"Ling Xiao!!!" Ling Tian roared in fury. The power of his Dao Principle surged violently around him, his entire being tensing as if facing a formidable enemy.
Yet, at this moment, Ling Xiao merely frowned slightly and glanced at him with a calm expression.
"Steady your mind. Secure the sword first."
"Huh?" Ling Tian was momentarily stunned, especially by the tone in Ling Xiao's voice, which carried a hint of frustration, as if disappointed by his lack of resolve.
He... he's lecturing me?
He... he wants to help me obtain this ancient divine sword?
But what benefit does this hold for him?
The confusion in Ling Tian's heart grew denser. The thorn that Ling Xiao had planted in his heart long ago began to radiate intense pain.
He didn't want to. He absolutely did not want to accept any help from Ling Xiao.
Yet, inexplicably, he couldn't help but tighten his grip, striving to pull the ancient sword from the stone altar.
He didn't want to be looked down upon by anyone ever again, especially... by Ling Xiao!!
It was contradictory, tangled, like a bond of fate—life and death, resentment and enmity.
But...
As long as I acquire this ancient sword, I will cut you down with it right here at the peak of the Immortal Path!
That way, all grievances will be settled!
Meanwhile, Ling Xiao watched coldly as the young man's expression shifted incessantly, a trace of amusement curling his lips.
In just a few days, Ling Tian's Dao Principle had already reached the Manifestation stage.
And the Luck Points on him had increased to 2500.
Not bad. He truly had some talent.
Far superior to the likes of that Lin Xi.
However, the grudge of seven years of endurance and the hatred of having his Dantian Sea dug out... that was indeed a seemingly irreconcilable enmity.
Resolving this knot in his heart completely probably wouldn't happen overnight.
Still, fortunately, he hadn't disappointed him.
My little brother should at least be one of the strongest under heaven, right?
I can't be one of those who blindly spoils their younger brother. If this one is hopeless, I'll just smack him dead and get another.
With power, aren't little brothers everywhere?
I have a secret, I have a secret. Everyone present here is my little brother!
"Rise!!" Ling Xiao shouted coldly. The Dao Principle around him manifested, causing ripples to spread across the entire sky, like an angry tide crashing to the earth, converging into Ling Xiao's single hand.
BUZZ!
The entire Immortal Path began to tremble inexplicably.
Ten thousand swords quivered, as if paying homage to their sovereign.
Under the astonished gazes of countless Holy Land elders and disciples, the Ancient God-Slaying Sword in Ling Tian's hand finally erupted with boundless divine radiance.
On the sword's body, which had originally resembled gray stone, mysterious Dao patterns flickered intermittently. The might of the Great Dao pressed down upon the heavens and earth for ten thousand miles.
Even the ancient swords in the hands of the Holy Land elders now seemed barely restrained, as if wanting to break free and shoot into the sky.
"He... pulled it out!!"
"Look!!He pulled it out!!"
The sword intent spanning ten thousand miles poured forth unrestrained the moment Ling Tian drew the sword.
The entire Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Mountain was suddenly swept by a thousand-zhang crimson wind.
Even the Holy Master of Ten Thousand Swords couldn't help but release a wisp of his Divine Emperor pressure to block the ocean-like sword intent above the main hall.
But now, beside the Sword Path, ancient trees were sent flying, sand and stones filled the sky, painting a scene akin to the end of the world.
"What terrifying sword intent..."
"As expected of the Ancient God-Slaying Sword."
"This ferocious power is probably comparable to a Heaven-Reaching Treasure."
Disciples began to look fearful, subtly distancing themselves even further from Yu Yuntian.
Now that Ling Tian had drawn the God-Slaying Sword, his status within the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land would inevitably soar.
Forget a mere Sect Leader's True Disciple; probably even the elders wouldn't dare cause him the slightest trouble anymore.
How laughable that Senior Brother Yu still dared to wear such a ferocious expression.
