Martial Arts Master: The Lin Family Sword God, who swept through the Five Mountains and Four Sects

"Hmm." She nodded, her breathing slightly slower, but her fingertips were still quietly curling up—after all, the name "Ji Wuye" carried an aura of power forged in blood and iron in Han.

"Young Master Lin, please come in. The General and the Marquis have been waiting for you for some time," the guard at the gate said, bowing.

"Lord Marquis? Blood-Clad Marquis Bai Yifei?" Lin Tian paused in his steps.

"Exactly."

"Besides those two, who else could it be?"

The guard hesitated for a moment, then answered truthfully, "Lord Jade Tiger is also here." — This was unnecessary to say; the truth would become clear soon enough.

"Heh, quite the grand display." Lin Tian smiled and stepped over the threshold.

From the gate to the main hall, a mere hundred steps away, one can see the grandeur of the mansion; and in the depths of the side corridors, hidden chambers, and winding passages, at least a thousand slow, deep breaths rise and fall – without a doubt, these are all the assassins that Ji Wuye has deployed.

Upon entering the hall, Ji Wuye sat in the main seat, exuding an imposing aura. To his left was a round-faced, well-off middle-aged man, while to his right stood a young man in a red robe with silver hair and a deathly pale face. Although they had never met before, Lin Tian recognized him at a glance: Emerald Tiger, Blood-Clad Marquis Bai Yifei.

The three men's eyes were fixed on him like arrows.

Ji Wuye felt a chill run down his spine. That night, after Mo Ya returned, he personally went to the ruins of the Poison Scorpion Sect to investigate—more than ten top assassins of the "Hundred Birds" sect, including Red Owl, were all found dead on the spot, each with only a single, uniformly deep, clean sword mark on their throat.

Such methods are unmatched by many within the seven kingdoms.

Lin Tian, ​​however, seemed oblivious, calmly surveying his surroundings. His gaze swept over the menacing armor and gleaming blades before finally settling lazily on Ji Wuye's face. His voice was clear and bright: "Wasn't a banquet prepared for me? Where's the wine? Where are the dishes? Where's the meat? Is this all the General's hospitality is—just staring at people?"

Ji Wuye's gaze suddenly narrowed, locking onto Lin Tian like a hawk. After a long silence, he suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly: "Ha—! Truly, heroes emerge from among the young! The ruthless man who could slay a red owl with a single sword strike dares to face this general without flinching! Exhilarating! Absolutely exhilarating! This general appreciates you! Not only tonight's banquet, but power, wealth, and beauties… all are yours! Only one condition—from this day forward, you must obey my orders!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell silent. Ji Wuye sat upright in his high seat, his gaze fixed on Lin Tian, ​​waiting for him to bow his head.

"Oh……"

A soft sneer, short and sharp as a blade. Lin Tian raised his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, a cold edge in his expression: "Take orders from you? Who do you think you are, to presume to command me?"

Ji Wuye's face turned ashen instantly. He sprang to his feet with a "whoosh," his armor plates clanging loudly.

He stared intently at Lin Tian, ​​his voice low yet menacing: "So, you're refusing? Do you know that within the borders of Korea, no one dares to defy this general's will—even the King of Han himself would have to show deference!"

Lin Tian remained unmoved, as if only a breeze had brushed past his ears, and said in a calm voice, "Finished? If you're done, I'll take my leave. I came here to drink, not to listen to your empty boasting. Nongyu, let's go back to Zilan Pavilion, the hot dishes are waiting for us."

Having said that, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

"Trying to leave? Do you think this is the back door of a teahouse?!" Ji Wuye said coldly.

—He smashed the wine cup in his hand against the blue brick!

It exploded with a loud bang!

On both sides of the hall, hundreds of armored soldiers burst out from the walls, their powerful crossbows gleaming, arrows pointed at Lin Tian's throat; inside and outside the mansion, the cold glint of iron armor surged, the elite troops had sealed off all escape routes.

"Is this all the General's hospitality is like?" Lin Tian glanced around, a smile playing on his lips.

