Chapter 584: Ten Million Jin of Force

A duel between the Young Masters of the two great families was an event of extraordinary significance. Though it was merely a spar, it could still serve as a rough indicator of each family’s standing.

However, the disparity in their cultivation was quite stark. Lin Xuan was only at the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Pill Stage, while Bu Qianfan had already reached the Ninth Layer!

A full four levels separated them—a truly immense gap. Yet, the crowd was still eager to watch. While Bu Qianfan was the likely victor, they wanted to see more of Lin Xuan’s abilities. Would he put on an even stronger performance this time?

This was the champion of the Empire’s grand tournament, after all. Many of the Elders hadn’t witnessed his skills; only Grand Elder Bu Feiyun had. Bu Lingyu and the others were among those who hadn’t, and they were keen to see for themselves.

After they both agreed, they moved to the Martial Arts Arena. However, only those at the Elder Level were permitted entry. The rest were barred, and disciples like Bu Fantian were certainly not allowed in.

The reason was simple: they couldn’t let anyone else learn Lin Xuan’s true identity. If he unleashed his full power, he would inevitably activate his Bloodline Power, which would then be witnessed by countless disciples.

If there was a spy among them, the consequences of the information leaking would be severe.

Now, they were ready, facing each other on the Martial Arts Arena. Lin Xuan held his new weapon, the Soul Slayer Rod, while Bu Qianfan’s weapon was already in his hand—the Golden Scale Jade Face Fan!

What appeared to be a decorative fan, used for cooling oneself, was in fact a top-tier Divine Artifact. Though it seemed like an ornament, he was actually prepared for battle at all times, ready to strike in an instant.

Lin Xuan had seen through this long ago. He could tell at a glance that the fan contained a soul, so he knew it was far from simple.

A Divine Artifact in the form of a fan was exceedingly rare. Its rarity was precisely what made it so difficult for opponents to defend against.

“The champion of the Empire’s tournament is sparring with Qianfan? I’m quite curious to see what this Lin Xuan is capable of, and just how high his level is…” Bu Lingyu narrowed his eyes. He hadn’t been present for the tournament, so he was unaware of what had transpired.

“He’s very strong.” Bu Feiyun, who had witnessed Lin Xuan’s power firsthand, spoke in a grave tone. “His cultivation is even greater now. Although the gap in their cultivation levels is significant, the power of the Lin Family bloodline gives him a fighting chance. Still, he’s a bit lacking compared to Qianfan. The opponents in the tournament were decent, but they were ultimately second-rate.”

“That’s right! The Young Master can’t lose. Taking care of this Lin Xuan will be over in a flash, won’t it?” Yan’Er chimed in from the side, leaving the others momentarily speechless.

As Bu Qianfan’s personal Attendant, one could say she was as good as his wife, so it was no problem for her to be present.

“Brother Lin, are you ready?” Bu Qianfan smiled.

“I’m ready. You may begin whenever you like.” Lin Xuan tightened his grip on the Soul Slayer Rod, a flicker of battle lust in his eyes.

“Then I’ll make the first move. Let’s keep it civil and stop before things go too far.”

The moment he finished speaking, Bu Qianfan shifted his feet lightly. He drifted forward like a gust of wind from his own fan—seemingly placid, yet carrying a hint of cool air.

But hidden within that coolness was an invisible killing intent!

“Fan Ruyun!”

He closed the distance to Lin Xuan in an instant. With a gentle, upward flick of his fan, he launched his attack. His motion wasn’t fast, but a gust of wind had already enveloped Lin Xuan, brushing past softly without disturbing a single thing.

As he flicked the fan sharply, it stirred another cool breeze. The wind felt as soft and light as a cloud, ethereal and graceful.

In that same instant, Lin Xuan forcefully twisted the Soul Slayer Rod. The soul-character carved upon it suddenly flared with a sapphire light. In the blink of an eye, with a WHOOSH, the Yulan Sacred Fire ignited the weapon.

He swung the rod swiftly. Amplified by the inscribed patterns, the terrifying Yulan Sacred Fire transformed into a long tongue of flame that lashed out, far more ferocious than usual!

CRACKLE… CRACKLE…

The extreme cold of the fire actually froze the seemingly placid breeze. Now visible to the naked eye, the frozen wind had become countless sharp blades! What was once an invisible breeze was now a storm of blades, more than capable of tearing a person to shreds!

“Extreme Point Inch Light!”

A red glint flashed in Lin Xuan’s eyes. The Bloodline Power within him surged wildly as his Elemental Power expanded in an instant. He aimed at Bu Qianfan and thrust the rod forward with ferocious force.

In that instant, the soul-character on the Soul Slayer Rod flickered violently. Its light shifted from sapphire blue to a deep crimson, as if Lin Xuan’s own Bloodline Power had poured into it!

A scintillating point of red and blue light shattered the frozen wind and shot toward Bu Qianfan. The attack was so fast that he had to quickly raise his fan to block it.

“Fan Like Smoke!”

Unhurried, he waved his fan. With a gentle flick, Elemental Power flowed from it, forming a wall of wind before him. The soft wind rose like smoke, its currents moving with deliberate slowness.

Lin Xuan completely ignored the wind wall. The red and blue light on his rod flickered wildly, converging into a single beam that shot forward. BANG! His rod pierced the invisible barrier, tearing a large hole in it. Only then was it clear to the naked eye how thick the wall was—it was like a barricade of countless swords. Anyone who charged into it would surely be shredded.

But against Lin Xuan’s tyrannical power, it was completely useless!

After shattering the wind wall with ease, he continued his thrust, aiming straight for the fan in Bu Qianfan’s hand. He didn’t aim for any other spot, choosing a direct confrontation.

Bu Qianfan’s expression finally changed. Both of his signature moves had been utterly useless against Lin Xuan’s tyrannical power. He may not have used his full strength, but he had used well over half. To have his techniques shattered so easily was truly shocking.

“Golden Scale Armor!”

He grunted, flicking the Golden Scale Jade Face Fan. Ten short blades sprang from the fan’s ribs, instantly expanding its defensive area. Infused with Elemental Power, it flashed with a brilliant golden light, transforming into a shield!

The terrifying rod slammed down on the fan-shield. The runes along the rod’s body flickered wildly as the power-inscriptions detonated, instantly unleashing double its might.

BOOM!

A terrifying explosion of sound erupted. Bu Qianfan was sent skidding backward, his hands clamped around the Golden Scale Jade Face Fan, carving long gouges into the ground. The impossibly hard fan had actually been dented by the blow!

This was an incredibly durable fan, yet Lin Xuan’s strike had managed to dent it. The indentation soon began to slowly smooth itself out, however.

The fan may have returned to its original state, but the hand that gripped it was now bleeding profusely!

A single blow had shaken him so violently that his hands were covered in blood. The sheer, tyrannical force was terrifying, equivalent to tens of millions of pounds. Such power was simply monstrous.