At the peak of the Green Dragon Mountain, Ling Xian slammed forward with the power of a grandmaster.
This made the three middle-aged men's expressions change. There was shock and fear.
The former didn't think the young man before them was a grandmaster. The latter was because a grandmaster was far too powerful.
Even if they were half a step away from being a grandmaster, they wouldn't be able to win against him.
Therefore, after one round of rebuttal, the three of them began to puke blood and a few of their bones were broken.
"Now, do you still want me to ask for the key to the treasure trove?" Lin Yingmei smiled playfully, her limpid eyes flickering with surprise.
Even though she already knew Ling Xian was a grandmaster, personally witnessing him defeat three top leveled cultivators still shocked her.
"I don't want it anymore. I don't want it anymore." The leader was shaking from head to toe in fear.
The other two men reacted the same way.
There was no way they wouldn't be afraid. Before a grandmaster, they didn't even have the right to run away.
"It's not that I don't want it, it's that I don't dare to think about it."
Looking at the three terrified people, Lin Yingmei exclaimed. If she had the capabilities of a grandmaster, she wouldn't need to use her connections today.
"I have eyes but failed to recognize Mt. Tai. Please have mercy and spare my life," the leader begged. He was just short of kneeling down to Ling Xian.
"Get the f * ck out of here. Remember to spread the news that a grandmaster is her guard."
Ling Xian spoke softly. The reason why he did this was to save a lot of trouble.
At the very least, it could shock everyone below the level of a grandmaster.
"Do not worry, I will spread the news." The leader was ecstatic. He dashed down the mountain, afraid that Ling Xian would change his mind.
"The next time I meet someone who wants the key, it will be a grandmaster."
Lin Yingmei sighed, "Luckily I have you. Or else I would be a dead man."
"Do not worry, I will do my best to protect you."
Ling Xian grinned, "Let's go. Let's leave this place first."
Then, he marched down the mountain. Lin Yingmei followed closely behind.
After some time, the two of them arrived at the foot of the mountain and saw a dragon head knife.
Seeing this knife, Ling Xian's expression turned serious. He was no stranger to this knife. Or in other words, anyone who has seen this knife will remember it.
Because it was the Overlord's blade.
"The blade is here, why hide?" Ling Xian's gaze was deep as he manipulated his Qi and waited.
"I didn't expect that when we meet again, you're already on the same level as me."
The Overlord descended from the sky like a Great Emperor. His aura swallowed the mountains and rivers as he looked down on the world.
He looked at Ling Xian with a complicated expression. There was admiration and shock.
"The Tyrant is flattering me. I am not as good as you." Ling Xian grinned. The Tyrant was a grandmaster. In the entire world, only the God of Swords could compete with him.
Moreover, he had just entered the Guru Realm, so naturally, he was no match for the Tyrant.
"Just because I'm not as good as you now doesn't mean I'll be in the future."
The Tyrant sighed and said, "You were able to become a grandmaster in half a month. I can imagine how bright your future will be. It won't be long before I'm inferior to you."
Hearing this, Ling Xian softly smiled and didn't say anything.
In another month, he would be able to cultivate the third diagram of the Creation Art. At that time, he would be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Overlord, or even surpass him.
"I finally understand why you rejected the God of Swords."
"You only used half a month to break through to the Guru Realm. Does the God of Swords have the right to take you as his apprentice?"
"In the entire world, in history, nobody has the right to take you as their apprentice!"
The Tyrant sighed and exclaimed.
"Let's get straight to the point. I wonder why the Tyrant is here?" Ling Xian wiped off his smile. He was no opponent of the Tyrant's. If the Tyrant wants the key, he will have to escape with Lin Yingmei.
"There is no need to be nervous."
"I am not here for the key, I am here to find my family."
The Tyrant softly smiled and shifted his gaze towards Lin Yingmei, "I am the descendant of the Xian King. You should call me uncle."
Hearing this, Lin Yingmei froze.
Ling Xian was a little startled as well. He didn't think the Tyrant was Lin Yingmei's uncle.
"I have been looking for you for a long time. I finally found you." The Tyrant softly sighed, "It's been so many years. You have suffered."
"You … you really are my uncle?" Lin Yingmei hesitated, finding it hard to believe that the Tyrant was her uncle.
"Why would I lie to you?"
The Tyrant warmly smiled and opened up his shirt, revealing a dragon head mark, "This is the mark of the Dayin royal family. It is carved upon one's birth. You should recognize it."
"That's right, this is the mark of the Dayin royal family!" Lin Yingmei was excited. In this world, she only had one family member, and that was her father.
Now, there was one more, and it was the Tyrant. Why wouldn't she be excited?
"Before my father passed away, he asked me to find your bloodline. Today, I have finally completed my father's request." The Tyrant smiled, "If he knows this in the afterlife, he will be able to rest in peace."
Then, he wiped off his smile and said in a low voice, "As long as I am here, I will not let you suffer anymore."
"I am not afraid of suffering. I just want to destroy Da Liang and restore Da Yin!" Lin Yingmei was determined.
"Good child, you didn't forget the purpose of our existence." The Tyrant was happy, "But this cannot be rushed. We have to think about it."
"Uncle, the opportunity is right before our eyes. Let's see if we can grasp it." Lin Yingmei's eyes were heated.
"You are talking about the treasure of Da Yin?"
The Tyrant sighed, "It's difficult. Though I am the second in the martial arts world and I have developed some forces, compared to all the forces in the world, I am nothing."
Hearing this, Lin Yingmei's eyes dimmed a little. She knew that she was just dreaming.
"I wonder if the Tyrant can stop the God of Swords?" Ling Xian asked.
"In a battle of life and death, I may not be his opponent. But stopping him is not a problem." The Tyrant frowned, "Why are you asking this?"
"If the Tyrant can stop the God of Swords, then we will have the chance to take the treasure for ourselves."
Ling Xian smiled. After a month, he will be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the God of Swords. When that happens, even if all the powerhouses from the five clans, seven Houses, and nine hidden factions attack him together, they won't be his opponent.
"Are you serious?" The Tyrant stared at Ling Xian.
"We will see in a month."
"The troublesome part isn't the five clans, seven Houses, and nine hidden factions, it's the Da Liang Dynasty."
"There has always been conflict between the court and the martial world. The treasure of Da Yin is the best trigger."
Ling Xian squinted, "No matter if the Da Liang Dynasty or the martial world compromises, it will be a good thing for us."
"I understand what you mean. Leave this to me."
The Tyrant's eyes brightened, "I will instigate the five clans, seven Houses, and nine hidden factions to form an alliance and negotiate with the Da Liang Dynasty."
"It would be best if the Da Liang Dynasty doesn't send out their armies. That way, we will only have to face people from the martial world." Ling Xian's eyes were deep. If only people from the martial world were from the martial world, then he and the Tyrant could take the treasure for themselves.
After all, there were only so many powerhouses in the martial world. Unlike the military, there were tens of thousands of them.
"Even so, the chances are slim."
The Tyrant stared at Ling Xian, "Unless you can match up to the God of Swords."
"I will try my best."
Ling Xian grinned, "Let's go to the Xiao Clan."
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