Volume 1, Chapter 112: Before My Sword, You're No Different from an Ant!

Cao Jinpeng looked up in astonishment, his eyes filled with crimson flames. 

Shock crossed his face as he quickly drew his back sword, slashing fiercely at the red sword light imbued with the intent of fire. 

Vast blue ripples surged from the blade, like crashing waves扑向 (charging toward) the red剑芒 (sword light). 

Boom! 

Where the red sword light passed, the blue waves from Cao Jinpeng's slash were split into countless droplets, falling as a light rain that was then vaporized and annihilated by the fire intent in the red sword light, disappearing without a trace. 

Cao Jinpeng's eyes filled with horror. As a Sixth Rank Myriad Realms warrior, he prided himself on withstanding at least two strikes from a Seventh Rank Myriad Realms强者 (expert). 

Yet this red sword light was so fierce that a single strike shattered all his delusions. 

He couldn't withstand this attack! 

Bang! 

The red sword light crashed down, splitting Cao Jinpeng's sword in two. 

Then, the sword light flickered, piercing through his forehead in his incredulous gaze, annihilating his soul. 

Cao Jinpeng stood like a soulless puppet for a moment before collapsing, his life ended. 

"National Protector Mage! The National Protector Mage is here! I knew he wouldn't abandon us and hide!" 

"We're saved! The National Protector Mage is an invincible sword cultivator of his realm. Even if his cultivation is slightly lower than the Mysterious Celestial Sect Master, he can still block him!" 

The royal advisors behind the Zhou Emperor exclaimed, their faces filled with relief and joy. 

Even the Black Armored Cavalry and elite imperial guards, who had been severely wounded by Cao Jinpeng and Sun Cunyi and retreated to the side, now cheered loudly. 

The moment Cao Jinpeng fell, Lin Yu descended from the sky in a green robe, landing in front of the Zhou Emperor and his men. 

The Wind Controlling Sword emitted a green light, returning to hover before him. 

The life or death of the Great Zhou Dynasty meant nothing to him, but there were two Sixth Rank Myriad Realms warriors and even a Ninth Rank Myriad Realms expert here. 

Slaying them and letting the Cauldron Lord devour and refine them would definitely help him break through to Ninth Rank Myriad Realms! 

Then, even against Void Transformation Realm强者, Lin Yu might not lose! 

Thus, he had come—for the purpose of slaying the Ninth Rank Myriad Realms warrior of the Mysterious Celestial Sect. 

"Brother Cao...!" 

Taken by surprise, Shen Chongshan and Sun Cunyi only reacted after Lin Yu slew Cao Jinpeng with his flying sword. 

Who would have thought the power of Lin Yu's sword strike would be so terrifying, easily killing a Sixth Rank Myriad Realms warrior! 

"Sect Master, Brother Cao... he was killed by that guy!" 

Sun Cunyi's face turned pale as he pointed at Lin Yu. 

If he had been the one to attack the Zhou Emperor and his men, he would be the one dead. 

Shen Chongshan shot Lin Yu a cold glance and said solemnly: "In martial arts duels, life and death are common. It's no big deal. I'll slay this wretch and avenge Elder Cao soon enough!" 

Then he asked: "Are you the Great Zhou National Preceptor?" 

Lin Yu neither confirmed nor denied it. He looked deeply at Shen Chongshan and smiled: "Ninth Rank Myriad Realms warrior. Not bad, very good!" 

"Kid, if you slay him, I'm 100% sure you can advance to Ninth Rank Myriad Realms!" 

The Cauldron Lord, eager for the kill, shouted in Lin Yu's mind. 

"Don't worry, Cauldron Lord. I'll do my best to slay him and let you devour him!" 

Lin Yu nodded slightly. The opponent was the Mysterious Celestial Sect Master and a Ninth Rank Myriad Realms expert, so his cultivation was definitely not to be underestimated. 

"Be careful. This guy is also a sword cultivator!" 

The Cauldron Lord warned Lin Yu, exposing Shen Chongshan's secret. 

Shen Chongshan harrumphed: "You're an Eighth Rank Myriad Realms warrior—what are you pretending to be in front of me?" 

"Eighth Rank Myriad Realms?" 

The Zhou Emperor and his subjects looked at Lin Yu in disbelief as he stood before them, blocking the Mysterious Celestial Sect's强者. 

They remembered that when the National Protector Mage slew Peng Wudi, he was clearly only a Seventh Rank Myriad Realms warrior. 

How much time had passed? The National Protector Mage's cultivation had advanced to Eighth Rank Myriad Realms. What a monstrous cultivation speed! 

"What kind of cultivation speed is this? The National Protector Mage advanced to Eighth Rank Myriad Realms in just over a month!" 

"Monstrous! The National Protector Mage is too monstrous. If he continues like this, he'll advance to Void Transformation Realm and become invincible in no time!" 

"Invincible is best! He's our Great Zhou's National Protector Mage. He can definitely help His Majesty unify the Divine Continent. Maybe one day we'll even cross the Divine Continent and conquer other continents!" 

... 

The royal advisors and Black Armored Cavalry behind the Zhou Emperor whispered among themselves. 

Lin Yu's cultivation speed was simply terrifying! 

"Before you slew Junior Brother Peng, you were only a Seventh Rank Myriad Realms warrior?" 

Shen Chongshan had sharp ears and heard every word, but he couldn't believe someone could advance to Eighth Rank Myriad Realms in such a short time. 

"That's right. I was indeed only at Seventh Rank Myriad Realms then!" 

Lin Yu smiled proudly, openly admitting it. 

"I didn't expect your cultivation speed to be so monstrous. It seems I really can't let you live!" 

Shen Chongshan looked at Lin Yu with阴冷 (cold and sinister) eyes,杀意 (killing intent) filling them. 

Lin Yu's cultivation speed was too terrifying. If left unchecked, breaking through to Ninth Rank Myriad Realms and advancing to Void Transformation Realm would be inevitable. 

If this Void Transformation Realm expert harbored hatred for the Mysterious Celestial Sect, it would be a disaster for the sect. 

Thus, Shen Chongshan vowed in his heart that Lin Yu must not leave alive today. 

Only by slaying Lin Yu could he rest easy. 

"Sword, come!" 

Shen Chongshan raised his right hand and declared in a low voice. 

A silver sword light sliced through the void, flying from the scabbard on his back in an arc and landing in his hand. 

The moment Shen Chongshan grasped the flying sword, thunder rumbled from it, as if the sword contained infinite thunder power—unstoppable when channeled by spiritual energy. 

"This sword is called Thunderclap, imbued with thunder to slay demons and exterminate evil without fail!" 

Shen Chongshan raised the sword, his gaze toward Thunderclap softening, as if the sword were not just an object but also his child, his wife, his love. 

Lin Yu glanced coldly at Shen Chongshan, then turned to the Zhou Emperor and his men, saying solemnly: "Withdraw to the city. Otherwise, the fierce battle here will sooner or later affect you!" 

"Go! Withdraw to the city!" 

The Zhou Emperor looked deeply at Lin Yu, then signaled for everyone to return to the city and use the formations engraved on the city walls to withstand the aftermath of Lin Yu's battle with Shen Chongshan. 

"I heard you're a Buddhist expert—truly a noble demeanor. But before my sword, you're no different from an ant!" 

Shen Chongshan laughed wildly. The Thunderclap Sword in his hand trembled, thunder roaring from within.