Wasn't he afraid Ling Tian would cut him down with one stroke later?
However...
What slightly puzzled the crowd was this: weren't the brothers Ling Xiao and Ling Tian supposed to be at odds?
So why now...
Looking at the two figures standing hand-in-hand, pointing the sword towards the sky, everyone felt something was a bit off.
Hiss...
Could it be that these two brothers were using rumors to conceal the truth?
Especially Ye Xun'er; her beautiful eyes now shone with bewilderment.
Junior Brother Ling Tian's older brother... is really quite handsome.
No wonder even the Divine Maiden of the Dao Palace, Nian Qingyun, was willingly played by him.
"Wow... Young Master Ling Xiao is so handsome!!"
"Yes!Young Master Ling Xiao is exactly as I imagined!"
"Handsome and dashing,graceful and elegant, peerless immortal demeanor, and most importantly... I heard the Young Master is a little bit mischievous."
Giggle, if I could marry Young Master Ling Xiao... no, no, just being glanced at by Young Master Ling Xiao would be worth dying for.
"What a shame though...the Young Master seems to..."
"Handsome men truly belong to other handsome men."
Countless talented young women of the Holy Land covered their mouths with light laughs, their faces blushing like rosy clouds, their eyes gazing towards the two young masters at the peak with deep infatuation.
"Looking at it this way, Young Master Ling Tian is also somewhat handsome."
"Yes,why didn't I notice before..."
Nonsense. A good-for-nothing, no matter how handsome, how could he attract the attention of these proud young women?
If not for the talent Ling Tian displayed today,they would probably still be blind to him.
"Hmph." Hearing this, Ye Xun'er immediately snorted coldly. A chilling aura spread from her, instantly causing many female disciples to stiffen and look elsewhere in panic.
"Damn it!! A good-for-nothing, just lucky enough to reach the peak of the Immortal Path, relying on others to get the God-Slaying Sword. What is there to boast about?!" Yu Yuntian roared inwardly.
Thus, if the villain weren't intellectually diminished, why would they rush into the flame like a moth, giving the Son of Fate a chance to step on them?
By now, everyone in the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land could see that Ling Tian's name was destined to resound throughout the Eastern Territories.
Only Yu Yuntian was still secretly scheming about how to make things difficult for this junior brother later.
"Ling Xiao!!" At the peak of the Immortal Path, Ling Tian suddenly shook off Ling Xiao's hand. The sword intent on the ancient sword in his hand shot towards the heavens, carrying a momentum that seemed capable of annihilating eternity.
Today, with all eyes upon him and conditions perfect, it was the moment to wash away his shame and prove his name.
He wanted to personally cut down this "good brother," who had dug out his Dantian Sea and humiliated him for seven years, right in front of all the powerful experts and disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land!
Dao Principle Manifested, an ancient immortal sword!
At this moment,Ling Tian truly felt... he could do it!
Watching the battle-hungry youth before him, a smile finally bloomed on Ling Xiao's face.
"Heh heh, a few days without a beating, and you're ready to tear the roof off? Indeed, annoying little brothers everywhere are the same. They need a good thrashing."
"Ling Xiao, the hatred between us is irreconcilable. So... stop putting on that hypocritical act. Come, let us have a fair fight today. The loser shall offer his life to appease this sword!" Ling Tian took a deep breath, gently raised the ancient sword in his hand, and instantly summoned ten thousand strands of sword principles, slashing down fiercely towards Ling Xiao!
"That's more like it. What's the use of enduring silently? To earn respect, one must draw their sword and cut down all enemies." Ling Xiao sneered, lightning flickering on his hands as he made a grasping motion in the air.
Whoosh! A cyan ancient sword beneath the bluestone altar instantly let out a light cry, flying of its own accord into Ling Xiao's hand.
In that moment, heaven and earth darkened.
The previously raging sword intent and harsh winds seemed to suddenly... freeze in place.