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

"No... I am absolutely not a minister who will bring ruin to the country! No, I am not a traitor who will bring disaster to the country!" Han Fei's face was ashen, he cried out in grief, looked up to the sky and roared, tears streaming down his face.

"Ha... Your Majesty is not a ruler who will bring about the downfall of the country, but your ministers are ministers who will bring about the downfall of the country. Han Fei, you are a mediocre talent who has misled the country, harmed the people, and destroyed the foundation of the nation!" Lin Tian showed no mercy, his voice like thunder, each word striking like a thunderclap.

The change came too suddenly and too violently, leaving everyone speechless and shaken to their core!

Only Lin Tian knew from the moment he stepped out of the South Korean border that the real opponent was neither the 100,000 South Korean soldiers nor his old acquaintances.

Rather, it is the future—the unpredictable storms, the ten years he will vanish into thin air, the unknown storms hidden in the folds of fate.

Everything he did was against fate. Because he possessed a system and had already transmigrated, this world could no longer tolerate his hesitation.

Han Fei was terrified by these words, which were as sharp as knives and swords.

His body swayed suddenly, and he almost fell over, but fortunately Zhang Liang rushed out, dismounted, and caught his swaying body.

Zhang Liang looked anxious and asked urgently, "Han Fei, can you still hold on?"

Zhang Liang, who was always quick-witted and would later be revered as the "Sage of Strategy," was a young and outstanding talent. He was usually gentle, modest, and reserved, but at this moment he lost his composure.

How could Han Fei be unharmed? Lin Tian secretly chuckled at Zhang Liang's excessive worry, but his gaze was fixed firmly on Ying Zheng, who stood quietly to the side.

After whispering a few words to Yan Lingji, the two of them suddenly took to the air and lightly leaped onto the roofs of two carriages. They landed steadily one after the other, their eyes sharp as blades, scanning the surroundings.

With a flick of her wrist, Li Wu brought the white jade flute to her lips, ready to unleash a mesmerizing and mind-bending melody.

Yan Lingji slightly raised her palms, and crimson flames surged and danced between her fingers, breathing and scorching like living things.

As one of the Eight Linglong, Li Wu's composure and maturity at this moment far surpassed those of the young Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang.

Thinking about it, it makes sense—Li Wu's days of killing with her sword, receiving rewards and honors, and buying rouge and face powder are long gone; while Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, these two greenhorns, haven't even sharpened their blades much yet.

Zi Nu frowned slightly, gazing at the gleaming sword before Han Fei, her voice trembling slightly: "Han Fei and you have always addressed each other as brothers, is it really going to come to this?"

never mind?!

Lin Tian gritted his teeth, his mind sinking into turmoil.

Because you are brothers, we cannot indulge you; because we care about all of you, we have to harden our hearts!

With a light tap of his toes, his figure vanished from the horse's back in an instant. The Yuanhong Sword was already in his hand, its tip drawing a sharp silver flower, aimed directly at Han Fei's throat.

Lin Tian's eyes were cold as frost, his voice like chilling iron: "Are you truly a man of integrity? Have you even seen where you went wrong?!"

"I... I have done nothing wrong!" Han Fei lowered his head to avoid his gaze, his throat tightening. He had never been so afraid of anyone before—that trembling feeling of having his lungs pierced, that suffocating sense of being as insignificant as dust, he had only experienced once before when facing his mentor Xunzi.

It wasn't fear of his power, but rather his gaze—as if his soul were being dissected and exposed to the scorching sun; what he feared even more was that Lin Tian's words struck at the truths he dared not ponder during his sleepless nights.

His instinct was to retreat, to escape, to avoid those eyes that could pierce through his skin and reach the depths of his heart.

"Innocent? Without fault? Ha... Han Fei, you truly chill me to the bone." Lin Tian sneered, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Liang. "Zifang, you step aside too! — Do you really wish him well?"

That one sentence was like a thunderbolt cleaving through the fog. Zhang Liang's eyes sharpened, and he released his grip, stepping back and standing neatly to the side—he trusted Lin Tian, ​​and believed that he wouldn't draw his sword without reason.

