496: Next

Lin Xiao's words were light, without any emotional fluctuations.

But falling into the ears of everyone present, it was no different from a nuclear bomb exploding in their minds.

Dead silence.

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the clamor of millions of people and the bullet chats of billions of viewers in the global livestream rooms seemed to have been muted at this instant.

Everyone was like a duck with its neck throttled, mouths agape but unable to make a sound.

Bi... binge-watching?

Because he wanted to binge-watch a show, he didn't have time to see these aggressive demons who rode flying boat Magic Treasures and had awakened from the primordial era?

This was no longer just an insult.

This was utter, complete disregard!

It was as if in Li Heng's eyes, this luxurious lineup of over a hundred figures—where the lowest Aura was at the Nascent Soul Stage and even included Great Yao led by Body Integration Stage experts—didn't even deserve for him to pause the playback button.

"Moo—!!!"

After a brief silence came an extreme outburst.

That hundred-zhang-tall Bull Demon King's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and the scorching air currents snorted from his nostrils almost ignited the air.

The demonic power on his body went completely out of control due to uncontrollable rage, causing the clouds in the sky to churn incessantly from the force.

"You... you're looking for death!!!"

The Bull Demon King let out a world-shaking roar, and the terrifying sound waves, like a physical tsunami, slapped toward Lin Xiao.

However, Lin Xiao just stood there quietly, without even a corner of his clothes fluttering.

That sonic wave, powerful enough to shatter mountains, silently vanished three feet in front of him as if it had hit an invisible wall.

As if it had never existed.

"Be quiet." Lin Xiao lifted his eyelids and glanced at him. "Too noisy."

The Bull Demon King's figure stiffened; he felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe. That towering rage was actually choked back into his throat by that single glance.

"Old Bull, step back."

On the main seat, the White Wolf King, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

His voice was calm, but deep within his golden vertical pupils, a chill more sinister than the Bull Demon King's was surging.

He knew that today's battle was already unavoidable.

Moreover, they had to fight, and they had to win beautifully!

Otherwise, their so-called ancient orthodoxies would completely become the laughingstock of the world.

The White Wolf King's gaze swept over Lin Xiao and finally landed on the Kunlun Disciples behind him, who had various expressions. He spoke slowly, his voice carrying across the world through spiritual power.

"What a Kunlun Academy, what a Dean Li Heng."

"Since this is a practical class, then my Shu Mountain Sect will act as your examiner for once."

He turned his head and said to a feminine-looking young man beside him, who was also dressed in white robes and carried a long sword with a wolf-head hilt: "Bai Sen, go. Let the Disciples of Kunlun Academy witness the true sword dao of my Shu Mountain Sect."

"Yes, King."

The Wolf Demon youth named Bai Sen responded respectfully, then took a step forward. His figure turned into a white line, plummeting straight down from the sky and landing steadily a hundred meters in front of Lin Xiao.

His hand rested on the sword hilt as a sharp Demonic Qi mixed with Sword Intent soared into the sky.

"Shu Mountain Sect, Bai Sen, Golden Core Stage Great Perfection. Please advise."

The global livestream cameras immediately focused on the two in the arena.

[It's coming, it's coming! They're finally going to fight!]

[This guy named Bai Sen is so handsome. Even though he's a demon, this temperament and Sword Intent make him a definite expert!]

[Golden Core Great Perfection against a Kunlun Core Disciple, this is a true battle between dragons and tigers!]

Fang Yuan and the others behind Lin Xiao watched with great interest.

"Golden Core Stage Great Perfection? Isn't it a bit like bullying for Lin Xiao to step up?" Han Li muttered softly.

"Don't underestimate him," Xie Wangsheng pushed his glasses, Bai Sen's figure reflected on the lenses. "The Sword Intent on him is mixed but also very ancient; he must have received some kind of Legacy. Moreover, the Yao Race has powerful physical bodies. At the same Realm, their combat power far exceeds that of ordinary human Cultivators."

In the field.

Lin Xiao still had that indifferent look, not even showing any intention of taking the xueming sword off his back.

He just reached out a hand and beckoned to Bai Sen with a finger.

"You make the first Move."

Bai Sen's face instantly became extremely ugly.

What utter contempt!

"Arrogant!"

He shouted angrily and unsheathed his sword with a clang.

In an instant, the sword light was like a bolt of silk. Streaks of pale white Sword Qi erupted from his blade, weaving into a large net in the air. Carrying the shrill sound of wolf howls, it enveloped Lin Xiao!

"Hundred Wolves Howling at the Moon Sword!"

[Holy crap! Such a gorgeous sword technique! This sword light, this Aura, so awesome!]

[This is true immortal sword technique! Love it, love it! Is Shu Mountain Sect still recruiting? I'm going to sign up right now!]

