My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

Monk Du'e withdrew his gaze and looked at Lei Zhentian again. He raised his hand, just as he was about to cooperate with the other party to seize the sword intent.

"Let's do it!"

A loud shout suddenly rang out.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer.

Four figures rushed out from four different directions almost simultaneously, heading straight for Lin Jingyu in the center of the valley.

Those were three cultivators at the Mahayana stage and one cultivator at the early stage of the Tribulation Transcending stage. Their auras were violent, clearly indicating that they were ruthless characters who had been licking blood from the edge of a knife for many years.

Greed gleamed in their eyes—so what if he was a seventh-level half-immortal?

At this crucial moment of integrating sword intent, he was unable to make a move.

As long as I can seize that wisp of sword intent, I will immediately flee a thousand miles away.

"court death!"

Wang Yutang's face turned cold, and her long sword was instantly drawn.

The sword light gushed forth like a clear spring, transforming into a crescent-shaped sword aura that slashed at the waist of the first cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending Realm who charged forward.

The cultivator sneered, raised his hand and struck out with a palm. The palm wind collided with the sword energy, producing a muffled boom.

"boom!"

The sword energy shattered, and the cultivator was also knocked back several steps, but he quickly regained his footing and pounced again.

At the same time, the other three Mahayana stage cultivators bypassed Wang Yutang and went straight for Lin Jingyu.

Wang Yutang gritted her teeth, turned around quickly, and her long sword transformed into thousands of sword shadows, enveloping the two people.

"The Water-Grinding Sword Technique: All Streams Return to Their Source!"

The myriad sword shadows merged into one in an instant, transforming into a single, incomparably sharp sword light that slashed fiercely down upon the three of them.

The three were forced to stop defending and launched a joint attack, colliding with the sword light.

"Boom—!"

A terrifying shockwave spread outwards, instantly turning the surrounding rocks into dust.

Two Mahayana cultivators were sent flying backward, spitting out blood, while Wang Yutang was also shaken and staggered back several steps, her hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

But she had no time to catch her breath—

Because a fifth figure had already quietly appeared behind her.

That was a cultivator in the mid-stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, whose aura was far stronger than that of the other four cultivators.

He had been hiding in the shadows, waiting for this moment.

He sneered and struck out with his palm.

This palm strike was devoid of any fancy moves; it was pure, overwhelming power.

A full-force attack from a mid-stage Tribulation Transcending Realm cultivator is enough to easily injure a cultivator in the early stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

Wang Yutang's pupils contracted sharply; she tried to turn around to defend herself, but it was too late—

She could only desperately circulate her protective inner energy to withstand the blow.

"Bang!!!"

With a dull thud, Wang Yutang's body shuddered violently, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

She stumbled back several meters, but managed to steady herself with her sword.

"Cough cough..."

Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth onto her clothes, a shocking sight, yet Wang Yutang's gaze remained resolute as she stared intently at the five menacing figures ahead.

One more step forward... and you'll die.

Her voice was weak, yet it carried a resolute ruthlessness.

The five cultivators approached with smiles on their faces.

Above, countless gazes silently watched this scene from the void above.

Lei Zhentian stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless, as if watching a play that had nothing to do with him.

The monk Du'e still had a smile on his face, his hands clasped together, and he was chanting incantations, seemingly praying for those who were "about to commit murder".

More cultivators remained hidden in various places, observing coldly.

No one offered help.

They are all waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity—waiting for Lin Jingyu to be forced to interrupt the fusion, waiting for the situation to become completely chaotic, waiting for the best time to "reap the benefits."

That's enough.

A detached voice rang in everyone's ears.

The sound was not loud, even calm, yet it was like a thunderclap, shaking everyone's soul.

The five cultivators froze instantly!

Before them, the figure in blue robes sitting cross-legged slowly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those?

It was pitch black, as deep as an abyss. In the depths of its eyes, the phantom of a blue lotus slowly bloomed, each petal clearly visible.

Lin Jingyu's gaze swept lightly across the arena—over the five cultivators frozen in place, and over Wang Yutang, who had fallen to the ground with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Then, his gaze turned cold.

He didn't speak.

He didn't even raise his hand.

It was just a thought—

The countless blue lotuses surrounding him, which were slowly blooming, suddenly froze.

All the blue lotuses simultaneously collapsed, transforming into billions of tiny blue rays of light that converged wildly towards the top of his head.

In the blink of an eye—

A giant cyan sword materialized out of thin air!

The giant sword was a hundred feet long, and its blade was wide enough to cover half the sky.

The blade is engraved with lifelike blue lotus patterns, with each lotus petal clearly visible.

The sword intent soared to the heavens, and the killing intent was chilling!

The void around the sword could not withstand the terrifying sword intent and began to show fine cracks.

Lin Jingyu's eyes narrowed.

The cyan giant sword crashed down.

"boom--!!!"

Crashed!

With a single sword strike, the void shattered, and the world lost its color!

The five cultivators stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

They desperately used all their protective magical artifacts.

All the magical artifacts shattered the moment they came into contact with that sword light.

Then, their bodies.

Starting from the fingertips, then the arms, then the torso—it crumbled inch by inch! Turning to ashes!

There wasn't even time to let out a scream.

Not a single drop of blood was left.

Only dust filled the air, slowly dissipating.

Lin Jingyu slowly stood up.

But at that moment, no one dared to move.

No one dared to make a sound.

He raised his hand and gently brushed away non-existent dust from his robes, and then—

He raised his eyes and glanced casually at the figures hidden in the shadows around him.

That gaze was calm as still water, yet it sent a chill down the spine of everyone who was swept over it.

Then he spoke.

"Anyone else want to give it a try?"

As soon as the words fell—

"boom!!!"

An extremely terrifying aura erupted from his body without reservation.

The aura was so powerful that it shattered all the clouds within a radius of a hundred feet.

Those cultivators who were closer felt as if they had been struck in the chest, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Half Immortal Eighth Level.

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

The reason they haven't made a move yet is because they are wary of Lin Jingyu's strength at the seventh level of the Half-Immortal realm.

Although the sword intent is tempting, it wouldn't be worth it if he forcibly awakened during the fusion process and risked backlash to kill someone.

So they wait.

Wait for the moment when he completes the fusion, wait for that "weakest moment".

But who could have imagined—

After he completed the fusion, he not only did not become weak, but he also broke through to a higher level.

Seeing that they didn't speak, Lin Jingyu went to Wang Yutang's side.

Her face was pale and her breath was weak, clearly indicating that the blow had seriously injured her.

But she still looked up at Lin Jingyu, forcing a smile at the corners of her mouth.

Lin Jingyu gently placed his right hand on Wang Yutang's shoulder.

A wisp of cyan sword intent emanated from his palm and quietly entered Wang Yutang's body.

That sword intent was not a killing force, but rather the original sword energy he had condensed with the Azure Lotus Ultimate Sword Body—gentle, pure, and full of vitality.

It flowed along Wang Yutang's meridians, and wherever it passed, those meridians that had been damaged by the shock began to slowly heal, like withered trees coming back to life in spring.