I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

A dangerous glint flashed in Lin Hai's eyes.

Thousands of knives.

They were drawn in unison.

A murderous aura filled the air.

Lin Hai admitted that the scene was indeed quite impressive.

But it was all just hype.

His gaze swept over the three thousand Po Jun Si warriors one by one, as if he were inspecting a group of overconfident ants.

ridiculous.

That's ridiculous.

Jiangcheng Pojun Division is the worst of the eight border defense prefectures in the Dragon Kingdom.

These soldiers are at most rank three.

There is no spiritual power at all.

In front of the Purple Spirit Clan, their sea of ​​consciousness was like an open thatched hut.

It would fall over with a single push.

They didn't even have the right to resist.

So what if you, Shen Tian, ​​killed a few strange beasts and made some military achievements?

Do mythical beasts possess spiritual power?

Will the beast shatter the consciousness of all three thousand of your brothers before you even draw your sword?

Lin Hai made a cold judgment in his heart.

These guys are doomed.

The vanguard of ten thousand Purple Spirit Clan soldiers behind him had already formed ranks.

Ten thousand alien warriors whose mental strength far surpasses that of humans of the same level.

They don't even need to lift a finger.

All that is needed is to release a mental energy impact simultaneously.

There is only one fate for the three thousand warriors of the Broken Army Division—

His consciousness shattered, he went mad, and began killing each other.

They were exactly the same as the two thousand garrison soldiers of that fortress ten years ago.

Lin Hai is not in a hurry.

He even found it a little boring.

A bunch of idiots who have no idea what they're about to face.

He took a step forward.

At this moment, the seventh-grade spiritual power was poured out without reservation.

An invisible sense of oppression, like a materialized hurricane, swept over the forest, engulfing everything in its path.

Rank 7.

What does this mean?

In the entire Tianyun Prefecture, only Gu He possesses the spiritual power to reach the sixth rank.

Guhe is 87 years old this year.

Forest Sea Fifty-Three.

The air was trembling.

The gravel on the ground began to crack.

Lin Hai looked down at Shen Tian from his high vantage point.

"Shen Tian".

His voice turned cold, devoid of any feigned friendliness.

"What do you mean by this?"

Shen Tian did not answer him.

Shen Tian didn't even look at him.

He turned around and faced the three thousand warriors of the Po Jun Division.

The wind and sand were howling.

The boy's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"All soldiers, listen to my command!"

Three thousand people stood up straight.

"Alien races have invaded the territory of my Dragon Kingdom and trampled on the jurisdiction of my Heavenly Fortune Prefecture."

Shen Tian's voice was calm and cold, each word like a nail.

"As soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom, we have a duty to defend our territory and will not yield an inch."

"In the name of the head of the Tianyun Prefecture's personal guards, and in the capacity of the General of the Jiangcheng Po Jun Division—"

"Give the order."

Shen Tian drew his dark purple battle sword from his back, the tip pointing diagonally towards the sky.

"The entire army is mobilized for battle."

"kill."

One word.

Both swords were raised high at the same time.

Three thousand throats roared simultaneously.

"kill--!"

The sound was deafening.

The wilderness trembled.

Lin Hai stood still, watching this scene unfold.

The last trace of feigned kindness on his face vanished completely.

Instead, there is a condescending indifference.

I'm not pretending anymore.

It's unnecessary.

Lin Hai's original plan was to use his identity and background to intimidate Shen Tian and take over the land without bloodshed.

But since this ungrateful young man insists on refusing to listen to reason and having to suffer the consequences.

Then don't blame him for being impolite.

kill?

We must not kill them.

Shen Tian is, after all, the head of the Dragon Kingdom's personal guards. If he is killed, Lu Changming will definitely pursue the matter.

but--

Should we turn him into an idiot?

The mental force destroys the sea of ​​consciousness; the person is still alive, but their soul has been erased.

Breathing and heartbeat are both normal.

He will never wake up again.

Or when he wakes up, he'll just be an idiot who remembers nothing.

This method has no verifiable evidence.

Even if Lu Changming had suspicions, he had no evidence.

not to mention--

Lin Hai's lips curled up slightly.

You were the one who pulled out the knife first.

You were the one who first revealed your murderous intent towards the Purple Spirit Clan's peace delegation.

I was simply acting in self-defense.

Lin Hai closed his eyes.

Deep within his consciousness, a dark silver spiritual flame suddenly burst forth.

Seventh-grade spiritual fire.

silver.

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Seventh-grade spiritual fire.

silver.

The air in the entire wilderness seemed to have been sucked out at that moment.

Lin Hai's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly opened, and an invisible torrent of spirit surged forth from him, crushing towards Shen Tian.

Wherever the torrent of spirit passed, the pebbles on the ground cracked without wind, and the air became viscous.