[Why isn't that Kunlun Disciple moving? Is he scared stiff? He hasn't even drawn his sword?]

Facing the sky-covering sword net, Lin Xiao's movements were simple to the extreme.

He neither retreated nor blocked.

Just as the sword net was about to reach his body, he joined his fingers like a sword and lightly tapped the void.

*Ding!*

A soft sound.

That seemingly indestructible and magnificent sword net seemed to have been hit at a core node, instantly freezing in mid-air.

Then, it shattered inch by inch, dissipating into a sky full of light spots.

Bai Sen's pupils shrank. Before he could react, Lin Xiao's figure had already vanished from before his eyes.

The next second, a chill attacked from behind.

Bai Sen spun around abruptly and blocked with his sword horizontally!

*Clang!*

A crisp sound of clashing metal.

Lin Xiao had appeared behind him at some point, still with his fingers joined like a sword. Those two seemingly ordinary fingers struck firmly against the spine of Bai Sen's sword.

An irresistible force surged through. Bai Sen felt a sharp pain in his palm, and the long sword in his hand almost flew out. He uncontrollably retreated over a dozen steps before barely steadying himself.

The entire venue fell into a dead silence once again.

The bullet chat in the livestream room also paused for a moment before refreshing at an even more frantic speed.

[??? Am I seeing things? What just happened?]

[One finger... he broke such an awesome sword technique with just one finger? And even pushed the guy back?]

[It's fake! This isn't scientific! He didn't even draw his sword!]

In the sky, the White Wolf King's gaze finally turned solemn.

He saw clearly that Lin Xiao's finger tap, though seemingly simple, contained a principle of Sword Dao that returned to simplicity.

It ignored all flashy Moves and pointed directly at the Origin of power.

"Again!"

Bai Sen roared, his demonic power exploding without reservation.

His figure became blurred, turning into dozens of afterimages that attacked Lin Xiao from all directions simultaneously, each afterimage swinging a lethal sword light.

"Shadow Wolf Kill!"

This was his trump card assassination technique, extremely fast and impossible to guard against.

However, Lin Xiao still stood in place, not moving at all.

He just closed his eyes.

At the moment Bai Sen's sword tip was about to pierce his body, he reached out his finger again and casually drew a circle in front of him.

*Clink, clank, clang!*

A series of dense impact sounds rang out.

Those dozens of lethal sword lights were like hitting an invisible wall of Qi; without exception, they were all accurately deflected.

Bai Sen's figure stumbled out from the afterimages, his face filled with disbelief.

All his attacks, all the sword Moves he was proud of, were like child's play before this black-clothed youth, easily neutralized.

The opponent hadn't even drawn his sword!

"Why... why is it like this..." Bai Sen murmured in a daze.

His Dao Heart, at this moment, had already developed cracks.

"Your sword is too flashy."

Lin Xiao finally spoke, his voice carrying a hint of disappointment.

"You have the form but not the intent."

"No!!!" Bai Sen was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; he suddenly looked up, his eyes blood-red, looking like a mad demon.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe that my Shu Mountain Sect sword dao, with its ten-thousand-year Legacy, would lose to an unorthodox practitioner like you!"

"Die! Heavenly Wolf Devouring the Sun!"

He poured all the demonic power and essence blood in his body into the long sword in his hand!

The sword blade let out an overloaded wail, then erupted with an incomparably brilliant blood-colored light. A ferocious blood-colored wolf shadow roared out from the tip of the sword, opening its bloody maw as if to swallow the world!

This strike had already transcended the scope of the Golden Core Stage!

Facing this world-destroying blow, Lin Xiao's expression finally changed slightly.

He looked up at the approaching blood-colored wolf shadow and slowly raised his right hand.

Still with fingers joined like a sword.

But this time, a tiny glimmer of light lit up at his fingertips.

That light was very faint, like a spark of firefly in the dark night.

But it was this tiny spark that caused the White Wolf King, watching from the sky, to have his face change drastically!

"Stop!!" he roared out in shock.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Lin Xiao's finger lightly slashed down toward that blood-colored wolf shadow.

There was no world-shaking explosion, no world-destroying sound.

That terrifying wolf shadow, capable of devouring the sun and moon, melted silently like snow under a scorching sun the moment it touched that tiny glimmer of light.

From beginning to end, it quietly disintegrated.

*Pfft!*

Bai Sen was as if struck by lightning; he sprayed out a mouthful of blood and flew backward. The long sword in his hand shattered inch by inch as he fell to the ground, completely unconscious.

One finger.

Defeated the enemy.

Lin Xiao withdrew his finger and calmly looked up, his gaze sweeping over the hundred or so demons in the sky who were as quiet as cicadas in winter.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking hard against the heart of every demon.

"Next."