Volume 1, Chapter 122: How Lonely It Is to Be Invincible

The Great Prince stepped from the flames—Lin Yu's fire intent hadn't even singed his robes. 

"The Third Prince is Great Zhou's National Preceptor?" 

"Does that mean he's a Ninth Rank Myriad Realms sword cultivator?" 

"His fire intent couldn't harm His Highness, who's invincible! Killing the Third Prince will be easy!" 

The generals were stunned by the revelation. The Han's "useless prince" hostage was Zhou's National Preceptor? Unbelievable—only Lin Yu's Myriad Realms display convinced them. 

The Great Prince brushed off residual flames, sneering: "Ninth Rank sword cultivator? Hardly impressive." 

Black flames rose again, coiling around him like giant serpents. A faint black aura filled his eyes, twisting his expression as fine cracks spread from his cheeks, as if something would burst forth. His aura soared beyond Ninth Rank,冲击 (assaulting) Void Transformation. 

Rumble! 

Thunder boomed within him, and black flames rippled out, incinerating everything—corpses, ruins, armor—until they melted. The generals retreated, fearing the flames. The demon-blooded warriors knelt, trembling under the flames'血脉压制 (bloodline suppression), but the flames bypassed them, boosting their strength slightly. No one could deny the flames' demonic link now. 

Lin Yu grew grave. Cauldron Lord had said the Great Prince exceeded Ninth Rank—he was still holding back. 

"Time to show my real strength." Lin Yu willed it, and the Wind Controlling Sword flew from his mind, circling before him. 

"Hehe, a sword cultivator." The Great Prince looked at Lin Yu with scorn. "Little bastard, die!" 

He stepped forward, moving through the flames as if crossing space, appearing before Lin Yu. His sword slashed, black flames forming nine crashing waves. 

"Go!" Lin Yu snorted. The Wind Controlling Sword, infused with wind intent, shot into the waves, forming a hurricane that annihilated the flames. 

Rumble! 

The waves collapsed, and the sword pierced through, but its青色厉芒 (green light) faded—wind intent exhausted. The Great Prince tilted his head, avoiding the blade, which arced back to Lin Yu. A red line appeared on his cheek, a drop of blood falling with a hidden black thread. 

"You wounded me? Ninth Rank sword cultivators do have tricks. I must use my real power." He wiped the blood. "Generals, retreat a thousand zhang—now!" 

"Yes, Your Highness!" 

A terrifying aura burst from the Great Prince. The black cracks on his face spread to his temples and eyes, dyeing them black. His aura surged past Myriad Realms, and spiritual energy formed vortices, pouring into him. 

Click! 

Lin Yu heard something shatter in the Great Prince's body. The vortices dissipated, and his aura stabilized—every movement radiated immense power, stagnating Lin Yu's spiritual energy flow. 

"So this is Void Transformation! Impressive!" The Great Prince laughed, his灵力磅礴 (massive spiritual energy) enabling long-unused techniques. Who could oppose him? 

He looked at Lin Yu, shaking his head: "Ninth Rank sword cultivator? Worthless. You'll never know how lonely it is to be invincible." 

Though hidden sects had Void Transformation experts, most had only one strike. None were his match—none at all.