Chapter 46: Easily Defeating Zhao Tai (Please add to favorites)

The Berserker Hammer was indeed quite slow, failing to even graze the hem of Lin Xuan's robes.

Watching this scene, the members of the Lin family cheered and shouted, their morale surging.

Zhao Tai panted slightly, his flushed face and bulging neck looking somewhat ridiculous, devoid of any master's poise.

"Lone Wolf, appear!"

With a loud roar from Zhao Tai, a grey-furred wolf appeared behind him. It was two zhang long and nearly a zhang high, looking incredibly ferocious!

"Ho! So that is Patriarch Zhao's Lone Wolf Soul. They say it's a Grade Four Soul, which is quite impressive."

"Indeed, indeed. I heard Patriarch Zhao purchased this Lone Wolf Soul in the Eastern Province for thirty-eight million essence stones!"

"Hiss—thirty-eight million essence stones? That's expensive! If that's only a Grade Four Soul, then the even more powerful ones must be astronomical!"

"Heh, naturally. The scholars are poor while the martial artists are rich. The reason rogue cultivators are weak is precisely because they lack resources and essence stones."

"The aura of this Lone Wolf is truly terrifying. It looks like Patriarch Lin might be in some danger."

"..."

Lin Xuan looked at the Lone Wolf behind Zhao Tai, his expression unchanged. In his eyes, this Lone Wolf Soul was nothing more than a stray dog!

The crowd turned to look at Lin Xuan, but Lin Xuan did not summon his own Soul!

What did this mean?

"Why do you not summon your Soul?"

Zhao Tai narrowed his eyes slightly, his aura aggressive.

"Heh, for someone like you, a Soul is unnecessary."

The corners of Lin Xuan's lips curled up. He reached out his hand and lightly flicked his index finger.

"Hiss..."

Arrogant!

Truly too arrogant!

Not only did the members of the various great families find Lin Xuan arrogant, but even the Lin family members felt their patriarch was being too boastful—yet they loved it!

"Argh! You brat, how dare you insult me! Die!"

Zhao Tai was consumed by rage. To be looked down upon like this, he was determined to make Lin Xuan witness his true strength today!

"Gale Claw!"

Zhao Tai let out a roar, his feet moving like the wind as he charged straight at Lin Xuan.

Ten wolf claws actually grew out from Zhao Tai's finger bones, each one incredibly sharp.

As the wolf claws lunged toward Lin Xuan, he used the Drifting Dragon Step to dodge the first strike, then continuously evaded seven or eight more of Zhao Tai's claws. This exchange took place within a single breath.

"Can you do nothing but dodge!?"

Zhao Tai's momentum rose, and his speed actually increased significantly. One claw caught the fabric of Lin Xuan's robe, instantly leaving a claw mark.

"Patriarch!"

The Lin family members shouted in alarm.

Lin Xuan glanced at the claw mark on his sleeve but paid it no mind.

"If you wish to lose, then I shall fulfill your wish and open your eyes to the truth!!"

As soon as Lin Xuan finished speaking, his body shot forward like a cannonball, covering dozens of meters in the blink of an eye!

"Earth Fiend Palm!"

He struck out with a palm, the power of which was staggering, not at all inferior to the Gale Claw Zhao Tai had just used.

"Boom!"

Zhao Tai mobilized his entire essence to meet Lin Xuan's palm, but he was actually slightly outmatched, forced back seven or eight steps.

"Storm Finger!"

Lin Xuan pivoted in mid-air and pointed a finger. Storm Finger—a martial technique from the Jixia Academy—was extremely powerful and suited for one-on-one combat.

"Wolf Shield!" Zhao Tai cried out in alarm. His Lone Wolf Soul immediately manifested to protect his body.

"Bang!"

The Storm Finger was indeed powerful; it actually struck the Lone Wolf so hard that the soul began to appear translucent.

"Pfft!" Zhao Tai spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Soul and the martial artist complement each other; if the Soul is damaged, the martial artist will also suffer certain injuries.

It was said that if a Soul were destroyed on the spot, the martial artist would be critically wounded!

