Watching the three men beheaded, San Muha, the master, couldn't help but exclaim at his luck. "Damn, I almost lost my bald head too."
Lin Shan's saber strike was deeply etched into the minds of Zhang Zhen and Lin Shanhe, an indescribable feeling flashing incessantly within their thoughts.
"Clear your minds and follow the instincts in your heads. Forge your own path, integrating the destiny of the Overlord's Way into your own comprehension," Lin Hai's voice echoed in their ears. The two sat cross-legged, beginning to comprehend.
"Third brother, you guard them. I'll go guide Young Ye."
"Saur, do you still recognize me, Lin Hai?"
A majestic voice boomed in Saur's ears, yet others were completely unaffected.
"Defeat me in a battle with Young Ye and die here; win and I'll spare your life. Do you agree?"
"Young Ye, fight him with all your might. Temper yourself without concern for anything else. I will handle everything," Lin Hai turned to Ye Fan and said.
Leng Ao said to Lin Shan, "Third brother, when did second brother become so cultured? He doesn't seem like himself."
"It was after he returned from Shanhe's place recently. He said he couldn't let his grandchildren and granddaughters feel he lacked culture, so he specifically studied. He just learned these few phrases and came to show off. But you have to admit, it sounds quite sophisticated."
"Old Leng, don't you think we older brothers should also learn some culture? We can't always be like 'What can I do, I lack culture, I'll get by with a 'damn it' all the time," Lin Shan said, looking enviously at his second brother.
"After all, we'll have grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and so on in the future. It would be too embarrassing for a senior to lack culture."
Leng Ao thought carefully, "Yes, Third brother, you're right. When we return to the royal court, let's start a culture class. Let's not end up like Old Man Ying, look at what he's taught his grandson."
Ye Fan casually opened his sword box. Nine gleaming treasure swords lay within.
Sword intent rose into the sky. The swords in the box sensed their master's intent, their dragon-like roars urging them to break free.
Ye Fan looked at the crackling, lightning-entwined Saur and shouted, "Fight!"
"Flying swords, like clouds, long rainbows descending from the west. Pierce the rainbow, swift." Ye Fan pointed his sword finger at one of the treasure swords.
A continuous hum of sword song filled the air as the treasure sword, carrying immense sword qi, shot towards Saur.
"Well met." Saur, seeing the incoming flying sword, brandished his Thunder God's Hammer, and a dazzling bolt of lightning collided with the sword.
*Bang.* The smoke cleared, revealing a large pit where the hammer and sword had met. Ye Fan’s sword finger flicked, and the flying sword once again hovered in the air, ready to attack.
"Swords rise, dragons and snakes, wind and clouds gather. One sword pierces the rainbow, swift." Two more treasure swords flew out. Three swords ascended, their powerful sword qi churning the air into a tempest.
With an unstoppable pressure, they hurtled towards Saur.
Saur narrowed his eyes, looking seriously at the incoming flying swords. His aura surged, lightning coiling around his body. He transformed into a giant ball of light, colliding with the three flying swords.
*Puff.* The lightning dissipated, and Saur spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Second brother, Little Ye is truly strong. In just two years, he can make Saur, a quasi-king for over 20 years, like this. This kid is indeed a talent worth nurturing," Lin Shan said to his elder brother, full of admiration for Ye Fan.
"Indeed. He is worthy of being mentioned alongside Big Brother as the 'China Sword and Saber' back then. Most importantly, he is young. After this matter is settled, let him step down as the Director of the Martial Arts Bureau and cultivate properly at the Human Royal Court. Perhaps in 20 years, our China will have another King," Lin Hai also greatly admired Ye Fan and had more comprehensive considerations.
The gaze returned to the battlefield.
"Saur, take another sword from me."
Ye Fan controlled the three flying swords with one hand and pointed at the sword box with the other.
"Yitian's vastness requires a long sword, six directions of cold light illuminating the eight wastes. Sword controls the six directions, swift." Three more treasure swords flew from the sword box, joining the swords in the air. Their sword qi merged, radiating cold light.
The six treasure swords, enveloped in sword qi, formed a giant sword flashing with cold light. Ye Fan's sword finger guided it, and the giant sword struck Saur with the power to cleave the heavens.
"Body of the Thunder God!" Saur roared, transforming into a three-meter-tall lightning giant. The Thunder God's Hammer also grew into a colossal two-handed hammer, one meter in diameter and three meters long.
"Thunder Break!" Saur spun in place like a colossal lightning-charged top, holding the hammer. The Thunder God's Hammer became a massive ball of lightning, soaring towards the giant sword.
*Boom boom.* A mushroom cloud rose. As the lightning and smoke cleared, the surrounding valleys and boulders were leveled.
Saur's armor was shattered, and he coughed up blood.
Ye Fan's combat suit was also in tatters, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Brother, this Ye Jian Shen (Sword God) looks so refined normally, but he's truly fierce. Look at how he's beaten Saur," Zhang Zhen said to Lin Shanhe.
"I never expected Ye Fan, one of China's Ten Great Lords, to be a quasi-king. I was always unconvinced that he was as famous as my father. Seeing this today, I was short-sighted," Lin Shanhe had always harbored some resentment about Ye Fan being mentioned in the same breath as Lin Tian.
"Now it seems that we brothers are not enough on the human side either. The people we usually joke and laugh with are all quasi-kings. Who knows how many more hidden masters there are in the human race? We brothers need to work harder, or who will take us seriously?"
"Also, it seems there are different levels of quasi-kings. Look at those three red-robed archbishops, they are also quasi-kings, but Third Uncle cut off their heads with a single saber. The gap is too huge."
"Saur, are you not surrendering yet? The next sword I'm about to use is one I've never used before. You will die."
"Ye Fan, your China is very strong. Perhaps opposing you was a true mistake. Come, let the final move decide the victor."
"Sword's cold breaks the dawn over nine thousand miles, tiger's roar and dragon's cry bring peace to the world. Sword cleaves the nine heavens, swift." The last three treasure swords from Ye Fan's sword box also soared into the sky. All nine swords gathered, their dragon roar and tiger cry resounding through heaven and earth. Sudan Novel Network.
Ye Fan's sword finger flicked repeatedly, and the nine flying swords transformed into a dragon-like sword formation in the air. Powerful sword qi overflowed, seemingly tearing space itself.
"Second brother, Little Ye's sword is quite something, worthy of the title Jian Shen. We must bring such talent back to the royal court. In at most 20 years, he will surely become a King-level Sword Cultivator," Lin Shan said to his elder brother.
"Indeed. This kid has already touched upon the laws of sword intent. His future achievements will be considerable," Lin Hai agreed wholeheartedly with his third brother's words.
"Third brother, we cannot let Little Ye kill Saur. Have you forgotten how Big Brother fell back then? Saur is the Prince of Asgard. We cannot let Little Ye make an enemy of an alien king before he has fully grown. Big Brother's tragedy must not be repeated."
"Second brother, you are right. Besides, the objective has been achieved, so there is no need to kill Saur."