Chapter 359: Big Brother Pei, leave me some of the spotlight

The city wall of Lingchen, since its construction, had stood for centuries without falling.

Today, the wall collapsed.

Among the rubble of the collapsed wall, a red spear stood embedded, radiating endless coldness.

At the scene, warriors from Liang Guo and other nations alike felt a chill run through their bodies.

Earlier, when they saw Pei Pei Qingming's sword wound the elder of Xuanming Sect, they had wondered whether the power of Xiantian warriors had been exaggerated.

Only after witnessing this sight did they realize the power of Xiantian warriors had not been exaggerated—Pei Pei Qingming's strength was far greater than they had imagined.

But even if Pei Pei Qingming was strong, he had only wounded this Xuanming Sect elder; now four more Xiantian warriors of the same realm had arrived.

Despair!

Helplessness!

Liang Guo's warriors saw no hope; they could not fathom how to break this deadlock.

"One Xiantian warrior, Liang Guo can barely resist; five Xiantian warriors, only if all nine nations unite might they stand a chance."

Among the crowd, a warrior from another nation whispered.

Liang Guo can resist one Xiantian warrior; Han Guo should be able to as well. Let Qi Guo handle the other three—this shouldn't be too big a problem.

But now, aside from Liang Guo, all other nations had abandoned the fight.

Han Guo was the first to defect to Jiu Que Sect; with the strongest of the nine nations leading the way, how could the others dare resist?

"Brother Liao, if we hadn't come, would you have surrendered to Liang Guo? You can't even handle one Liang Guo?"

The owner of the spear wore a faint smile; the other three Xiantian warriors wore the same expression.

Xuanming Sect's humiliation was precisely what they wanted to see.

But Liang Guo's defiance had violated their taboos.

"Brother Liao, we'll eliminate this man for you—Lord Lingxiao City is yours. But this man must be taken by us."

Hearing this, Liao Kai's face darkened. Lord Lingxiao energy was Xiantian energy, of immense value to sects—but from his personal standpoint, Pei Pei Qingming's sword dao will was even more valuable.

He had already entered the Xiantian realm; he no longer needed Xiantian energy much.

He coveted Pei Pei Qingming's sword dao will—these men before him were surely after the same thing.

"Brother Liao, you wouldn't refuse, would you?"

Liao Kai remained silent, but Pei Pei Qingming sighed softly—he knew exactly what they wanted: his cultivated sword dao will.

He didn't know what this sword dao will meant in Yanhuang Dynasty, but if it drew the attention of these five Xiantian warriors, it was clearly no ordinary thing.

A warrior from a desolate land, cultivating a dao will that made Yanhuang Dynasty Xiantian warriors covet it—his life was not in vain.

Thinking this, Pei Pei Qingming suddenly burst into loud laughter.

The laughter instantly drew the attention of everyone present, causing Liao Kai and the other four Xiantian warriors to frown at him, puzzled by what he found so amusing.

"Sword, come!"

Pei Pei Qingming let out a sharp cry. Inside Lord Lingxiao City, the blue sword in Lord Lingxiao Hall seemed to sense something—it rang once, then shot skyward, carrying boundless Lord Lingxiao energy.

Shhh!

The blue sword hovered above Pei Pei Qingming's head.

Ting!

At the same moment, the sword in Pei Pei Qingming's hand erupted with overwhelming sword qi, flooding his entire body.

"Bad! He's about to detonate his sword dao will!"

"Everyone, combine forces and seal him first! As for who ultimately claims this sword dao will, we'll settle it later."

Sword dao will was extremely rare even in Yanhuang Dynasty.

Anyone who awakened sword dao will was immediately taken as a disciple by the supreme sects—who would dare target such a genius?

Now, after so long, they had finally found one in a desolate land—how could they let this chance slip away?

Even if not all of them practiced sword arts, trading this sword dao will could fetch a fortune—or, if given to a sect or clan descendant with even slight sword talent, implanting this dao will into them could grant them eligibility to join supreme sects, ensuring they at least reached Xiantian Second Realm.

The air at Lord Lingxiao's gate seemed frozen. Around Pei Pei Qingming, sword qi blazed like boiling golden flames, tearing rips in his blue robe.

Blood dripped from his third eye; the blue sword above his head emitted a dying, piercing shriek—about to plunge into his forehead.

Behind him, Liang Guo warriors didn't know what Pei Pei Qingming intended, but they guessed he was about to take his enemies down with him.

"Pei Qingming!"

"Brother Pei!"

"Master Pei!"

Countless Liang Guo warriors clenched their fists—until, at the very moment the blue sword touched Pei Pei Qingming's forehead, a voice came from within the city.

"Big Brother Pei, that's not fair—you've hogged all the spotlight and left me nothing."

The gentle, familiar voice stunned Meng Xing and many Lord Lingxiao Academy disciples in the crowd—especially Meng Xing, whose gaze snapped instantly to the rear.

Seeing the slender figure appear, recognizing that familiar smile, Meng Xing recalled the scene when Lin Private Secretary had stepped forward to face the Xiang Guo Academy's provocations.

