intently at Lin Jingyu, as if trying to see through him completely.

”Attack together! Kill this wicked brat for me!”

Wang Black Fiend was, after all, a character who lived by the blade. He made a decision instantly, roared, and violently drew the Ghost Head Saber from his waist.

As the saber left its sheath, it emitted a mournful shriek like a hundred ghosts weeping. Dense Black Fiend Qi erupted and coiled around the blade.

He gripped the saber with both hands and swung it out with full force!

A bolt of black saber aura, like the kiss of death from the Nine Netherworld, tore through the air, carrying a grand and massive aura, slashing directly towards Lin Jingyu’s head.

At the same time, the more than twenty Cultivators from the Wang and Hong Families who had already been preparing behind him also shouted and swarmed forward. Various colors of Spell light illuminated the scene—Flying Swords, Talismans, poisonous mist, ice cones... they covered Lin Jingyu and Lin Lingkuang’s group behind him like a torrential storm, attempting to completely overwhelm them.

”Protect the Young Clan Leader!”

Lin Lingkuang’s eyes were bloodshot. He roared in fury, drew the long saber from his waist, and was about to charge forward with four skilled Lin Family members to defend Lin Jingyu desperately.

”No need.”

Lin Jingyu’s voice remained calm and unwavering, as if the terrifying assault before him were merely a gentle breeze.

His figure moved again, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, or a specter roaming at night, gracefully moving through the dense hail of saber light, sword shadows, and dazzling Spell torrents.

His movements did not seem particularly fast, yet he always managed to evade fatal attacks by a hair’s breadth at the crucial moment, his figure flickering and leaving trails of afterimages.

To him, these people’s attacks were simply weak and ineffective, countless times inferior to the Blood Sun he had faced.

At the same time, the hand seals of his two hands changed unpredictably. Sometimes pointing, sometimes palming, sometimes flicking, sometimes brushing—each strike did not aim for maximum lethality, but for extreme precision.

The spiritual light on his fingertips flickered, always striking the most critical node in the execution of an enemy’s Move, the momentary gap during spiritual power conversion, or the weakest connection point in the control of a Magical Artifact.

”Crack!”

A fine iron long saber, heavily swung down by a Wang Family Cultivator, was struck by Lin Jingyu’s finger seven inches from the spine of the blade.

The Cultivator felt a strange force pass through the saber; his entire arm instantly went numb, and the fine iron blade snapped into two pieces with a loud sound.

”Pfft!”

A massive fireball that a Hong Family Cultivator had just conjured with a hand seal, before it could fully form and shoot out, was struck in its core mid-air by a concentrated blast of finger Qi from Lin Jingyu.

With a loud ”boom,” the fireball exploded in the air, and the violent backlash directly sent the Cultivator flying backward, spitting blood.

”Aiya!”

Another Cultivator’s crimson Flying Sword was about to pierce Lin Jingyu’s back. Yet, he seemed to have eyes on his back, not even turning his head, and flicked his finger backward.

He struck precisely the almost imperceptible Talisman node where the sword guard met the blade.

The Flying Sword let out a mournful cry, its spiritual light instantly dimmed, and it flew back out of control, nearly impaling its original owner.

Wherever he passed, the Cultivators of the Wang and Hong Families fell down one after another like harvested straw.

Screams, shouts of alarm, and the sound of Magical Artifacts shattering rose and fell continuously.

Lin Jingyu moved through the crowd as if taking a stroll in a courtyard, utterly invincible!

At the same time, he was constantly refining the Dao of Interception that he had accidentally comprehended, using his strengths to attack the enemy’s weaknesses.

This would grant a great advantage in combat.

However, he didn’t know if this was just a skill, or something that could condense into a True Intent.

Wang Black Fiend watched with a pounding heart, cold sweat soaking his back.

It was somewhat wicked; even he couldn’t directly withstand the attacks of so many people.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, and poured all the vast spiritual power in his body unreservedly into the Ghost Head Saber.

The black Qi around the saber surged, trembling violently and emitting a sharp buzzing sound. The coiling black Qi actually condensed faintly into the phantom image of a ferocious, roaring Dragon head, which opened its maw and emitted a terrifying aura of devouring living beings.

”Black Dragon Soul Severing Slash! Die for me!”

Gripping the saber with both hands, he unleashed his ultimate trump card. Man and saber became one, transforming into a black lightning bolt that tore through space.

Accompanied by a mournful howl, it slashed fiercely toward Lin Jingyu again with the momentum of Mount Tai crashing down.

The power of this slash far surpassed the previous one. Before the saber arrived, the violent aura alone caused people’s Divine Souls to tremble.

Lin Jingyu’s eyes slightly chilled. This time, he no longer solely relied on dodging and maneuvering.

He took a deep breath, and the pure spiritual power of the Peak of Ninth Level Qi Refining within his body surged out like a bursting river, gathering on his right palm.

In the center of his palm, the low sound of wind and thunder faintly resonated, and the surrounding air seemed to become viscous.

Facing this fierce and peerless slash, he surprisingly neither dodged nor avoided it, striking out with a single palm.

This palm strike seemed simple and unadorned, lacking dazzling light and shadow or complex Moves. It was only the overwhelming and vast spiritual power, carrying a trace of Thunder True Intent, that was utterly refined and pure.

”Rumble!”

The palm force and the Ghost Head Saber collided violently, producing a terrifying, deafening roar like thunder from the Nine Heavens.

Violent waves of Qi spread wildly outward from the collision point like tangible ripples. Sand flew, stones rolled, and smoke and dust filled the air.

The ground was forcibly scraped down by three inches, and the few Cultivators who were close by were directly thrown away by the Qi waves.