"An ambush?"
Lin San gripped the Ye Fan sword in his hand, scanning his surroundings with a calm expression.
In the blink of an eye, the two Six-Star Martial Gods who had first attacked Lin San were instantly slain!
The remaining Six-Star Martial God stared wide-eyed, his body frozen in place, his gaze fixed on Lin San, filled with shock.
Too powerful.
In just a short moment, two Six-Star Martial Gods had been killed effortlessly!
"So it was you all along," Lin San said as he turned his gaze toward the last man, recognizing him.
The man before him seemed familiar, clearly one of the Martial Gods from earlier.
"I... I didn't mean to," the man stammered, his voice trembling.
He was utterly terrified. The power Lin San had just unleashed far surpassed what he had displayed during the fight with Zhang Mingkuan earlier.
How could this be?
Could his strength have increased so much in such a short time?
"You didn't mean to, but you intended to kill me, didn't you?"
Lin San's tone remained indifferent as he raised the Ye Fan sword, ready to strike.
"You're looking to die!"
Seeing Lin San about to cut him down, the man's face twisted with rage. He raised his own sword and charged at Lin San.
Sword energy burst from the blade, carrying terrifying power aimed at cutting Lin San in two.
Boom—
But in an instant, as Lin San swung the Ye Fan sword in a horizontal slash, a dull sound echoed.
The fierce sword energy was utterly obliterated, disappearing without a trace.
It was as if Lin San's sword had nullified it completely.
The man's eyes widened in disbelief.
He hadn't expected his powerful attack to be wiped out with a single slash!
At that moment, intense flames erupted from the Ye Fan sword's blade.
Seeing the deadly flames, the man's face filled with terror, and he turned to flee.
Lin San smirked coldly at the sight.
Raising the Ye Fan sword, he slashed through the air.
Boom—
A wave of flames burst forth from the sword and shot forward with incredible speed, crashing into the fleeing man.
"Ahhhh!!!"
With a piercing scream, the flames engulfed him, setting his entire body ablaze.
The Six-Star Martial God collapsed to the ground, rolling and writhing in agony, screaming as the fire consumed him.
But Lin San didn't stop. Channeling more energy from his body into the Ye Fan sword, he unleashed another powerful strike.
Boom—
A crescent-shaped golden flame shot out, crashing into the burning man's body.
The ground trembled violently, and the Six-Star Martial God was silenced forever.
As his body lay motionless, blood essence began to flow from it, drawn toward the Ye Fan sword.
[Killed Six-Star Martial God, gained 600,000,000 evolution points]
[Absorbed Six-Star Martial God's blood essence, gained 6,000 energy points]
[Absorbed Six-Star Martial God's blood essence, gained 6,000 energy points]
As the sword absorbed the energy, it was quickly transferred to Lin San's body.
In mere moments, Lin San had killed three Six-Star Martial Gods, and his body was once again filled with immense power.
Suddenly, a brilliant white light burst from within Lin San's body.
Behind him, a massive golden crow appeared, its form growing more distinct by the second.
Lin San stood still, as if in deep meditation, while his body continued to refine the immense energy.
The golden crow's figure became more tangible, its form solidifying.
Manifestation!
As Lin San's eyes shot open, a look of delight crossed his face.
He could clearly feel his strength increasing at this very moment.
"Seven Stars!"
He had officially broken through to the Seven-Star Martial God realm!
"And I have the Ye Fan sword to thank," Lin San said, looking at the sword in his hand with excitement.
Without hesitation, he turned and continued deeper into the forest.
"I still have no skills... Why must they all vanish?" Ye Fan muttered in frustration.
[Skill data stored in the sword body]
[Sword body shattered, data unrecoverable]
Just as Ye Fan was wondering, a system message suddenly appeared.
"Huh?"
Ye Fan was stunned by the message.
"The skill data is stored in the sword body?"
Ye Fan recalled that his sword had shattered completely during a previous battle. Some parts had been reduced to dust, but fragments of the blade might still remain.
"Could it be that those sword fragments still exist somewhere?" Ye Fan pondered.
"But even if they do, would it matter at this point?"
After some thought, Ye Fan decided to stop dwelling on it.
...
Meanwhile, back at the Burial Ground.
"Could it be that the cursed sword has reappeared?"
A group of demon gods had arrived at the site.
"It must be that sword!"
"Look at these bodies—there's no blood left in them!"
The demon gods' faces darkened as they inspected the scene.
It was just like before—every last drop of blood had been drained from the bodies.
"There's no way... I thought the Demon Emperor destroyed that cursed sword during the great battle," one of the demon gods muttered, his brows furrowed.
Suddenly, something caught his eye, and his eyes widened.
He quickly moved forward and crouched, picking up a small fragment from the ground.
As soon as he touched the shard, a sharp pain shot through his fingers—his skin had been cut open!
Such a sharp fragment!
Moreover, as his blood dripped onto the fragment, it was absorbed instantly, disappearing without a trace.
"This is...!?"