God Emperor

The man in the bloody clothes was surrounded by many apparitions. The scene was like countless gods in harmony, radiating with blinding light.

“Leader Lin Yue,” Mu Jiji said excitedly.

“Senior Brother Apprentice Lin Yue actually walked out of the sacrificial altar. Had he been refining divine blood?” The young Monks of the Yin and Yang Sect were all excited when they saw Lin Yue.

The Moon-Burier Sword Saint and Ning Xuandao exchanged glances, feeling relieved.

Whoosh!

Lin Yue suddenly flew up from the altar. He transformed into a blood-red pillar of light and shot into the sky. He quickly disappeared in the clouds. The next moment, the blood-red light rushed to the ground at an even faster speed.

Only the Half-Saint elders could see clearly that Lin Yue was at the top of the beam of light. Holding the Void Sword, he stabbed downward.

Sword Qi radiated from the Void Sword, forming a windstorm. The swordsmen near it were all blown away.

“Such strong Sword Intent.”

Shao Lin’s expression turned ugly. He formed a sword gesture and used an imperial sword technique to thrust out the Rosefinch Sword. He exclaimed in a low voice, “Fourth level of Sword Two, Alternating Yin and Yang.”

Hot flames poured from the Rosefinch Sword. It formed a 300-foot-wide Taichi print. Two huge rosefinches circled the print. Thousands upon thousands of red sword-shaped Qi rushed out of the Taichi print like rain. They flew up with the Rosefinch Sword.

Kaboom!

An ear-splitting boom came from the square. Chaotic sword Qi formed a huge tidal wave. It flooded out in all directions.

After the sword Qi subsided, everyone looked towards the center of the square. All they saw was that the Void Sword had passed through Shao Lin’s heart. He was nailed to the ground. Bright red blood gushed out of his heart.

Lin Yue stood to the side. He grasped the Void Sword’s hilt gracefully and pulled it out of Shao Lin’s body. The snowy white blade was now bright red.

The entire place was silent. One could barely even hear breathing. Even the Saints were extremely shocked.

“Lin Yue…actually killed Shao Lin with one strike… Is this a hallucination?” A young Monk rubbed his eyes and looked back at the square center.

“Shao Lin is one of the nine Heirs and he’d drank the Holy Spring, but he couldn’t even take one of Lin Yue’s hits?”

“Lin Yue is only in the Eighth Change of the Fish-Dragon Realm. How can he be so strong? Did he use some weapon or outside force to kill Shao Lin?”

No matter what, no one could accept the fact that someone in the Eighth Change of the Fish-Dragon Realm could kill an Heir.

The nine Heirs had drank the Holy Spring. They far surpassed any Monks in their generation. How could they still not be invincible?

Many people suspected that Lin Yue had borrowed the power of some Saint. After all, Lin Yue had once borrowed Saint Lady’s Spiritual Power to defeat Snake Two of the Moon Worship Demonic Sect.

Of course, all the Saints present could see that Lin Yue had used his own power to kill Shao Lin with one strike. He hadn’t used outside help at all. This was the fact that had shocked the Saints.

If he became a Saint, the other Saints in the world would be pushed into the background. He would be the bright moon in the sky while the others were only stars orbiting around him.

Gai Tianjiao began laughing. “He deserved it. He really did. This is what should happen to traitors.”

So many Monks of the Yin and Yang Sect had wanted to kill of Shao Lin, ridding the sect of impurities, but he was too strong. The Monks who’d gone against him all ended up dying.

Lin Yue’s attack was honestly too domineering. He killed Shao Lin cleanly, boosting the morale of the Yin and Yang Sect.

Sword Saint Xuanji’s eyes narrowed. He also seemed impressed. With his vision, he could obviously see that Zhang Ruochen’s cultivation had improved greatly again.

This guy must have completed Sword Two and even added in some conceptions of Sword Three. This isn’t easy, Sword Saint Xuanji thought.

His disciples were behind him—first disciple Saint Qingxiao, second disciple Zhu Hongtao, third disciple Wan Ke, fourth disciple Feng Han, fifth disciple Half-Saint Ling Shu, and seventh disciple Huang Yanchen.

Half-Saint Ling Shu had gotten taller again. She was now 12 inches but was still dressed in red clothing. She sat on Zhu Hongtao’s right shoulder and widened her pretty eyes. “This Fish-Dragon Monk is actually more advanced in the Tao of the Sword than I am. He is truly a genius.”

“Sixth Brother is still alive,” Zhu Hongtao said roughly. “He can compete with this man.”

Fourth disciple Feng Han’s face was pale. Seemingly sick, he coughed and laughed darkly. “Even if Sixth Brother is still alive, he can’t be Lin Yue’s match. Lin Yue is a once-in-a-millennium genius. Didn’t you see how the Heir couldn’t even take one hit? There are many talents in the world now. Even the nine Heirs aren’t without enemies.”

Feng Han’s attitude had become ambiguous and sarcastic after returning. Hearing his words, Zhu Hongtao felt uncomfortable. However, Feng Han was the most talented of the group. He’d also been injured greatly from his recent adventure.

