273: Chapter 272 Mountain River Scroll 273: Chapter 272 Mountain River Scroll “The cloak has disappeared?” Both groups of people were stunned.
Bai Ling’s expression changed when she saw the short martial artist near the stone statue, “Du Fei, you dare to secretly steal the cloak behind our backs!”
“Hand over the cloak!” the disciples of the Yuhua Sect behind Bai Ling shouted loudly.
However, before Du Fang could speak, the distant short martial artist screamed wildly, “It’s Lin Xuan, stop him quick!”
“Lin Xuan!” The crowd was slightly startled at the mention of his name, having naturally heard of Lin Xuan’s exploits—a formidable figure indeed.
But at this moment, Du Fei couldn’t care less; his eyes were fixed on Lin Xuan, as if they could shoot out fire.
From a distance, Bai Ling and the other Yuhua Sect disciples were also watching Lin Xuan with caution.
“Kid, we weren’t looking for you, but you’ve come to us!
Hand over the cloak and the Futu Order!” Du Fei’s words were chilling.
“You want the Futu Order?” Lin Xuan revealed a smile that was not quite a smile, “Are you worthy?”
“As for the cloak…” he touched the cloak behind him, with its dark red patterns, and said slowly, “It’s already on me, how could I possibly take it off?”
“Pretentious!” Du Fei’s face turned an iron blue, his voice like the cold wind of winter, seeping into one’s bones.
“Daring to rob the Black Wind Sect of its possessions, you’re the first!”
“I’ll let you know, there are some people you just can’t afford to provoke!”
Black whirlwinds began to emerge from Du Fei’s body, growing larger until they finally formed a tornado over ten meters high that danced wildly in the hall.
The surrounding martial artists retreated one after another, watching with a hint of fear; such a battle was not something they could interject themselves into.
“I didn’t expect him to be Lin Xuan.
Senior Sister Bai, what should we do?” a disciple of the Yuhua Sect whispered.
“It is said that Lin Xuan has killed several Half-step Fusion Spirit warriors; although those people were severely injured, his strength cannot be underestimated!” Bai Ling said slowly, “We will observe the changes quietly, but we must not let the Black Wind Sect get this cloak!”
Heeding Bai Ling’s warning, the disciples of the Yuhua Sect gathered together and silently watched the battle unfold.
On the other side, amidst the black whirlwind, Du Fei’s face took on a hint of recklessness.
“Boy, don’t think you’re impressive just because you’ve killed a few heavily injured Half-step Fusion warriors!
Today, I’ll let you see the true strength of a Half-step Fusion warrior!”
With a gesture of his palm, four black tornadoes, each ten meters high, rapidly charged towards Lin Xuan, emanating a metallic clashing sound as they moved.
Fortunately, the extremely hard brass floor only showed some scratches under the fierce storm; had it been an ordinary floor, terrifying cracks would have certainly appeared by now.
Lin Xuan lightly tapped his foot and floated backwards.
But at that moment, a black shadow charged rapidly towards Lin Xuan, and the air flickered with countless fine black lights.
“Copper Thunder Pattern!”
With a low shout, thunder and electricity wrapped around Lin Xuan’s body, intertwining into a solid defense, like the Thunder God himself.
Like the roaring of a large bell, the minute black lights, though small, packed an immense power, smashing into Lin Xuan and causing a horrifying impact.
Thanks to the unrivaled defense of the Copper Thunder Pattern, Lin Xuan successfully fended off the black lights raining down on him.
However, he now found himself caught between two fronts.
“Haha, with two seniors taking action, that kid is as good as dead!”
“Daring to steal from our Black Wind Sect, he will be tortured to death later!” the disciples of the Black Wind Sect sneered coldly.
“Facing two Half-step Fusion warriors at the same time, Lin Xuan is probably in danger!” a disciple of the Yuhua Sect said.
Bai Ling’s gaze shifted, and suddenly she said with a chuckle, “Does Mr.
We could join forces with you to drive back the enemy!”