Three thousand Po Jun Si warriors simultaneously felt that terrifying pressure.

It was like an invisible mountain descending from the sky.

Qin Zhenshan's pupils suddenly contracted.

coming.

Lin Hai's mental power transformed into a long spear, carrying the full majesty of a seventh-grade mental master, and pierced straight into Shen Tian's sea of ​​consciousness.

Extremely fast, extremely ruthless.

Shen Tian stood still, motionless.

The spiritual spear was less than ten feet away from his sea of ​​consciousness.

A flame quietly bloomed between Shen Tian's brows.

The base color is gold, with a faint purple-gold halo floating around the edges.

The sixth-grade spiritual fire.

Lin Hai's pupils suddenly contracted.

The moment the spiritual spear struck the purple-gold flame, it was like a chopstick piercing into magma.

laugh--

Evaporation without a sound.

Lin Hai took a half step back.

His face finally showed genuine shock.

Rank 6.

This seventeen-year-old boy is a sixth-grade spiritual master.

Rank 6!

Lin Hai's mind was racing.

He lived for fifty-three years, traveled throughout the twelve prefectures and thirty-six states of the Dragon Kingdom, and met countless geniuses.

But what does the threshold of a sixth-grade spiritual master mean in the entire Dragon Kingdom?

Master Guhe, the director of the Tiangong Division of Tianyun Prefecture, cultivated for his entire life, but only barely reached the sixth rank at the age of eighty-seven.

He himself was a genius among geniuses, one in ten thousand, and he was only forty years old when he broke through to the sixth rank.

And Shen Tian.

Seventeen years old.

Rank 6.

What does this mean?

This is a genius so extraordinary that you can't find another like him in the entire history of the Dragon Kingdom.

Give him time.

Five years?ten years?

Rank 7.

Even... the eighth rank.

Lin Hai's breathing became rapid.

It wasn't excitement.

It is fear.

A fear of the future that seeps from the depths of one's bones.

Today, he led the Purple Spirit Clan into the territory of Tianyun Prefecture, intending to forcibly carve out a settlement on Shen Tian's land.

This is an irreconcilable feud.

If Shen Tian were just an ordinary martial artist, even if he had the combat power of a sixth-level warrior, Lin Hai wouldn't care too much.

No matter how strong a martial artist is, he is still just a brute.

A single official document from Longjing could shut them down.

But a sixth-rank spiritual master is different.

The value of a mentalist far surpasses that of a martial artist of the same level.

He knows this best.

If this news gets out, everyone in the Dragon Kingdom will know the truth!

No one dares to offend a seventeen-year-old mentalist with the potential to reach the eighth rank!

Even two Taoist temples will open their doors to him and welcome him with open arms!

Once such a person grows up, not to mention Lin Hai, even the big shots in Longjing behind Lin Hai might not be able to control him.

Thinking about this...

A ruthless glint flashed in Lin Hai's eyes.

Since we've already offended them, we must eliminate them completely.

Today, we must completely shatter this boy's consciousness, turning him into a useless person who remembers nothing.

Before he grows up.

While he is still only a sixth-rank official.

Lin Hai took a deep breath, suppressing the fear in his heart.

He forced himself to calm down.

Only a sixth-rank official.

He was a seventh-rank official.

A difference of a whole realm.

This means an overwhelming dominance in terms of the total amount, density, purity, and offensive methods of spiritual power.

If it were anyone else, they might indeed be helpless against a seventeen-year-old sixth-grade Nian Master.

But he's different.

He was a seventh-rank official.

Nine out of ten.

Lin Hai no longer hesitated.

His mind was in complete turmoil.

The silver spiritual fire surged to its limit, its temperature scorching the boundaries of the sea of ​​consciousness, emitting a piercing buzz.

The full power of a seventh-grade spiritual master was unleashed at this moment.

The materialization of spiritual power.

A silver spiritual flame flew out from between Lin Hai's eyebrows, rapidly expanding in mid-air and condensing into a huge silver dragon.

A phantom dragon hovered in the sky above the wilderness, its eyes cold and its claws sharp, its body shimmering with silver light.

A mental force materialized attack.

This is something only a seventh-grade spiritual master can do.

The intangible spiritual power is condensed into a tangible attack entity.

Its power is more than ten times stronger than a normal mental shock.

The two Purple Spirit Clan envoys behind him opened their vertical eyes simultaneously, and a great purple light shone brightly.

Loch and Moga exchanged a glance.

They did not make a move.

No need to intervene.

A full-force attack from a seventh-grade mentalist is enough to permanently destroy the sea of ​​consciousness of a sixth-grade mentalist.

The silver dragon let out a silent roar, carrying an aura of destruction, and crashed down towards Shen Tian.

A cruel smile curled at the corners of Lin Hai's lips.

"Go to hell."