High Martial Arts: I Travel Through Heaven and Earth Through Dreams

The sound of Lin Hanzhou's horse hooves grew louder as they approached, each clap striking the hearts of the warriors outside the palace gates.

The closer he got, the greater the temptation of that readily available credit became.

When he was no more than thirty paces from the crowd, some of the Tiger Guards under the Third Prince finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Hahaha! You've got the road to heaven but not the gate to hell, so you've barged in!"

A rough, loud shout rang out, and the burly Tiger Guard commander, as imposing as an iron tower, strode out from the crowd.

He was carrying a huge, gleaming sword that was wider than a door panel, and he looked incredibly strong.

With each step he took, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

He unleashed his powerful aura at the ninth level of the Acquired Realm without reservation, stirring up a gust of wind that made the surrounding torches flicker.

The burly commander grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, his eyes filled with the contempt and disdain of a cat toying with a mouse.

"Your Highness, how have you been?"

"Why didn't you stay outside the city and live a peaceful life? Why did you come back to die? Are you missing the last meal you'd get in the capital?"

As he finished speaking, the Tiger Guards behind him burst into laughter.

They began to discuss the matter, their words filled with insults directed at Lin Hanzhou.

On the other side, the Ninth Prince's Green Robe Tower troops did not stop them, but simply stood by with their arms crossed.

In their view, the outcome would be the same no matter who takes action.

Faced with this blatant provocation, Lin Hanzhou's face remained completely unmoved.

He didn't even glance at the burly man, but calmly dismounted and tossed the reins aside.

This dismissive gesture instantly ignited the burly man's anger.

"Kid, you're about to die and you still dare to pretend?"

"Fine, I'll send you on your way and see if you can remain so calm when you meet the King of Hell."

Before he finished speaking, he roared, his arm muscles bulging, and the heavy ghost-headed broadsword felt as light as a feather in his hands.

The ghost-headed broadsword, accompanied by a whistling sound as it tore through the air, came crashing down towards Lin Hanzhou's head.

This strike was so powerful and heavy that even a master of innate strength would not dare to take it head-on.

However, just as the blade was about to strike, Lin Hanzhou finally moved.

He neither retreated nor dodged; he simply slowly drew the long sword from his back.

This sword was the one he had taken from Lin Yuan's guards; it was an ordinary longsword.

Yet, this ordinary sword, in his hands, shone with an unprecedented brilliance!

"Noisy."

Lin Hanzhou uttered two words calmly.

At the same time, he channeled the spiritual power within his body, pouring it all into the sword according to the method he had practiced hundreds of times in his memory.

High-grade Yellow Rank Martial Skill - Thunderclap Slash!

"Buzz!"

The longsword emitted a clear, melodious hum, and blue-purple arcs of electricity suddenly lit up on its blade, crackling loudly!

A sharp sword aura, as swift as lightning, detached from the sword and struck the burly commander in an instant.

The burly commander's sinister smile hadn't faded when he felt a flash of lightning before his eyes, followed by a chill on his neck.

The greatsword in his hand lost its support and crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

His enormous head flew high into the air, leaving behind a trail of flamboyant blood.

"Thump!"

The headless corpse crashed to the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain from its neck, staining the white jade floor tiles beneath it.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

The Tiger Guards, who were laughing uproariously just a moment ago, suddenly stopped laughing as if they had been choked.

Their faces were filled with extreme fear and disbelief.

The people at the Green Robe Pavilion were equally dumbfounded, their eyes filled with horror.

Sold out instantly!

A top-tier expert at the ninth level of the Acquired Realm was actually killed instantly by this rumored useless prince with a single sword strike?!

That...that sword energy, as sharp as lightning...

"He's a master of the Innate Realm! He's a master of the Innate Realm!"

Suddenly, a scream filled with terror shattered the silence.

Panic, like a plague, spread rapidly among the people.

They finally realized just how much of a being they had provoked.

Lin Hanzhou looked at his masterpiece and nodded to himself.

Sure enough, not only could cultivation levels be synchronized, but even the martial arts techniques cultivated on Earth could be perfectly executed in this dream world.

His "Thunder Strike" attack just now only used less than 10% of his strength, yet it had such an effect.

This gave him more confidence in his upcoming struggle for the throne.

However, to Lin Hanzhou's surprise, after the initial panic, this group of acquired martial artists did not scatter and flee.

Although they were terrified, their faces were ashen and their legs were trembling, but they still gripped their weapons tightly and stood guard at the palace gate.

They dared not disobey the prince's orders.

The consequences of deserting in the face of battle might be even more tragic than dying here.

"Oh? You still have some backbone?"

"Since you're in such a hurry to be reincarnated, then I, Your Highness, will grant your wish."

Lin Hanzhou raised an eyebrow, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

This time, he held nothing back.

He raised his longsword again, and a large amount of spiritual power from his third-level meridian opening surged out of his body!

"Thunderous Slash!"

With a low shout, even more dazzling lightning erupted from the sword.

This time, the sword energy that detached from the sword became longer, and its power was far beyond what Gang could match.

"boom!"

The sword energy, like a devastating thunderstorm, swept towards the center of the crowd in front of them in an instant.

"ah--!"

The piercing screams rose and fell, only to be instantly drowned out by thunderous explosions.

Any martial artist touched by the sword energy, whether at the seventh or ninth level of the Acquired Realm, was easily torn apart as if made of paper.

Their bodies were instantly blasted to pieces by the violent power of the lightning, with blood and flesh flying everywhere!

With a single strike, more than twenty of the dozens of martial artists blocking the gate were killed on the spot, turning into a pile of charred remains.

This terrifying scene, like divine punishment, finally shattered the last shred of psychological defense among the remaining people.

"He's a devil! He's a devil!"

"Fuck you, you want me to fight a Xiantian expert?"

"Run! Everyone, split up and run!"

It's unclear who started it, but the rest of the people were filled with fear and no longer cared about the prince's orders.

They abandoned their armor and fled in panic in all directions, wishing their parents had more legs.

Lin Hanzhou watched their fleeing figures indifferently, without giving chase.

Hunting down these insignificant people is a complete waste of his time.

He sheathed his gleaming sword, then strode across the corpses and pools of blood, toward the tightly closed vermilion palace gate.

Now, before him, behind those imposing palace gates, lies the pinnacle of power.

Behind him, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood were a living hell.

The two are separated by only one door.