75: A sword cuts off an arm, and the elders block the door

Despair.

For Bai Feng, this was a true despair he had never imagined in his life.

Behind him was Lin Tian, unvanquishable like a demon god. His aura was like an abyss, cold and heavy, locking onto him tightly. In front of him was the central server, close at hand, containing a Heaven-Defying Opportunity. The faint blue data streams it emitted seemed like a staircase to heaven.

One step to heaven, one step to Hell.

No time to hesitate!

A trace of bone-deep madness and determination flashed in Bai Feng's eyes. He suddenly pulled out a silver badge carved with complex spatial runes from the lining of his combat suit and, without hesitation, crushed it!

Crack!

The badge shattered.

Buzz—!

The one-time spatial displacement device was instantly activated! A violent spatial energy erupted with his body as the center. This was the ultimate method to instantly break free from a lock, at the cost of self-mutilation!

"Ah—!"

Accompanied by a scream forcibly suppressed deep in his throat, Bai Feng's left arm was brutally torn apart in the violent spatial distortion, turning into a blurry mist of blood! Excruciating pain swept through his brain like a tide, but he, using this violent recoil, like a trapped Vicious Beast breaking free from its cage, transformed into a bloody afterimage and successfully rushed to the gigantic central server!

His right hand, the arm of god, which had undergone Fusion with ancient technology and carried all his hopes, pressed fiercely onto the pandora's box, which sealed the core technology, with the ecstasy of having escaped death and the impending joy of revenge!

"Hahaha! Lin Tian! You lost! You ultimately lost!"

"The Legacy is mine! The victor is I, Bai Feng!"

He laughed maniacally, as if he had already seen himself fusing with the War Emperor's supreme power, turning defeat into victory, and fiercely trampling that arrogant Lin Tian underfoot, reclaiming all the glory that belonged to him!

..."Is that so?"

A cold, indifferent voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, like a chilling wind from the depths of the Nine Hells, leisurely sounded from behind him.

Bai Feng's maniacal laughter instantly froze on his face, like a clumsy play paused.

He suddenly turned his head, his pupils constricting to pinpricks due to extreme fear.

Lin Tian was still standing in his original spot, not even changing his posture in the slightest. He merely slowly raised his right hand, his slender index and middle fingers joined, forming a sword-finger, and with a gentle flick, hundreds of meters away, in the direction he was facing.

There was no earth-shattering momentum.

No dazzling, magnificent light effects.

Not even the slightest energy fluctuation.

It was just such a casual flick, as if merely brushing away a speck of dust in front of him.

The next second.

An invisible rift, undetectable by the naked eye, as if it had sliced open space itself, arrived first.

It disregarded distance, defense, and all physical Laws, like the most precise surgical knife in God's hand, descending instantly.

Hiss!

A faint, almost inaudible slicing sound was heard.

The expression on Bai Feng's face went from ecstasy to bewilderment, then to extreme terror, finally turning into a deathly gray despair.

He slowly lowered his head, his gaze moving stiffly.

He saw that his arm of god, which had made him famous and carried all his hopes, had been severed at the shoulder. The cut was smooth as a mirror, with not even a drop of blood flowing out, because along with the flesh, nerves, and bones, that small piece of space itself had also been severed.

What chilled his Soul even more was that the invisible dimensional rift, while severing his arm, like a living entity, transformed into an invisible large hand, sweeping up the severed arm, along with the pandora's box he had just touched, and, drawing a graceful, utterly mocking arc, steadily dropped them into the hand of the demon god in the distance.

Killing two birds with one stone!

...Outside the War Emperor's Mausoleum. Kunlun City's highest monitoring center.

Just now, because the combat energy of Lin Tian and the Martial God's remains was too terrifying, the Heavenly Eye System's live broadcast signal was interrupted again, and the entire light screen was filled with static.

Everyone could only anxiously await the final outcome, the atmosphere extremely oppressive.

Elder Wang, Wang Zhenshan, the leader of the War God Academy's team, was stroking his beard, boasting to his colleagues with an air of having everything under control. His voice was not loud, but it was enough for the representatives of several top powers around to hear clearly:

"Gentlemen, there is no need to worry. Although Lin Tian is brave, he is ultimately just a Martial Artist, courageous but without strategy. In the complex environment of the War Emperor's Mausoleum, the ultimate victor will undoubtedly be a wise man like my disciple Bai Feng, who understands how to utilize intelligence and the environment. Watch, he will surely turn defeat into victory and return gloriously with the War Emperor's supreme Legacy!"

