Chapter 2290 - 2287: Heaven’s Execution

Chapter 2290: Chapter 2287: Heaven’s Execution

Hmpf, a muffled grunt escaped the masked man, yet he endured without yelling in pain.

"Lin Tian, stop!" Shen Lin called out before the other two masked men could speak.

Lin Tian glanced at him sideways, and coldly replied, "Feeling sorry for a petty thief trying to steal the Shennong Ding? Is he one of your Divine Clan? Surely not, the exalted Divine Clan would never stoop to such despicable acts, not even daring to show their faces!"

Rendered speechless by the question, Shen Lin gripped his black sword tightly, his anger rising beyond measure.

"You’ll pay the price, don’t worry about me, just grab the Shennong Ding!" The masked man with the severed hand growled maliciously.

With a buzzing sound, the elder among the masked men acted without hesitation, conjuring Sword Qi before him that shot towards Lin Tian. Simultaneously, the other masked man advanced, trying to cooperate with the elder to force Lin Tian back and rescue his companion.

A cold smile played at the corner of Lin Tian’s mouth as he swung the Shennong Ding, smashing apart the elder’s Sword Qi and simultaneously hurling it towards the masked man — simple yet brutal.

During his counterattack, Lin Tian’s sword never left the masked man with the severed hand, and he shifted his foot to step onto the man’s other arm, with a crunch, breaking it as well.

"Lin Tian, you bully too much!" Shen Lin’s fury was nearly explosive, others began to piece things together, realizing Lin Tian’s guess was correct — these three masked men could almost certainly be divine clan members.

"Yelling for what? I’m fighting bandits, vile thieves; you should be applauding," Lin Tian remarked deliberately.

"Ah..." The masked man with the severed hand seemed gravely humiliated, letting out a wild roar, his face flushed red, and released an intense surge of energy from his body.

This energy was stronger than his previous big move, seemingly using some Secret Technique, sacrificing his body to unleash several times the True Energy.

Being driven to this point above the Innate realm showed how severe the distress was; like a cornered beast, the power of the outbreak was terrifying.

Lin Tian merely felt a tremor underfoot, followed by what seemed like the earth splitting and a volcanic eruption, then he was propelled into the air by this energy.

Whoosh...

Little Snow cried out, flapping and rising to fly under Lin Tian. With an agile flip, he landed on Little Snow’s back, avoiding an undignified crash.

On the ground, the other two masked men forsook attacking Lin Tian and hurried for rescue. Just as they lifted the severed-handed masked man up, he spat a mouthful of blood, his body going limp, seemingly exhausted.

"You used a Secret Technique!" the elder exclaimed in shock.

His words confirmed Lin Tian’s guess; indeed, the enemy harmed a thousand, yet at the cost of damaging eight hundred of himself. However, while he injured himself, he didn’t harm Lin Tian, only managing an escape.

"A warrior can be killed but not humiliated. I’d rather die than suffer his dishonor!" struggled the masked man with the severed hand.

"Screw you, you’re here to steal my Shennong Ding, yet act all righteous, I spit on you, Divine Clan is just trash!" Lin Tian spewed insults from atop Snow Eagle.

He cared nothing for his image, yelling satisfied him.

Several beauties, including Ling Shuiyao, indeed cast side glances, perplexed that such a high-level duel involved Lin Tian shouting curses. Yet, somehow, it seemed exhilarating.

Clang...

As his words faded, a Longsword flew out from the mountain, targeting not Lin Tian but Little Snow beneath his feet.

The flying Longsword was nearly silent, yet Lin Tian’s pupils rapidly contracted; only someone with extremely adept energy control could achieve such an effect.

Lin Tian unhesitatingly leaped out, blocking the flying sword with the Shennong Ding. With a booming noise, the seemingly light flying sword collided in a violent explosion.

He was pushed, tumbling back to crash against Snow Eagle. Little Snow was sent spinning, nearly falling from the sky.

"Descend," Lin Tian commanded, quickly descending with Little Snow.

At that moment, a silhouette flew swiftly from the mountain, leaving the crowd, including Lin Tian, stunned.

In the sky, an elder stood on a sword, energy streaming from the blade, ferrying the elder swiftly.

Sword Flight! It was actually Sword Flight, the ideal realm everyone dreamed of, Lin Tian included — before acquiring Nu Ba’s flight ability, Sword Flight had been one of his ultimate goals.

Now, observing someone mastering Sword Flight, how could his heart not be shaken?

However, realizing this person was attacking him, Lin Tian’s heart sank once more.

"Those who insult my Divine Clan must be slain!" The elder’s voice descended from the heavens, resounding tumultuously, impacting everyone’s eardrums.

The elder kept one hand behind his back, the other pointing down, the earlier flying sword hovered above Lin Tian’s head, its tip aimed downwards, gathering white light on its blade.

In the blink of an eye, a gigantic light sword formed, the scene familiar; previously at the Divine Valley platform, a light sword was formed to attack Lin Tian.

The light sword fell silently, Lin Tian forcefully shoving Little Snow away, while raising the Shennong Ding in his hand, like an overlord lifting a cauldron, to withstand the light sword.

The edge of the light sword pressed against the Shennong Ding, emitting sizzling sounds, sparks flying. The ground beneath Lin Tian’s feet buckled under the pressure, collapsing layer by layer.

"Hahaha..." Suddenly, hearty laughter echoed from the mountains, a shadow swiftly approached accompanied by: "An esteemed Great Elder of the Divine Clan, employing Heaven’s Judgment against a young man, even I blush for you."

Lin Tian furrowed his brow, unsure whether the Heaven’s Judgment referred to the deadly sword above or the elder’s sword technique.

The normally placid sword-controlling elder changed face upon hearing the words, he extended his hand that was behind his back towards Lin Tian in a false grasp.

Lin Tian felt the Shennong Ding forcibly pulled by an immense force, nearly slipping from grasp. He clenched his teeth, igniting purple flames, enveloping the entire Shennong Ding.

The newcomer also acted, forming a sword finger, shooting a purple light that struck the sword-controlling elder’s sharp sword. Simultaneously, in the flaming blaze, the Shennong Ding suddenly emitted bubbling sounds, as if something within was boiling.

A subtle stream sprayed from the cauldron lid, dispersing the pulling force. The sword-controlling elder faltered, flipping his hand to retrieve the sharp sword before slowly descending.

Lin Tian felt a significant relief, storing away the Shennong Ding.

Looking towards the latecomer, Lin Tian couldn’t help but feel astounded, yet simultaneously delighted — it was Elder Yan, Yan Lingling’s Great Grandpa.

"Great Grandpa, you came..." Yan Lingling cheered, rushing over to clutch Elder Yan’s sleeve, quite clearly a spoiled little girl: "Great Grandpa, you need to judge fairly, they’re trying to steal Brother Lin Tian’s Shennong Ding."

The masked individuals felt an awkwardness, not daring to face Elder Yan.

The sword-controlling elder waved his hand, expressionless: "Remove your masks, lest we become a laughingstock."

"Yes." The trio complied respectfully, including the masked elder, not daring to counter, conveniently helping their injured comrades unveil.

When Yan Lingling saw them, her eyes widened: "Uncle Shen, it’s you! Why do you want to seize Brother Lin Tian’s Shennong Ding?"

Little girl’s words unsettled the trio’s expressions.