Lin San almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, never expecting Qin Feng to have no sense of shame at all.
It was agreed that both sides would join forces to repel the enemy, but he only opened his mouth and did nothing.
Does he really think his ultimate move has no cooldown time!?
Even if the cooldown time was over, each use would cost him ten years of his lifespan. One could say he was using his life to show off, and he would never use it unless it was a matter of life and death.
Ximen Dalang, on the other side, didn't care what Lin San was thinking. Seeing his brother injured and Qin Feng's provocation, his anger instantly reached its peak. A vast spiritual energy surged from his body, causing ripples in the void.
Dalang's fingers, sharp like eagle claws, cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
Each move aimed at Lin San's vital points, ruthless and merciless, with the veins on his arms bulging and a formidable pressure surging out.
Under this pressure, the air within a few meters solidified.
Lin San couldn't help but curse, quickly raising his long sword to block.
The sword and claw shadows clashed, producing the sound of metal meeting metal, and sparks flew continuously.
But Lin San had just used his ultimate move, and there was a significant gap in cultivation levels. He could only hold on for three seconds.
Eagle claws flashed, and blood spurted out.
Lin San's face contorted in pain, and bloodstains appeared on his body.
The onlookers held their breath, unsure if Lin San had any more cards to play.
"Qin Feng, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and make a move!"
Lin San was forced to retreat, his wounds increasing.
"You're counting on Qin Feng?!"
Ximen Dalang, either feeling overconfident or for some other reason, sneered: "He's nothing without the Qin family,
just a fool who relies on his brother's Supreme Bone to show off."
"Looks like I need to show some real strength to earn your respect!"
Qin Feng's clothes began to flutter, and his aura instantly changed. He stood proudly like a snow lotus on a cliff, exuding a powerful and awe-inspiring presence.
As his clothes fluttered, an overwhelming sword intent surged from his body, and the Longkong Divine Sword in his hand suddenly burst into a brilliant light, like a galactic torrent.
"This is... sword intent!!"
The onlookers immediately exclaimed, hardly believing their eyes.
An eight-year-old child, comprehending sword intent!!
Four years earlier than Lin San's comprehension at twelve, can ordinary cultivators even have a chance to live!!
But what the onlookers didn't expect was that Qin Feng's buffs were not yet fully stacked.
A sharp and unstoppable sword momentum erupted from his body, raging through the forest like countless blades slicing through the air.
"Sword heart, this is the invincible sword heart!!"
Someone in the crowd recognized the sword heart and cried out in disbelief.
Sword intent can be cultivated, but the sword heart is hard to form!
How many people practice swords all their lives and never comprehend sword intent, and how many who comprehend sword intent can never form the invincible sword heart.
If comprehending sword intent can make one a renowned swordsman, then forming the invincible sword heart can make one a sword god.
Throughout the countless ages of the ancient era, the number of people called sword gods can be counted on one hand, but each one was a supreme hero who suppressed the contemporary geniuses. The most recent one was the Longkong Sword God ten thousand years ago.
Since the fall of the Longkong Sword God, there has been no sword god in the world.
They would actually witness the demeanor of a sword god today, and one who comprehended the sword heart at the age of eight!
"Sword intent, sword heart, how is this possible!!"
Lin San was completely stunned, his mind blank.
As the successor of the Longkong Sword God, comprehending sword intent at twelve and hailed as the first sword of the century, all his titles were dazzling, but they paled in comparison to this eight-year-old child.
The Ximen brothers were completely panicked, turning to flee from this monster.
"As a Confucian disciple, I have a word to say to the two of you: since you came, you should stay!"
Qin Feng's lips curled slightly, and his hand rested on the hilt of his sword.
The sound of the sword being drawn was crisp and clear, like a silver river spanning the vast cloud sea, carrying boundless sword intent into the forest.
"What kind of sword technique is this!?"
Ximen Dalang's pupils constricted, not daring to be the slightest bit careless, his fingers sharp like eagle claws, cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
The sound of metal meeting metal echoed, sparks flew, and withered leaves were scattered by the storm that suddenly erupted in the air. A dazzling sword light flashed by.
Amidst the overwhelming momentum, a drop of blood dripped from the Longkong Divine Sword.
When the withered leaves finally fell, a series of bloodstains dripped from the Ximen brothers, and they collapsed in a pool of blood.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for slaying two people, earning 200 villain points!"
"Since you came, you should be buried here!"
Qin Feng glanced at them indifferently, picked up their storage bags, which contained darts and other concealed weapons, and a secret manual called the "Concave-Convex Great Technique."
Qin Feng looked at it critically, put away the items, and slung the bamboo basket over his shoulder,
then led the still-dazed Ziyuan away.
The onlookers swallowed hard, no one daring to pursue Qin Feng.
This was a genius who comprehended the invincible sword heart, offending him was like offending a future sword god, and no force could withstand the wrath of a sword god.
The explosive news about Qin Feng spread, and the entire ancient era was in an uproar.
Upon receiving the news, the ancestor of the Qin family laughed out loud from under the covers.
He had thought that using the Supreme Bone would damage Qin Feng's invincible heart, but the surprise came so suddenly.
The invincible sword heart!!
The mark of a sword god, capable of suppressing the contemporary!!
"Now, it's just Qin Hao!"
The few old ancestors of the Qin family were no longer worried about Qin Feng, but rather concerned whether Qin Hao could emerge from the shadows, break through, and achieve the Supreme Position.
The Imperial Palace of the Daxia Dynasty.
The Daxia Emperor was happily selecting concubines, feeling that he was not old and still capable.
But before he could enjoy himself, he was urgently called to a meeting by a group of ministers.
At first, he thought these old ministers were acting rashly, but when he heard that Qin Feng had slain a third-level Spirit Martial Realm cultivator with one sword and comprehended the sword heart and sword intent, he couldn't sit still.
"Qin Feng is still a Qin family member, and his return to the Qin family is not impossible!"
"Comprehending the invincible sword heart can cover up any major fault!"
"Supreme Bone, invincible sword heart, and the potential of an emperor in one person, this is truly unimaginable!"
"The Qin family's bounty on Qin Feng has not been lifted, so we can justifiably slay him."
"Your Majesty, indecision will lead to chaos!"
The Daxia Emperor's expression changed repeatedly, and he finally ordered that Qin Feng be slain at all costs.