And if a Soul were annihilated by brute force, the martial artist would, at best, be crippled, and at worst, die!

Zhao Tai's eyes turned fierce. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a murderous glint appearing in his gaze.

"Good, truly good! Patriarch Lin, take one more move from this Patriarch!"

The Lone Wolf behind Zhao Tai began to grow wildly, instantly increasing in size by a full circle.

"Heh, it seems Patriarch Zhao is about to reveal his trump card," Cui Yongzhou said with a chuckle, watching Zhao Tai's surging aura.

"Yes, Zhao Tai's momentum is nearly double what it was before," Bai Lao said, eyes lowered.

As for Shangguan Jian, he gave a disdainful smile. He had an intuition that even if Zhao Tai used his trump card, he would only end up in a pathetic state.

Gong Ling's eyes remained calm as she watched silently.

Hou Mingyu, on the other hand, seemed quite interested. This Patriarch Lin could kill a Form-Transcending Realm expert while only at the peak of the Great Yuan Pill Realm; how strong was he now that he had reached the Form-Transcending Realm? And what kind of Soul did he possess?

As for Ba Li, his gaze was cold, his thoughts unknown.

"This move is a Spirit-grade martial technique! Lin Xuan, can you withstand it!?"

"Seven Kills of the Rising Sun!"

Lin Xuan's eyes shimmered. A Spirit-grade technique—no wonder it had such power.

But... so what if it was a Spirit-grade technique?

Lin Xuan had mastered Spirit-grade techniques back when he was in the Opening Essence Realm!

Lin Xuan drew the Sky Shadow Sword from his storage bag, and a flurry of sword light surged forward.

Lin Xuan gave a soft, cold shout.

"Four Seasons Sword Technique: Springtime Abundance!"

"Summer Heat!"

"Autumn Wind Desolation!"

"Winter Frost and Snow!"

This Four Seasons Sword Technique had become Lin Xuan's most frequently used technique. He found it incredibly effective. Although he had obtained it from Yang Chen, the Four Seasons Sword Technique as wielded by Lin Xuan far surpassed the power of his original owner!

Since Lin Xuan dared to use it, he was naturally not afraid of Yang Chen.

In the face of absolute strength, there was no need to hide anything.

"The Four Seasons Sword Technique is unleashed! The Four Seasons of Heaven actually manifest simultaneously upon the Huaqing Battle Stage!"

The spring breeze, the summer heat, the autumn chill, and the winter frost—all were present!

The sword light flew past, and the four strikes slammed into Zhao Tai's glowing Lone Wolf.

With a loud "Boom!", the battle stage was engulfed in swirling mist and rising dust!

No one dared to blink, staring intently at the stage, fearing they might miss a single moment of the spectacle.

As Cui Yongzhou watched the sword technique, his expression gradually darkened. As expected, Lin Xuan indeed killed Cui Yongdi!

Lin Xuan, the Lin family—I will surely grind your entire clan to dust!

As the mist cleared, Lin Xuan stood there, his robes fluttering in the wind, looking as ethereal as a celestial being descended from the heavens.

As for Zhao Tai, standing before Lin Xuan, he coughed up another mouthful of blood. His aura was withered, and the Soul behind him had vanished.

"Patriarch!"

The Zhao family members were struck with horror, their faces turning ashen. Their patriarch had actually lost!

"The Patriarch won!"

Unlike the Zhao family, the Lin family members cheered wildly, filled with excitement.

"Lord Xia, it seems our Lin family has won, has it not?"

Lin Xuan bypassed Cui Yongzhou and looked at Xia Yi with a slight smile.

Xia Yi also emerged from her shock, her gaze toward Lin Xuan carrying a hint of admiration.

"Heh, naturally. Since Patriarch Zhao has lost, the position of the Zhao family naturally belongs to your Lin family."

As soon as Xia Yi spoke, the Zhao family members looked even more deathly, while Ba Li, Cui Yongzhou, and the others looked displeased.

Hou Mingyu became even more curious. Who exactly was this Patriarch Lin?

To possess such combat power at his age!

(End of Chapter)