No sooner had he finished speaking.

"Beep—signal restored!"

A technician suddenly shouted, breaking the silence in the room.

On the largest central light screen, the static instantly disappeared, and the picture became clear again.

Then, hundreds of millions of viewers worldwide, along with Elder Wang, who had just been pontificating, clearly saw that scene—

Bai Feng, both arms severed, covered in blood, lay slumped on the ground like a dead dog, his eyes hollow and despairing.

And Lin Tian, holding the arm of god, which shimmered with a cold metallic luster, in one hand, and weighing the pandora's box, which was clearly a core treasure, in the other, his expression indifferent, like a monarch surveying his spoils.

The entire monitoring center was deadly silent.

The smile on Wang Zhenshan's face instantly petrified. His hand, holding the teacup, trembled violently, and he didn't even notice the hot tea spilling all over him. His complexion, in a mere second, went from smug to bewildered, then to ashen, and finally swelled to a liver-purple, as if he had been publicly slapped dozens of times by an invisible hand.

"Cough, cough..."

Clan Chief Long Zhanye of the Dragon Family, opportunely coughed twice, breaking the suffocating awkwardness. With a perfectly measured "apology" on his face, he said to Elder Wang, who was on the verge of a heart attack, in a Versailles-esque, helpless tone:

"Oh dear, Elder Wang, I am truly sorry. My grandson here just doesn't know his own strength. I'll definitely give him a good talking-to when we get back. Thankfully, he's kind-hearted; he only severed his arm and didn't directly take that child Bai Feng's life. Young people, you know, just sparring, stopping at the right moment, stopping at the right moment."

"Pfft—!"

Wang Zhenshan could no longer hold it in, his throat sweetened, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood on the spot, but he forcibly swallowed it back, his old face turning crimson and purple from holding it in... Inside the War Emperor's Mausoleum.

Lin Tian put away the arm of god and the pandora's box.

He did not open the box on the spot.

He understood the principle of not flaunting wealth. Moreover, the value of this box was enough to make any S-Class Expert go mad.

He glanced at Bai Feng, who had completely passed out, with no ripple in his eyes.

Killing a person is not as good as destroying their heart.

For a "wise man" like Bai Feng, who was arrogant to the core, letting him live, letting him clearly watch himself ascend to the Peak step by step, using the Opportunity that should have been his to achieve a great feat that he didn't even have the qualifications to look up to—this was ten thousand times more cruel than killing him with a single blade.

This was the ultimate punishment for a clever person.

"This place is not suitable for long stays; let's go out."

Lin Tian greeted Dragon Snow Phoenix, Jiang Luoling, and the others beside him, then turned and walked back the way they came.

Everyone followed closely, their faces filled with awe and admiration for Lin Tian.

On this trip to the War Emperor's Mausoleum, Lin Tian, with his own strength, suppressed all the Prodigies, purified the Martial God's remnant Soul, and obtained the ultimate Legacy.

His prestige, after this battle, would truly resound globally, unshakeable!

...Kunlun City Airport.

Buzz—!

Accompanied by a violent spatial fluctuation, the exit light gate of the War Emperor's Mausoleum slowly emerged in the central area of the airport, like a giant blue vortex.

Lin Tian, leading the Dragon Family team, full of vigor, was the first to step out.

However, the moment they appeared.

Boom!

A powerful, suffocating S-Class pressure, like the collapse of the sky, transformed into a tangible shockwave, descending from above!

The entire airport's ground, paved with special alloy, cracked inch by inch under this pressure, emitting a mournful groan of unbearable weight!

Elder Wang of the War God Academy, had been waiting there, though no one knew when he arrived. His face was ashen, his eyes bloodshot, and visible energy storms swirled around him, like a man-eating Vicious Beast, fiercely blocking Lin Tian and his group.

His voice, no longer disguised in the slightest, contained monstrous rage and cold killing intent, sweeping across the entire airport like a rolling cold current, making all the surrounding Martial Artists tremble with fear.

"Lin Tian!"

"Are my academy's chief, Bai Feng's arm, and the core Legacy of the War Emperor's Mausoleum on you?!"