Long Road to Stardom

Lin Xing smiled slightly, and instead of retreating, he advanced, brandishing the long sword in his hand, and attacked several times in succession. Each sword was extremely precise and aimed directly at Wan Liqun's vital points.

Wan Liqun was forced to retreat again and again. He found himself helpless in front of this female cultivator. Another late Nascent Soul disciple next to him was of no help at all and was seriously injured in their fight. He lay on the ground, his life or death unknown.

Wan Liqun knew in his heart that he could not continue to be so passive.

He took a deep breath, pushed the spiritual power in his body to the extreme, and the sword in his hand burst into dazzling light.

"Ten thousand swords return to their origin!" Wan Liqun shouted loudly, and his whole body turned into a sword light, whizzing towards Lin Xing.

Countless sword energies gathered from all directions and condensed into a huge sword of sword energy, rushing towards Lin Xing with the momentum of destroying the world.

A trace of solemnity flashed across Lin Xing's eyes. She knew that this move was a famous sword move of the Wanjian Sect and was very powerful, but she did not retreat, but instead faced it head-on.

The long sword in her hand emitted a faint blue light, and collided violently with Wan Liqun's sword in the air.

This collision was more violent than any previous one. The two sword energies intertwined and entangled in the air, forming a huge storm.

In the center of the storm, the figures of Lin Xing and Wan Liqun appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the long swords in their hands kept colliding in the air, creating sparks.

Finally, in another fierce confrontation, Wan Liqun was hit by a sudden spell from Lin Xing.

"How is this possible? How can she still have the energy to cast a spell?"

The moment Wan Liqun was hit and flew backwards, he was filled with disbelief.

Looking at the wound on his chest, if he hadn't reacted quickly and moved slightly to the side, the wound would have shifted to the position of his heart.

Wan Liqun only now realized that he was no match for the female cultivator in front of him. He steadied himself and prepared to leave.

Just as he steady himself, countless vines suddenly appeared on the ground and entangled him.

He quickly directed the sword in his hand to cut the vines, and the 'Night Phantom' who had been hiding in the dark took this opportunity to stab him directly in the heart.

The amulet on him had been used up before and could not block this attack at all.

He looked down at the sword at his heart, his eyes full of shock, and the next second he fell straight down.

In an instant, the Nascent Soul in Wan Liqun's Dantian escaped more than ten miles away. Lin Xing seemed to have expected it. The long sword in his hand turned into a "Thunder Sword" at some point. He caught up with the escaping Nascent Soul with the power of thunder and pierced through it.

"No, you can't kill me, you will regret it, don't..."

How could he die like this? He had so many life-saving things that he hadn't used, yet he ended up dying? When Wan Liqun was dying, his heart was filled with resentment and regret.

The voice stopped abruptly, and Lin Xing stood there, her body trembling slightly. It was obvious that the previous battle had consumed a lot of her spiritual energy.

After a short pause, Lin Xing struck another sword at the monk on the ground whose life or death was unknown, then took the storage rings from the three people, and then shot three fireballs, burning the corpses to ashes.

However, she did not notice that when she took the storage ring in her hand, a faint blue light penetrated into her body and coiled around her meridians.

After cleaning up the scene, Lin Xing looked towards the place where Lei Hongyu was fighting.

Seeing that Sister Lin Xing's battle was over, Lei Hongyu felt a little embarrassed for a moment, and no longer held back. He used a thunder spell that seemed even more violent than before and struck at the two Divine Transformation monks.

The two gods were secretly groaning in their hearts. They had wanted to wait for the young sect master to capture the female cultivator to ease their situation, but they did not expect that the young sect master would die so quickly.

"This is really the end."

Once the young sect master died, they would surely die if they returned to the sect. Now they could not leave even if they wanted to. Their life cards were still in the young sect master's storage ring. If they could not get their life cards, they would still die.

The two looked at each other and once again blocked the attack in front of them.

The next second, ignoring the next attack from the cultivator in front of him, he rushed straight towards Lin Xing's position.

The two incarnated monks had a good idea. They just wanted to snatch back the young sect master's storage ring and the life token so that they would not be controlled by others. By then, they would be free to fly freely and there would be no way that the Wanjian Sect would be able to find them.

It’s a pity that their plan was doomed to fail.

Their behavior completely angered Lei Hongyu. They dared to attack Lin Xing's sister right under his nose.

Lei Hongyu shouted, "Hand of Thunder!"

A pair of giant hands formed by lightning pierced into the Dantian of the two Jindan monks, and the Nascent Soul in the Dantian was directly crushed.

Lin Xing still wanted to try whether she could withstand the attacks of the two Jindan monks, but she didn't expect that before she could make a move, the two men died in front of her, and their bodies turned into charcoal.

"The 'Thunder Art' that Lei Hongyu is practicing is indeed extremely overbearing."

Lin Xing said with some envy in his heart.

Lei Hongyu heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Sister Lin Xing was fine.

Both of them felt that it was not advisable to stay here for long, so they simply cleaned up the scene and left, heading towards Dancheng.

Not long after they left, many monks rushed here, but unfortunately they were still a step too late and only saw the devastated environment after the battle.

In the Wanjian Sect, a disciple who was guarding the soul lamp stumbled into the sect's main hall.

Wan Yan, the leader of Wanjian Sect, was very dissatisfied when he saw his disciple lose his composure. However, seeing that his disciple looked so anxious, he must have something important to report, so he asked directly, "What happened?"

"Report to the Sect Master. Sect Master..."

"The young master's soul...the soul lamp is extinguished!"

Upon hearing this, Sect Leader Wan Yan's face turned pale instantly, and his body even shook a few times involuntarily.

He quickly steadied himself and asked in a trembling voice, "What did you say? Say it again!"

The disciple saw this and knew the situation was serious, so he hurriedly said again, "Master, the young master's soul lamp... is extinguished!"

This time, Sect Master Wan Yan heard it clearly. His face darkened completely and his eyes were filled with pain.

The Young Master was his only son and he had placed extremely high hopes on him. But now, these expectations were shattered in an instant. How could he accept this?

A strong murderous intent emanated from him, and he flashed in front of the soul lantern array in the sect's soul hall.

His eyes were fixed on the extinguished soul lamp. The light that once symbolized his son's life had now become extremely dim.

That was his hope, his pride, his future, but now it has vanished.

"Who is it! Who killed my son?!"

The voice of Sect Leader Wan Yan rolled in like thunder, filled with endless anger and sorrow.

He clenched his hands into fists, as if he wanted to squeeze out all the pain and anger.

The disciples in the Soul Hall were all shocked by the strong murderous intent and grief. They lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly into the eyes of the sect leader.

They knew that the sect leader was on the brink of madness at this moment.