Heavenly Sword Saint
Clang!
The sword cry echoed throughout the ancient palace.
At that instant, every broken sword buried within the ruins began to tremble violently.
Some rose several inches from the ground.
Others released wisps of ancient Sword Intent that had slumbered for countless ages.
The entire palace seemed to acknowledge Jian Chen.
Long Tian's smile gradually faded.
"What is this?"
One of the Lin Clan geniuses looked around in alarm.
"The inheritance is resonating with him!"
"Don't let him recover!"
Long Tian's eyes turned cold.
"Kill him!"
Boom!
The dozen young experts of the Lin Clan erupted with terrifying spiritual energy.
Sword qi, saber lights, and palm seals descended upon Jian Chen from every direction.
They intended to kill him before he had the chance to fight back.
Jian Chen stood motionless.
Blood continued to flow from the wound in his chest.
His breathing became heavier.
He could feel his life force slipping away.
Yet...
His grip on his sword never loosened.
"The sword..."
He murmured softly.
"...has never betrayed me."
Clang!
His sword slowly left its scabbard.
The clear sword cry reverberated throughout the ancient palace.
In that instant, Jian Chen's aura completely changed.
The gentle and refined young master disappeared.
Standing there was a peerless swordsman who had walked his own invincible path.
His eyes were calm.
Calm enough to send chills down everyone's spine.
Boom!
The first Lin Clan genius rushed forward.
His saber split the air, carrying enough power to cleave a mountain.
Jian Chen merely raised his sword.
Clang!
The saber shattered into countless fragments.
Before the young man could react
A silver flash streaked across the air.
Pfft!
Blood sprayed like rain.
The Lin Clan genius collapsed with a sword wound across his throat.
Dead.
Everything happened in a single breath.
The palace fell silent.
One move.
One kill.
Despite a sword through his heart...
Jian Chen remained unstoppable.
"Impossible!"
"How can he still be this strong?"
Fear appeared on the faces of the Lin Clan geniuses.
Long Tian's expression darkened.
"Don't panic!"
"He's already at the end of his strength!"
"Attack together!"
Boom!
The remaining experts charged simultaneously.
More than a dozen attacks sealed every direction.
Even an ordinary Heaven Profound Realm cultivator would have been reduced to ashes.
Jian Chen stepped forward.
His movements were simple.
There were no flashy techniques.
No overwhelming spiritual energy.
Only the purest swordsmanship.
Slash.
Pierce.
Cut.
Every movement was flawless.
Every strike was fatal.
Clang!
Three swords were cut in half.
Pfft!
Another Lin Clan genius screamed as his right arm flew into the air.
Bang!
One opponent was sent crashing through a stone pillar.
Within moments...
Five geniuses lay on the ground.
Some were dead.
Others had lost the strength to continue fighting.
The survivors instinctively retreated.
Their faces were pale.
They finally understood why Jian Chen was hailed as the number one genius of the Divine Realm.
He was invincible among his peers.
Even Long Tian couldn't help clenching his fists.
His jealousy burned even brighter.
Why?
Why did Jian Chen possess such monstrous talent?
Even after suffering a fatal injury...
He could still suppress all of them.
If today failed...
The entire Divine Realm would forever remain beneath Jian Chen's shadow.
Long Tian slowly drew the golden sword hanging at his waist.
A dragon's roar echoed through the palace.
Golden spiritual energy erupted around him.
"I'll end this myself."
The Lin Clan geniuses immediately stepped aside.
No one questioned his decision.
Long Tian was the strongest among everyone present.
He pointed his sword at Jian Chen.
"The inheritance belongs to me."
"So does the title of the greatest genius."
Jian Chen looked at him quietly.
A trace of mockery appeared in his eyes.
"You?"
"You aren't worthy."
Long Tian's expression instantly became ferocious.
"Die!"
Boom!
He shot forward like a golden comet.
His sword transformed into a roaring golden dragon that swallowed the entire palace.
Facing the overwhelming attack...
Jian Chen slowly closed his eyes.
When they opened again...
An incomparably sharp Sword Intent erupted from his body.
The countless broken swords buried beneath the palace suddenly rose into the air.
Their sword cries shook heaven and earth.
Even the ancient palace began to tremble violently.
As though it had recognized...
Its true master.