Chapter 12: Peerless Ten Years Ago
Chapter 12: Peerless Ten Years Ago, Invincible Ten Years Later (1/3)
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
The sword light split the dawn, rending the firmament.
Finally, it condensed into a cold gleaming sword that fell into Lin Qi’s hand.
Lin Qi held the sword across his palm and laughed softly. “Old friend, it’s been a long time.”
The blade hummed faintly, its sword light cold and sharp.
The sword of his youth, buried beneath the tree in the courtyard, had gone ten years without being tested.
But now the sword light surged forth, its sword qi cold and piercing, as if sentient, eager to fight a great battle with its master.
When the twelve Innate Realm grandmasters saw a single sword come from the west, descending into Lin Qi’s hand like a flying immortal from beyond the heavens, their expressions instantly turned grave.
“The legendary supreme sword art, the Flying Sword Technique?!”
“It’s more than that.”
“The sword light is cold and sharp, the sword qi condensed. He must have also used the Sword-Nurturing Technique, nurturing a mouthful of sword qi sealed within the blade.”
“That mouthful of sword qi has been nurtured for ten years. It’s bound to be fierce. Everyone, be careful.”
“Truly worthy of the Peerless Young Master, Peerless in Both Poetry and Sword back in the day.”
“It seems that despite hiding your name these ten years, your martial arts have not fallen behind.”
“You’ve even secretly mastered the Flying Sword Technique and Sword-Nurturing Technique, two supreme martial arts lost for many years.”
“As expected, you harbor ill intentions!”
“Enough talk, let’s strike together!”
…
Someone shouted, decisive in killing, and led the charge.
Anyway, we’re all Innate Realm.
No matter what lost supreme arts Lin Qi has mastered, even if Lin Qi really could fight ten alone.
Right now, there are twelve of us.
Twelve versus one.
The advantage is ours. Just fight!
“I really don’t like killing people.”
“Fighting and slaughter, of all things, is the most boring.”
“All of us are pitiful people trapped in this mundane world.”
“If we could join hands and unite, it would not be impossible to break free of this cage and continue the Immortal Path.”
“What a pity, what a sigh, what a tragedy!”
Lin Qi strummed his sword and sang. The sword rose, and the man moved.
A single point of cold light arrived first, then the sword came forth like a dragon.
In that instant, beneath the bright blue sky and white sun, it seemed only a single sword light leapt up, with the might to tear the Void and the force to slay a city.
The sword fell, the man retreated.
Beneath that one sword, the two Innate Realm grandmasters who had charged fastest were instantly beheaded.
Blood stained the sky. On the fine heads that fell, both eyes were wide open, as if refusing to rest in death.
The remaining ten Innate Realm grandmasters rapidly retreated, like startled rabbits, withdrawing three steps under the might of Lin Qi’s single sword, their shock impossible to conceal.
The brilliance of that one sword truly shocked—