allendalepharm Chapter 166 Slaying Your Killing Intent!
Chapter 166 Slaying Your Killing Intent!
Lin Tian's seemingly arrogant words were actually like a clear mirror, reflecting the true weight of Hei Bai Xuan Jian in his eyes: not evenly matched, but worlds apart.
"presumptuous!"
Hei Bai Xuan Jian suddenly sprang up, his figure transforming into a streak of dark lightning that tore through the air, so fast that even his afterimage didn't have time to solidify.
The black sword pierced the air, its chilling aura and murderous intent crashing down like a tidal wave. It unleashed a triple strike in quick succession, each move aimed at sealing the throat and severing meridians. The sword intent was so powerful and unrestrained that the surrounding guests gasped for breath, their fingertips turning cold as if icy needles were creeping up their spines.
His sword strike, seemingly straightforward, actually concealed countless variations, with each wisp of sword light precisely targeting Lin Tian's vital points.
A hint of joy flashed across Han Wang'an's face—could it be that the person invited by the Blood-Clad Marquis could really diminish the arrogance of Ying Zheng's teacher? He quickly suppressed this slight delight, glanced at Ying Zheng without showing any emotion, and smiled as he smoothed things over: "That's enough. The Blood-Clad Marquis's men know their limits."
Ying Zheng laughed loudly: "King Han is overthinking it. You never show mercy, and I never worry about you either."
Are you crazy?!
Could it be that the ruler of Qin has also contracted a mental illness?
Han Wang An became increasingly confused, his gaze fixed on Ying Zheng's relaxed and composed figure, his brows furrowed in bewilderment—could it be that this young Legalist was truly Ying Zheng's revered mentor?
He tentatively forced a smile: "In case you are accidentally injured, sir... please don't blame Han Di, Qin Jun."
Ying Zheng laughed loudly three times: "Hahaha! King Han, rest assured, if anything happens to you, I will not be angry at all, but will thank you for testing out just how deep he is!"
King Han felt reassured and thought to himself: This King of Qin is not magnanimous at all; he is clearly confident and even more afraid that he might misjudge the situation and get himself into trouble.
South Korea is weak, and Xinzheng is surrounded by enemies on all sides, walking on thin ice, and must carefully consider every step.
Just when the vast majority of people in the room thought that Lin Tian was about to fail at this banquet—
Lin Tian made a move.
The longsword was drawn silently, and Yuanhong was held in his right hand. The sword was swung around without any fancy moves or imposing manner.
Yet this single sword strike, seemingly ordinary, possessed an inherent sharpness; the Formless Sword Bone had reached its pinnacle, capable of transforming even rotten wood and stone into divine weapons. In an instant, the Abyss Rainbow Sword Shadow danced like a dragon, seemingly conjuring up countless sword lights!
All of Hei Bai Xuan Jian's killing moves were completely dismantled by the afterimages of the sword energy.
The next instant, Lin Tian's figure vanished, and when he reappeared, he was standing three feet behind Hei Bai Xuan Jian.
With a light tap of his finger, the sword tip came to rest steadily on the side of the opponent's neck as if parting a thick fog—the edge of the Yuanhong sword was pressed against the throbbing blood vessels.
"Kneel, or not kneel?" Lin Tian's voice was not loud, but every word was like a bell, echoing throughout the entire court.
There was a deathly silence all around.
Even the wind has stopped.
The chirping of cicadas and birds outside the window only served to amplify the eeriness of the silence.
How is that possible?!
All the officials of Han, Han Yu, and even King An of Han stood up in unison, frozen in place, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
too fast!
So fast that even a thought can't keep up.
What's even more astonishing is that Lin Tian's sword strike was neither dazzling nor domineering, yet wherever the sword's edge pointed, it burst forth with brilliance and boundless splendor.
What kind of sword is this?
What level of skill is this?
King Han An's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, his whole body trembled slightly, and his heart was churning with turmoil.
How could a Legalist youth sent by the Qin state, a young man whom Ying Zheng himself addressed as "Master," be so terrifying?!
Could it be... that the Qin state truly intends to unify the six kingdoms and crush all other states?!
"You think that's all?!"
