Was this a hallucination?
As if responding to the doubts in the middle-aged man's heart, under his bewildered gaze, Lin Yun's fingers loosened.
The bare blade slipped from Lin Yun's hand and fell horizontally to the ground.
Clang!
The crisp sound of a piece of metal hitting the ground clearly reached the middle-aged man's ears.
This silver bell-like sound reminded the middle-aged man that what he saw wasn't an illusion, but something that really happened!
At that moment, the middle-aged man looked at Lin Yun as if he wasn't looking at a person, but a monster.
Under the middle-aged man's horrified gaze, Lin Yun's figure suddenly flashed, instantly disappearing from where he stood.
Almost at the same time.
Lin Yun appeared behind the middle-aged man as if he'd teleported.
Crack!
The middle-aged man didn't even notice when Lin Yun made his move, or when he'd appeared behind him, and was beheaded by Lin Yun just like that.
Seeing the middle-aged man's head fall to the ground, Yun Ruoxi felt a sense of loss in her heart.
She'd originally thought that after cultivating the sword technique that Lin Yun had taught her, her strength would greatly increase, and she'd also slightly shorten the gap between her and Lin Yun.
But what disappointed her was that the gap between her and Lin Yun was still so big.
An enemy that she couldn't defeat even after using all her strength, Lin Yun only needed one move to easily kill him.
This was the gap between the two of them, a gap that could never be made up for.
After the battle just now, Yun Ruoxi finally understood that she and Lin Yun weren't people on the same level at all.
Seeing the middle-aged man killed by Lin Yun, the soldiers of the patrol army that were huddled up in the corner all had faces full of excitement, as if they'd seen hope.
The soldiers had already experienced how terrifying the middle-aged man's strength was.
Hundreds of soldiers had attacked together, but they were still unable to defeat this middle-aged man. However, this youth had defeated him effortlessly in an instant.
Perhaps this youth really had the ability to rescue them.
"You … what kind of monster are you?" The one-eyed man was so frightened that he staggered and almost fell.
He finally understood why the youth did not react when he placed the blade on his neck in the forest.
It turned out that this young man had been acting all along. He was actually a top-notch expert!
The only enemy present who wasn't afraid of Lin Yun was the man with the disheveled hair soaking in the blood pool. He looked at Lin Yun with admiration. "Brat, your talent and strength aren't bad. It would be a pity if you died like this."
"My Ming Cult is currently in need of manpower. If you choose to join my Ming Cult and become my disciple, I will spare your life and even teach you the core legacy of my cult!"
Hearing the disheveled man's words, the few remaining strong men revealed expressions of disbelief.
The person in front of him was the dignified leader of Ming Cult!
This kind of elusive big shot actually wanted to take a youth as a disciple in public. This was simply too shocking!
Even their chief was not qualified to become this big shot's disciple. He could only work for this big shot and curry favor with him in exchange for some superficial knowledge of the demonic cultivator's legacy.
As for these bandits, they didn't even have the chance to come into contact with the demonic cultivator's legacy.
But this young man in front of him had actually caught the eye of this great figure, and he had extended an olive branch to this young man in front of everyone. What kind of rare opportunity was this?
Their chief had only learned some superficial knowledge of the demonic cultivator's legacy and already possessed such great power.
And if this youth learned the core demonic cultivator's legacy, how powerful would he be?
For a moment, the few strong men looked at Lin Yun in unison. Their eyes were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred. They simply wanted to swap positions with Lin Yun.
But what happened next was completely beyond their expectations.
"Among the living beings of the Three Realms, there is no existence that dares to take me as a disciple!" Lin Yun said expressionlessly. He held his sword and stepped toward the man with the disheveled hair.
Lin Yun's domineering words deeply shocked everyone. They even suspected that they were hallucinating.
Join the legendary Ming Cult, become a disciple of the Ming Cult's leader, and learn the core demonic cultivator's legacy.
This was an opportunity that many martial artists yearned for in their dreams.
How many martial artists would have such an opportunity?
And how many martial artists would go crazy for it?
However, this youth in front of them actually rejected it.
And he used such an arrogant, domineering, and disdainful tone to refuse!
Among the living beings of the Three Realms, there was no existence that dared to take him as a disciple?
How arrogant did he have to be to say such disdainful words?
Hearing Lin Yun's words, the man with the disheveled hair looked gloomy. Veins kept popping on his forehead. "Since you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, then don't blame me. Go to hell!"
Go to hell for me!
His voice was not loud, but it carried a powerful mental wave that suddenly spread out in all directions.
Everyone present, whether it was Lin Yun, Yun Ruoxi, the few strong men, or the patrolling soldiers, suffered a powerful mental wave the moment they heard the man with the disheveled hair's voice. They were frozen on the spot and could not move.
At that moment, everyone felt the scene before their eyes change. They appeared on a battlefield that was burning with flames of war.
The ground was covered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The man with the disheveled hair was holding the Sky Splitter Axe and fighting a bloody battle with thousands of soldiers.
At that moment, he was not naked. Instead, he wore a white robe with a religious style. There was a sun pattern on the chest of the robe and a moon pattern on the back. This was the uniform of the Ming Cult.
This was clearly the experience of the man with the disheveled hair. He used his mental power to transmit the memories in his mind in the form of an illusion to everyone.
The man with the disheveled hair plunged into the sea of people like a razor and reaped the lives of the soldiers in a frenzy. Wherever he passed, all the soldiers died without a complete corpse. Fresh blood plated the ground with a layer of bright red, as if a bright red coat had been draped over it.
He channeled his vitality, which was close to the level of King Wu, into the Sky Splitter Axe in his hand and swept it forward.
A crescent-shaped sword Qi shot out in all directions in the shape of a fan. It extended all the way to the end of one's vision and cut everyone in half at the waist.
Seeing this shocking scene, the few strong men and the patrolling soldiers were deeply shocked.
They had never seen such terrifying power before!
They had not even thought that there would be someone in the world who possessed such terrifying power!
However, this was only the beginning.
Following that, the scenes of various battles kept changing.
The man with the disheveled hair appeared on many battlefields and continuously displayed his terrifying power to everyone.
The scenes of slaughter and the shocking images appeared vividly in front of everyone's eyes.
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