Zhu Hongtao just felt that his attitude was because he hadn’t healed completely and didn’t mind it too much.

The most important thing now was his master’s final battle with the Nine Serenity Sword Saint. He could investigate everything else after the Sword Technique Conference.

The disciples of the Yin and Yang Sect were obviously excited, but the Monks of the Four Symbols Sect were enraged.

An elder with a red dot between his brows walked out from the Four Symbols Sect camp. “You Yin and Yang Sect are so shameless,” he denounced. “Lin Yue must have borrowed outside help to defeat Shao Lin.”

This elder was Half-Saint Xuanlong. He was already 106 years old and had reached the Half-Saint Realm 50 years ago. He was one of Shao Lin’s senior brother apprentices.

“How dare you?” Ning Xuandao’s expression was serious. Powerful Holy Qi surged out of him as he said, “All the Saints present have eyes and can decide whether Lin Yue used his own power or outside help. You are only a Half-Saint. How dare you slander the Yin and Yang Sect?”

Hit by Ning Xuandao’s Qi, Half-Saint Xuanlong actually felt a hallucination. It was as if the sky had fallen down. Enormous might pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe.

He immediately took three steps back to dissolve the pressure. Then he said, “Ning Xuandao, don’t think that I’ll fear you just because your cultivation is higher. I’m sure no Saint present can believe that a Monk in the Eighth Change of the Fish-Dragon Realm can use his own power to kill an Heir, correct?”

Low murmurs immediately sounded outside the Sword Pavilion.

The Moon-Burier Sword Saint’s eyes were cold. “Half-Saint Xuanlong, I advise you to speak with evidence. Do not take a shot in the dark. If you cannot produce evidence today to prove that Lin Yue borrowed outside force, I will not let you go for slandering the Yin and Yang Sect.”

“Are you threatening me?” Half-Saint Xuanlong didn’t show any fear against the Moon-Burier Sword Saint. He scoffed. “Lin Yue’s Void Sword is a top saint weapon. It must be extremely profound. If a Saint from the Yin and Yang Sect put his power inside beforehand and then Lin Yue used that power during the Conference, we might not be able to tell.”

Half-Saint Xuanlong’s words really caused a commotion. After all, most of the Monks present hadn’t seen a true top saint weapon before. Naturally, they weren’t clear how powerful a saint weapon could be either.

It might really be how he said. The Void Sword indeed could store a Saint’s power.

For a super-sect like the Yin and Yang Sect, reputation was very important. The Saints present were clear that Lin Yue had used his own power, but if a group of Monks purposely spread the rumor, the sect’s reputation would be destroyed. It would be mocked and doubted by all the Monks in the world.

There wasn’t a lack of that type of people here. After all, Zhang Ruochen was too powerful and had stolen the Heirs’ spotlight. So many people were jealous of him.

Zhang Ruochen looked over to Half-Saint Xualong. “Senior,” he said calmly, “if you doubt my abilities, how about a duel?”

Half-Saint Xuanlong sneered fiercely. “You dare to duel with me?”

No one present expected that Lin Yue would actually challenge Half-Saint Xuanlong. He was too confident in himself!

Zhang Ruochen put his Void Sword away and nodded. “Senior, didn’t you claim that I’d defeated Shao Lin by borrowing some Saint’s power inside the Void Sword? In that case, I will officially challenge you and not use the Void Sword.”

Not use the Void Sword?

The Monks present instantly fell into an uproar. Many people thought that Lin Yue was practically more arrogant than Shao Lin. Half-Saint Xuanlong was already a second level Half-Saint and had undetectable abilities. A Monk in the Eighth Change of the Fish-Dragon Realm couldn’t compete with him.

The Moon-Burier Sword Saint felt that Lin Yue had crossed the line and quickly tried to stop him. “Lin Yue, go back now. The sect will take care of this.”

Zhang Ruochen glanced at him and said, “Sword Saint, if I don’t use my own abilities to defeat this man, the Yin and Yang Sect will be defamed by more people in the future.”

Zhang Ruochen wanted to fight with Half-Saint Xuanlong because he wanted to see just how powerful he was without using the Void Sword. After all, he’d refined four drops of divine blood in the altar. He wanted to use this fight to get his body accustomed to the new power.

Half-Saint Xuanlong was afraid Lin Yue would renege, so he quickly agreed to it. Chuckling, he said, “Great! You are indeed a young hero. Lin Yue, if you can take ten of my attacks without using the Void Sword, I’ll believe that you had the ability to defeat Shao Lin. I will also apologize to you and the Yin and Yang Sect for what I said earlier.”

Now, there was no way to stop this battle. The Moon-Burier Sword Saint sent a telepathic message to Zhang Ruochen. You must be careful. Something is off with Half-Saint Xuanlong. It’s highly possible he will try to kill you.

Zhang Ruochen glanced in the Moon-Burier Sword Saint’s direction and nodded subtly.