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

The joy of victory that had just begun to linger in Lin Hao's heart was completely washed away at this moment.

Lin Hanzhou!

This eleventh brother, whom he had never paid any attention to, was now here like a ghost.

The more composed the other party appeared, the more flustered Lin Hao became.

"Who...who are you?"

Ninth Prince Lin Hao narrowed his eyes, his voice carrying a hint of wariness.

His innate masters, who had just experienced a bloody battle, all turned their gazes toward this uninvited guest, their expressions wary.

They could sense that their opponent was also a master of innate talent, and a very strong one at that.

No wonder the other party was able to come in alone; it turns out they had something to rely on.

Who would have thought that the eleventh prince, who is usually a martial arts failure, would actually be a master of innate martial arts?

This eerie sense of incongruity cast a shadow over the hearts of everyone present.

Lin Hanzhou did not answer, but simply took a step and slowly walked towards the center of the field.

He remained calm and collected, as if he hadn't seen Lin Hao and the others at all.

"Halt! Take another step forward, and you will be killed without mercy!"

One of Lin Hao's innate masters shouted sternly.

Lin Hanzhou seemed not to hear, and continued walking.

Seeing that the other party was completely ignoring him, Lin Hao's expression immediately turned ugly.

As a noble prince, when had he ever received such treatment?

Even experts of the Innate Realm must treat him with utmost respect, yet someone is ignoring him now?

"All of you, attack together and kill him!"

Lin Hao no longer hesitated and issued a cold command.

In his view, no matter what the opponent had to rely on, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot when surrounded by several innate masters.

It should be noted that he had a total of eight innate masters under his command.

Although everyone had suffered some losses in the battle, only one person was seriously injured by a hidden weapon, while the other seven only sustained minor injuries.

With such a lineup, even a master at the third level of the Innate Realm would perish on the spot.

Seven innate masters, the advantage is mine!

Upon receiving the order, the seven innate masters did not hesitate and simultaneously activated their internal energy.

They surrounded Lin Hanzhou from seven different directions, like wolves pouncing on a rabbit.

The seven attacks intertwined into a net that completely sealed off Lin Hanzhou's space to dodge.

However, faced with this siege that would make any innate master despair, Lin Hanzhou simply smiled contemptuously.

It was the smile of a hunter seeing his prey fall into a trap.

Lin Hanzhou moved, disappearing from his spot in an instant like a ghost.

The next moment, he had already dodged all the attacks and arrived behind a Xiantian martial artist, his long sword suddenly drawn!

"Whoosh!"

A flash of cold light, and before the innate martial artist could even let out a scream, Lin Hanzhou beheaded him with a single sword strike.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and his body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The other six innate masters were all taken aback upon seeing this, and their attacks faltered.

They couldn't believe their eyes; a master of innate talent had died so easily.

Even a master at the third level of the Innate Realm couldn't achieve such an instant kill, right?

What is the opponent's cultivation level? Could it be the legendary fifth level of the Innate Realm?

In an instant, the six innate masters felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and they all moved closer together and retreated.

Upon seeing this, Lin Hanzhou did not hesitate and immediately drew his sword to attack.

Having observed the battle just now, he had already figured out the level of innate martial artists in this world.

To this, all he could say was, "Weak, really too weak."

In his view, these innate martial artists used spiritual power in such a crude way.

The cultivation techniques and martial arts skills were also riddled with flaws, probably not even meeting the standards for entry-level.

Under such conditions, wouldn't it be incredibly easy for Lin Hanzhou to kill them?

His figure moved freely among the six people, as if he were strolling leisurely in a garden.

Every time he appeared, a sword light would flash by, followed by the decapitation of a Xiantian expert.

In just a moment, he killed all six innate masters.

Having witnessed the entire process, Ninth Prince Lin Hao stared in disbelief at the corpses scattered on the ground.

He simply couldn't believe that his opponent possessed such terrifying strength; seven innate masters couldn't even withstand a single exchange?!

"No...no way, how can you be so strong!"

Lin Hao looked at Lin Hanzhou in horror, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

His usual confidence and composure vanished in that moment, replaced by endless horror and despair.

He never dreamed that his seven innate experts, working together, would suffer such a crushing defeat.

"Nothing is impossible. Now it's time for me to send you on your way."

Lin Hanzhou's voice was calm, as if he were stating something utterly ordinary.

However, these seemingly ordinary words, when they reached the ears of the Ninth Prince Lin Hao, terrified him more than the most vicious curse in the world.

"No...don't come any closer!"

Lin Hao screamed in terror, staggering backward as he tried to escape.

But he tripped over the corpse and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

The cold blood soaked through his python robe, and the pungent smell of blood almost made him vomit.

He was afraid.

He was genuinely scared.

He devoted his entire life to patiently plotting and secretly cultivating his power, even at the cost of bearing the infamy of murdering his own brothers.

With the supreme throne within reach, how could he be willing, how could he possibly die?

"Eleventh brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

"Please, please don't kill me! Just spare my life, and I'll serve you hand and foot!"

Lin Hao scrambled to his knees before Lin Hanzhou, abandoning all dignity, and pleaded desperately.

"The throne is yours, the entire Sui Dynasty is yours! I am willing to guard the land for you! I..."

Before Lin Hao could finish speaking, an extremely fast, cold light flashed across his neck.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The head of the Ninth Prince Lin Hao slowly separated from his body and soared into the sky.

On his dying face, a final hint of flattery and pleading remained; he seemed oblivious to the approaching death.

Lin Hanzhou simply watched coldly, his heart unmoved.

He knew his ninth brother was treacherous, so how could he believe his lies?

With a "thud," the headless corpse fell to the ground.

This cunning and patient Ninth Prince, who was about to ascend to the pinnacle of power, followed in the footsteps of the Third Prince.

The night wind blew by, carrying with it the heavy smell of blood from the palace square.

Lin Hanzhou stood holding his sword, the blade still stained with warm blood.

At his feet lay the corpses of two princes and numerous innate masters.

The final victor in tonight's battle for the throne has been decided at this moment.