He recalled the moment when Lin Private Secretary had turned the tide against Yu Yu Beichen and his two brothers on the Southern Sand Islands.

Back then, Lin Private Secretary had worn this same smile, spoken these same casual words. "It's Lin Chen!"

"Lin Chen has appeared? Since becoming top-ranked on the Qilong List, he vanished— I thought Liang Guo had hidden him away."

Showing up now would be foolish—these Xiantian experts clearly intend to destroy Liang Guo. Someone as talented as Lin Chen? They won't let him live.

The principle of cutting the grass and rooting out the roots applied everywhere.

"Lin Chen?"

Lin Chen's sudden appearance halted Pei Pei Qingming's self-destruction—the tip of the blue sword hovered at his forehead, not advancing an inch.

"Big Brother Pei, leave the rest to me."

Lin Chen ignored the pressure from the five Xiantian warriors' gazes and walked up to Pei Pei Qingming.

Pei Pei Qingming didn't ask how Lin Chen would resolve this—he knew Lin Chen wasn't the type to boast. If he appeared and spoke these words, he had the strength to back them.

"Fine. Then I'll take a rest, little brother."

The blue sword floated once more above his head. Pei Pei Qingming chose to trust Lin Chen—but he did not withdraw the sword.

"Lin Chen? The top-ranked on the Qilong List, the so-called number-one genius of the nine nations' younger generation?"

Zhang Xun's eyes fixed on Lin Chen. The boy remained calm under the scrutiny of five Xiantian warriors—his composure was impressive. In Yanhuang Dynasty, such talent would be taken as a disciple.

Too bad Lin Chen was from Liang Guo.

Liang Guo dared defy the Alliance of Superior Sects—it must be destroyed, and Lin Chen must die.

Even if they took Lin Chen into their sect, who could guarantee he wouldn't seek revenge for Liang Guo once he grew strong?

After all, this was his homeland; many Liang Guo warriors were surely closely tied to him.

No sect needed to risk itself for one genius.

As always: Yanhuang Dynasty had no shortage of martial talents.

"Boy, you've piqued my interest. Let's see how you plan to escape this dead end."

Since Pei Pei Qingming had ceased detonating his sword dao's will, the five Xiantian experts no longer rushed to act; they smirked in amusement, unable to imagine how Lin Chen could possibly escape this hopeless situation.

Did he truly think these sects would spare talent?

Not only these five Xiantian warriors were curious—everyone present now wondered how Lin Chen would resolve this.

"I can't imagine how Lin Chen could break this dead end."

"If Lin Chen can turn the tide again, even though I'm not from Liang Guo, he'll forever be the number-one man in my eyes."

"If Lin Chen thinks his martial talent alone will make these sects spare Liang Guo, he's gravely mistaken. Just now, Xuanming Sect's disciples revealed the true faces of these Yanhuang Dynasty sects—they never came to recruit talents for cultivation."

Lin Chen's black robe fluttered, his eyes swirling with starry-blue radiance. When he looked up, he roared:

"Canglan Finger!"

With that roar, a glacial-blue light ignited at Lin Chen's fingertip. Above his head, a vast starry river appeared—within it, a single finger pierced through the heavens, descending like a celestial lance.

Bam!

The colossal blue finger struck the ground, crushing a ten-zhang-deep crater.

Dust rose and dispersed.

Warriors stared in shock at the crater—was this the power of Lin Chen's single finger?

Could a lower- or mid-grade warrior achieve this?

"Lin Shi-di's strength?"

Even Pei Pei Qingming's eyes widened in shock—Lin Shi-di's power had reached upper-grade realm.

How had he advanced to upper-grade so quickly?

"His power rivals a third-rank warrior—but still insufficient against Xiantian warriors."

After their initial shock, some elders frowned—this single finger's power was not enough.

But when they saw the expressions of Liao Kai and the other four Xiantian warriors, they grew confused.

Liao Kai and the others now wore expressions of shock mixed with wariness.

Five Xiantian experts wary of the power in Lin Chen's single finger?

"Canglan Sect's Canglan Finger—I'm sure you've heard of it. You should understand what this means."

Lin Chen spoke slowly. From the moment he unleashed Canglan Finger, he saw Liao Kai and the others recognize it.

One of Canglan Sect's three great arts, famed throughout Yanhuang Dynasty.

Even Xiantian warriors who hadn't seen it would have heard of it.

"Canglan Sect's Canglan Finger—what does Lin Chen mean by this?"

"I understand now."

"What do you understand? Speak quickly, don't drag it out."

Many onlookers among the martial artists present now wished they could pry open the old man's mouth.

"The Nine Nations have no Canglan Sect, but that doesn't mean the Yan Imperial Court doesn't. Look at the wary expressions of these several Primordial experts—Canglan Sect must be powerful, and Lin Chen's Canglan Finger must be a technique from Canglan Sect. Lin Chen is telling these few that he is a disciple of Canglan Sect."

"So what?"

"To harm him is to offend Canglan Sect."

(End of Chapter)