“Beauty, I appreciate your kind offer,” Lin Xuan laughed as he declined, “but to deal with them, I alone am enough!”
“This kid, way too arrogant!” the disciples of the Yuhua Sect scoffed, and even Bai Ling was astounded.
After hearing this, the disciples of the Black Wind Sect shouted even more furiously, itching to engage in a fierce battle with Lin Xuan for three hundred rounds.
“When I peel off your skin later, I hope you can still be so stubborn!” Du Fei, driving the four tornadoes, charged towards Lin Xuan.
Meanwhile, the short martial artist behind him lashed out in a frenzy without saying a word.
A blood-red long whip, like a poison snake, twisted with exceptional agility, transforming into red shadows in the air, and fiercely lashed down.
Sword Intent burst from Lin Xuan’s body.
Four parts Great Dragon Sword Intent formed a terrifying vortex of Sword Intent, resisting the black tornado in front of him.
At the same time, his arm flicked, and a Mountain and River Painting manifested mid-air, summoning a phantom of a mountain peak and a galaxy that stretched like a rainbow.
“The Mu family’s Mountain River Scroll!” Du Fei exclaimed in shock.
This was a treasure of the Mu family, and he had not expected it to appear in Lin Xuan’s hands.
“Go!” Lin Xuan waved his palm, and the towering mountain bore down towards Du Fei in front.
The hall trembled, thundering nonstop, as the overhead mountain peak was so massive it filled the entire space.
A rolling rumble ensued as the mountain peak collided with the raging hurricane, creating terrifying energy fluctuations.
The space ahead was engulfed by the turbulent flow.
Lin Xuan turned away indifferently, swinging eighteen swords in succession.
The splendid sword light shone like a rainbow across the sky, illuminating the entire hall.
The diminutive martial artist’s body turned into black mist, shifting continuously.
“Great Dragon Sword Intent, cut through the void!”
Lin Xuan’s aura underwent a shocking transformation, like a Divine Sword, imposing an infinite sense of oppression.
He slashed with his sword, roaring like a giant dragon, the air thundering with a piercing sound.
The sword light was resplendent, like the Galaxy Slash descending, unstoppable.
The black mist churned as though it had been locked onto.
“Impossible!” In the end, the black mist again morphed into the figure of the diminutive martial artist, his face filled with a look of horror.
The Sword Qi was dazzling, like the sun, but the overwhelming killing intent made one shiver inside.
“Hei Feng Wuji, turn the wheel of heaven and earth!”
The determinate look in the eyes of the diminutive martial artist grew more pronounced as he continuously changed Hand Seals, forming a giant black wheel that howled in the air.
The Sword Light descended, tearing through everything.
The black wheel collided with it, emitting the sound of metal clashing.
The black wheel shattered instantly, the Sword Qi in the air growing even more intense, blinding to behold.
The diminutive martial artist had no time to scream before being engulfed by the Sword Light.
The aftermath of the Sword Qi struck the brass-colored walls, causing the entire mansion to tremble as if it could collapse at any moment.
All this happened in the blink of an eye, so by the time Du Fei withstood the giant mountain above, the diminutive martial artist had already been struck by the Sword Qi.
Gazing at the diminutive martial artist split into two halves, Du Fei roared in frenzy.
The surrounding martial artists were stunned.
They knew Lin Xuan was formidable, but they didn’t expect him to be this powerful.
That was a Half-step Fusion Spirit Warrior who got cleaved in one strike.
The disciples of the Yuhua Sect swallowed hard, and even Bai Ling’s face went pale.
Du Fei was even more stricken.
After his shout, a deep fear took root in his heart.
In the past, he had thought Lin Xuan killing Fang Qiming and others was because they had been severely injured.
Now it seemed, that was not the case at all.
Even without severe injuries, Lin Xuan could easily slay them, as the diminutive martial artist Ge Feng was a prime example.
“I’ll give you a chance.
Tell me where Ling Fengzi is, and I might consider sparing your life,” Lin Xuan said, his lips curling into a smile.