Before Hei Bai Xuan Jian could finish speaking, a flash of silver light appeared in his sleeve, and a cold needle, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, shot straight at King Han An's throat!
The incident happened so suddenly that no one expected this underhanded move, and there wasn't even time to shout "protect the king!"
Han Fei instinctively lunged to block, but Lin Tian stopped him with a low shout: "Leave it to me."
Before the words were even finished, another figure moved three steps to the side like a phantom, standing steadily in front of King Han An.
With two fingers, he held the piercingly cold silver needle firmly between his fingertips, without tilting it too far.
The "telepathic connection" technique was already Lin Tian's ultimate skill—no hidden weapon, blade, or arrow in the world could possibly get past his fingertips even half an inch and harm the person he wanted to protect, not even himself.
The King of Han collapsed to the ground with a thud, his body completely exhausted, his knees weak and trembling, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Ying Zheng glanced at them coldly, his eyes full of mockery.
He sighed inwardly, "Even if Han wasn't the top power back then, it was still one of the mighty states, even stronger than Qin in its time; yet now, King An of Han is so cowardly!"
The courtiers then came to their senses, cried out in alarm, and were thrown into chaos:
"Assassins! Protect the Emperor!"
"Protect the King of Han!"
"Archers! Shieldbearers! Come quickly!"
In the blink of an eye, dozens of armored squads, armed with spears and shields, rushed into the hall, their blades flashing menacingly, completely surrounding King Han and his officials.
Blood-Clad Marquis suddenly raised his hand, pointing directly at Black and White Xuanjian, and shouted sharply, "It's him! The assassin who tried to kill King Han, seize him!"
"Wait!" Before the words were even finished, Lin Tian had already lightly twirled a silver needle between his fingers, which melted into a wisp of silver in an instant. At the same time, he shouted to stop them. Strangely enough, all the Han ministers in the hall fell silent and stood still, as if his command was more effective than the edict of the King of Han.
Han Fei stepped forward, glanced sideways at his father who was slumped behind him, and saw that Zhang Liang had already led a large army to seal off the palace gates. He felt much more at ease.
He solemnly clasped his hands and bowed deeply: "Brother Lin, I am deeply grateful for your life-saving grace!"
Han Yu stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and clasped his hands in a deep bow, saying, "Thank you for your help, young hero!"
Lin Tian merely smiled calmly, his gaze sharp as a blade, piercing straight at Xuan Jian. He turned to Han Fei and asked, "Do I need to point out this person's background to you?"
Han Fei stared at Xuan Jian, his voice as cold as iron: "Black and White Xuan Jian! The number one villain in the martial world, he has traveled through the seven kingdoms and committed countless bloody crimes."
Lin Tian nodded slightly—this sentence was concise, to the point, and perfectly timed.
Ying Zheng slowly approached and stood beside Lin Tian, asking in a deep voice, "Sir, what should we do with this person?"
At this moment, King Han An was already pale and utterly disoriented. Even the concubine Hu, who was supporting him, was more composed than him.
Upon hearing this, Lin Tian chuckled lightly: "I didn't expect that the one he really wanted to kill was the King of Han... However—to act so arrogantly under my nose, he really has a death wish."
Before the words were even finished, a figure flashed and had already appeared in front of Xuan Jian!
Just as Xuan Jian was about to draw his sword, his limbs suddenly stiffened, as if he were trapped in mud and could not move.
Lin Tian pointed his right hand into the shape of a sword and swiftly struck three inches in front of Xuan Jian's chest—an invisible sword aura burst forth, passing through Xuan Jian's body without a sound or trace.
"This finger strike will sever your murderous intent!"
The sword energy, reaching a transcendent level, had sealed off his meridians like chains.
"What should we do?" As soon as Ying Zheng asked, Lin Tian had already made up his mind.
"What...did you do?" Xuan Jian was horrified. His inner strength was frozen, and he couldn't even lift his wrist. All the color drained from his face.
This was the first time in his life he had ever been so flustered and at a loss—even when his wife and children died tragically before his eyes, he felt heartbroken and enraged, but he had never been so flustered and at a loss.
From the very first exchange, facing this young man named Lin Tian, a chill ran down his spine, and his heart felt as if a heavy iron weight was pressing down on it.