Three strikes, three great Golden Core cultivators fell, dying less than ants! Ye Qinghou was pierced through the chest by a single sword, half-kneeling there, blood flowing incessantly. His face was deathly pale, one hand covering the wound, the other supporting the ground. His eyes were filled with endless terror as he looked at the blood mist that Gu Xiao had become, then at the corpses of Leng Tai from the Golden Feather Sect and Lee Hongwen from White Cloud Palace lying on the ground, his legs trembling and his entire body going limp. At this moment, he felt as though a sword of death was hanging above his head, poised to take his life at any moment. Yan Xingping, who bore the deepest grudge against Lin Tian and wished nothing more than to kill him, was previously unable to even touch Lin Tian with his attacks. Now, he stood there, frightened out of his wits. His face was as pale as paper, and he stared blankly at Lin Tian, his legs quaking. Even a dignified Golden Core cultivator was terrified to such an extent. But, after all, with three Golden Core cultivators dead in the blink of an eye, it was hard not to be fearful! Lin Tian stood with his hands behind his back, sweeping his gaze over the corpses on the ground, his eyes as calm as still water, looking composed. It seemed that the ones who had died were not three Golden Core cultivators, but three insects that could be crushed at will! Around them, everyone else fell silent. The murderous aura seemed to linger, the air seemed to have frozen, and many people dared not even breathe loudly. The only sound at this time was the blood still gushing on the ground, with a crisp and clear sound. Yet, this sound fell into everyone’s ears like a heavy hammer blow, making their entire bodies tremble, as if their very souls were shaking. Ye Lan, standing not far away with Yun Qingwan, was filled with shock, horror, disbelief, and other complex emotions on her face. "Master, Second Master he... he’s a Golden Core cultivator? Isn’t he a Guiding Master... he even has a Flying Sword..." Yun Qingwan, with wide beautiful eyes, blankly stared at Lin Tian standing as tall and straight as a sword, softly murmuring to Ye Lan. She thought Lin Tian was merely a pure Guiding Master, never imagining he was an esteemed Golden Core Great Cultivator she had only heard of in legends! "Yes... a Golden Core cultivator!" Ye Lan swallowed, her facial expression constantly changing, speaking with disbelief: "And, he’s only a few years older than you now! What extraordinary talent this is! What is a genius? This is it! Our so-called ten new talents of the East Continent, in comparison now, appear somewhat ridiculous..." These words caused many people in the surrounding stands to tremble violently. Their gaze at Lin Tian changed once more. Even those like Gao Chengpeng, Yan Shi, Jia Fucheng, who previously mocked Lin Tian, had long collapsed to the ground in fear, trembling all over. This young man before them was not some junior disciple nor someone difficult to match, but a true Golden Core Ancestor! At this moment, if a sword were to sweep across, they would have no chance, no one could stop it, only a dead end awaited them. Even people like Ye Qianli, Xiao Changkong, Qin Feng, lowered their heads, not daring to look at Lin Tian, much less move. As if afraid that Lin Tian would notice them. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by NoveI~Fire.net "Master... he’s... stronger than when he killed Hong Qi in the Southwest!" Xiao Changkong, standing on the main platform, backed away a few steps in fear, then softly said behind Pang Jinglong: "This person is younger than us and yet possesses such terrifying power. Even the demons of the Central Continent might have to submit!" Pang Jinglong exhaled deeply, nodding with a sigh, his face full of lingering fear, sighing: "It’s a good thing, Changkong, you reminded us earlier. Otherwise... even Master’s sword couldn’t withstand it! And though Yan Xingping is luckily not dead, how will he face this? It’s truly unknown how Shen Guyan of Dark Ocean Peak and his daughter provoked such a figure!" Other people dared not make a sound. "Who... who are you really?" Finally, Ye Qinghou spoke, trembling as he did. Lin Tian paused, glancing at Ye Qinghou, then fixed his gaze on Yan Xingping, "Now, do you wish to continue? Dark Ocean Peak... You must be the Sect Master of Dark Ocean Peak, Yan Xingping? If you’re not convinced, you can make your move!" Upon hearing this, everyone widened their eyes in shock. "Oh my god... he... he’s Lin Bei!" "The Lin Bei Supreme who famously shook the Southern Continent!" "Ah... that Lin Bei, my god, it’s him!" "Such a terrifying genius appeared here in the East Continent, even participated in the Martial Arts Conference!" Around the arena, everyone was in an uproar. The present Ye Qianli and other talents fixed their eyes on Lin Tian, first with shock, then they lowered their heads in dismay. They truly held no intent of competing with the figure before them. "Lin... Lin Bei Supreme..." Ye Qinghou and other high-ranking members of Sword Saint Mountain were horrified, jumping in fright. Everyone fell into silence. At this moment, standing in the distance, Ren Woxiao shook his head with a sigh, then walked forward with a wry smile. "Daoist Lin, this... I didn’t expect us to meet again under such circumstances! Your prestige has grown even more!" Ren Woxiao approached, clasping his fist courteously towards Lin Tian, shaking his head as he said: "It’s also partly because Fellow Daoist Gu is too impulsive, coupled with Long Ditian, who himself is an arrogant character..." "Yes, Daoist Ren, I really didn’t expect to meet here again. As for them... I have my own principles. As long as they don’t provoke me, I can’t be bothered with these clowns!" Lin Tian nodded at Ren Woxiao, smiling slightly, "However. Daoist Ren, are you here to demand an explanation from me?" "Daoist Lin, you misunderstand! I only had a fleeting encounter with Gu Xiao. This time I just wanted to accompany him to the East Sea!" Ren Woxiao gently shook his head, replying: "I had already warned him, but he went ahead anyway, harming only himself. It’s his own fault! How could I possibly seek an explanation?" Hearing this, Lin Tian’s expression relaxed slightly, nodding, "However, Daoist Ren, is your injury getting better? It seems you’ll be back to the Nascent Soul Stage soon! And your wife, is she well?" "Thank you for your concern, Daoist Lin! My cultivation can recover, thanks to your assistance!" Ren Woxiao then stood straight, giving a solemn bow to Lin Tian, earnestly stating: "My wife has recovered, and I once again express my gratitude for your lifesaving help! If you need anything, Daoist Lin, I am at your service! And when I have the chance, I’ll be sure to visit with my wife to thank you! But in the future, how can I find you?" "To find me... hmm..." Lin Tian furrowed his brows slightly before saying: "You can go to the Yanjing College of Traditional Chinese Medicine!" Around the arena, everyone watched as Lin Tian and Ren Woxiao conversed easily, with an air of gratitude in Ren Woxiao’s words, making them even more astonished, their scalps tingling. Ye Qinghou and others gulped heavily. Ren Woxiao, a renowned Nascent Soul Stage elite from the Central Continent! Yet he interacted with Lin Tian as an equal, conversed with him as an equal! Is he a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator? This thought arose in everyone’s minds, instantly terrifying them even more. "Master, this is true talent, true elegance, unrivaled brilliance! To be able to converse as equals with an elder like Elder Ren of the Nascent Soul Stage, discussing and laughing with swords..." Not far away, Yun Qingwan, standing beside Ye Lan, her beautiful eyes gleaming with brilliance, stared at Lin Tian, softly murmuring.