Seeing that he was calm and fearless, Ji Wuye frowned slightly, but then sneered - with such a lineup, let alone ordinary masters, even if the leader of the Mo family or the leader of the Farmer's School were to come, they would not be able to escape the calamity of being pierced by ten thousand arrows!

He stared at Lin Tian with a gloomy expression, enunciating each word clearly: "Final ultimatum: Surrender to me and live! Otherwise—kill! And this beauty beside you… offer her up, she'll be mine." His gaze was like a hook, fixed intently on Nongyu's face.

……

Previously, Lin Tian regarded Ji Wuye as nothing more than dust, whether to kill him or not depending entirely on his whim. But this one sentence was like a sharp blade cleaving the boundary between life and death—it was tantamount to personally carving his own epitaph.

Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; those who do so will be slaughtered.

Dongfang, Xiaolongnu, and Nongyu—they were all his most precious possessions, and he would not tolerate the slightest desecration.

In an instant, a cold glint flashed deep within his pupils, and his killing intent surged forth like a tidal wave bursting its banks, with a chilling aura emanating from his body.

"Ji Wuye, do you understand... that you're stepping into the gates of hell?!"

Before the words were even finished, the air suddenly froze, a bone-chilling cold filled the room, and the temperature seemed to plummet to the depths of winter.

Ji Wuye, whose spine was firmly locked by the killing intent, stiffened and felt his limbs go numb with cold.

He was known as "Korea's greatest warrior of the century," a reputation he earned by crawling through piles of corpses and rolling in pools of blood.

But at this moment, meeting Lin Tian's gaze, a long-lost, almost instinctive tremor rose in his heart.

"Fire arrows! Shoot them all into a pincushion!!" he roared hoarsely.

The bowstring trembled, and the sound of air being torn apart was continuous! A sky full of black shadows tore through the air, and the mysterious crystal arrowheads, glowing with an eerie light, rushed towards Lin Tian with the force of ten thousand tons—this arrow was specially designed to break through innate qi, and its power was enough to pierce through heavy armor!

Nongyu's face was ashen, yet she did not retreat an inch. Her five fingers gripped Lin Tian's arm tightly, her fingertips turning white as if they were about to dig into his flesh—to live together, to die together.

Lin Tian remained calm, not even lifting his eyelids, as if the overwhelming killing intent was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

A realm of artistic conception!

The arrow pierced his body and was within five paces of him. In an instant, it disintegrated and turned into a shower of snowflakes that fell to the ground.

A volley of arrows was fired, and they were reduced to ashes in an instant.

Emerald Lake and Bai Yifei both fell silent, their pupils contracted sharply, and they gasped in shock.

The crossbowmen around him stood frozen in place, their hands still on the triggers, but they forgot to exert force—such methods had long transcended the common sense of martial arts!

Ji Wuye's arrogant expression shattered instantly. One second he was looking down on everyone, the next he was ashen-faced, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes filled with shock and a hint of barely concealed fear.

"What are you standing there for! Shoot again! Chop him to pieces!!" he roared.

The crossbowmen shuddered, suppressing their fear, they gritted their teeth, nocked the arrows, drew the strings, and aimed—

But Lin Tian, ​​would he allow them to catch their breath any longer?

With a slight lift of his wrist, three invisible sword energies burst forth from the air—left, right, and back, all three lines striking simultaneously!

The archers on both sides of the hall had just nocked their arrows when, in the backyard, all the armored axemen and spearmen, except for two or three who managed to dodge, were cleaved in half at the waist! Cut in half at the waist!!

This was one of the most brutal tortures in history—those who suffered it often did not die immediately; the physically strong could even drag half their bodies and roar for nearly a quarter of an hour before finally passing away. At this moment, the entire General's Mansion was completely filled with mournful cries.

"Yu'er, don't open your eyes." Lin Tian noticed Nongyu's eyelashes trembling slightly and immediately spoke up to stop her, afraid that she would witness such a bloody scene.

"Mmm," Nongyu responded softly, her eyelids tightly shut, remaining motionless.