"It's not that I don't want Korea to prosper! With your domineering attitude, you could have protected them!" Han Fei's voice was weak, but he still stubbornly argued, though he never dared to raise his eyes.

"If I were to kill your sister with a single sword strike, would you believe me?"

"I don't believe it!"

"What if I were to take your life with a single sword strike?"

"……letter."

Lin Tian roared suddenly, his voice echoing across the surrounding area: "Since you believe I will kill you, won't your sister seek revenge? Will Zhang Liang stand idly by? Zi Nu, Nong Yu, Wei Zhuang, which one of them will truly give up?!"

Han Fei staggered backward, while Lin Tian stepped closer, the Yuanhong Sword pressing inch by inch toward his heart with each word of questioning.

He finally understood—even though he was unwilling to admit it, he could only reply in a hoarse voice, "They will... they will all avenge me, and Nongyu... is no exception."

"You still dare to say I won't kill them? You still dare to say I can protect them?!" Lin Tian shouted angrily. "Your arrogance only reveals your narrow-mindedness and shallowness—you're nothing but a rat's-eye view!"

Han Fei's lips moved, but he was speechless, his face ashen.

Lin Tian never doubted people's survival instinct in desperate situations—so he held the tip of the Yuanhong Sword firmly against Han Fei's heaving chest!

If it were just half a step further in, that famous sword, capable of cutting through iron like mud, would pierce through flesh and blood, killing the victim instantly.

"stop!"

"Lin Tian, ​​are you out of your mind?!"

"If you truly kill him, even if I, Wei Zhuang, am no match for you, I will fight to the death!"

Nongyu was the first to rush off the carriage, stumbling and running towards them; Zinu followed closely behind, her skirts fluttering; finally came Weizhuang, his Shark Tooth Sword held horizontally in front of his chest, shattering the blue bricks with a single step, blocking Han Fei's path.

Tears streamed down Nongyu's face as she knelt on the ground, sobbing and pleading, "Husband...please..."

The word "husband" made Lin Tian's wrist pause almost imperceptibly.

Zi Nu stared at him, her voice soft yet taut: "What exactly do you want to do?" She didn't believe he would really kill her, but the way he was acting made her heart tremble and her fingertips go cold...

She couldn't imagine Lin Tian with Han Fei's blood on his hands—that would drive her completely insane.

In fact, she had realized some time ago that Lin Tian had already quietly fallen into the deepest part of her heart; but she had always refused to admit it, using Nongyu as an excuse and her pride as armor.

At this moment, between Zilan Pavilion and Liusha, only one person remained unmoved—Zhang Liang still stood in the same spot, his eyes blazing as he stared intently at Lin Tian.

Lin Tian glanced at Ying Zheng out of the corner of his eye and understood: at this moment, he must not show weakness and must force this future King of Qin to make a decision.

Lin Tian's gaze, sharp as a knife, swept over the three men before piercing Han Fei: "I'll kill you on behalf of the common people? I'll use your blood to sacrifice to the heavens, in exchange for eternal peace—do you accept this reasoning?"

Han Fei didn't look at Lin Tian, ​​but instead fixed his gaze on Ying Zheng. He pushed aside the attendants who were supporting him, straightened his clothes and hat, bowed deeply, and knelt on the ground.

His voice choked with emotion, yet every word was clear: "The Qin ruler is wise, but Han Fei is foolish and has ruined the country. I have only one request before I die!"

Ying Zheng gazed at him and sighed deeply: "If the entire state of Han submits, I am willing, with your witness, to grant the King of Han a fiefdom, to preserve the lives of the people of Han, and to allow them to continue farming and studying in peace."

Han Fei bowed again, but as he rose, he suddenly turned to Lin Tian, ​​his gaze intense: "May I ask, sir—after the King of Qin annexed the land of Han, how did he prevent popular uprisings? And how will you instruct the King of Qin?"

Lin Tian answered decisively: "Iron laws are like mountains, and the power of punishment is awe-inspiring! This is the foundation of your Legalist school. I am merely passing on your words to Ying Zheng."

"Then how should we govern Han?" Han Fei pressed.

"Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it; it is better to dredge than to block, for dredging brings peace." Lin Tian pointed, "Ying Zheng personally appointed the prefects, entrusted them with real power, and let them govern freely."