Peerless Little Immortal Doctor-Chapter 811 - 813: Immeasurable Sword Energy

Xia Liu smiled faintly. With Lin Xiaotian’s current fury, how could he let the Yan Family go?

However, although Yan Hen would pass away not long after, most people would assume that his death was related to the secret technique used to boost his cultivation.

“Fight me, sect trash!”

Yan Hen executed a double palm strike, his overwhelming inner strength surging forth without restraint. He had never felt this exhilarated before.

Possessing this high-rank power filled him with unspeakable comfort and a burning need to release it.

Lin Xiaotian remained silent, his peerless move already exuding a formidable pressure.

Earlier, when faced with Lin Xiaotian’s Energy Depleted to Mystic Yellow technique, Yan Hen might have been deeply fearful.

But now, things were different.

With Heavenly Rank Peak cultivation, he feared nothing!

The thrumming power within him told him that sheer brute strength alone could fully neutralize the Mysterious Yellow Famous Move.

Boom!

Without hesitation, Lin Xiaotian unleashed the Energy Depleted to Mystic Yellow move.

A fiery yellow palm suddenly shot toward Yan Hen.

Despite his arrogance, Yan Hen wasn’t rashly indiscriminate.

He knew the potency of the Great Handprint technique.

Though his body signaled he might be able to oppose it head-on, he wouldn’t risk it if he could evade the strike.

As the Heavenly Rank Peak martial artist, his inner strength surged, and before the gigantic palm approached, Yan Hen vanished from his original position.

Boom!

The massive palm collided with the stone wall beneath the arena.

Martial artists positioned near the wall were abruptly thrown back.

A huge cavity appeared in that stone wall.

Seeing Yan Hen evade the Great Handprint, Lin Xiaotian showed no surprise. In an instant, his Treading Snow Without a Trace movement technique activated.

Confronted with the elusive movement technique, Yan Hen’s eyes narrowed sharply. Thick inner strength enveloped his body entirely, sealing off all approaches.

As soon as Lin Xiaotian closed in, Yan Hen would sense his presence.

But when four residual shadows surrounded him, Yan Hen couldn’t discern which one was real.

“Ha!”

With an outburst, Yan Hen unleashed his aura.

Instantly, a wave of pressure rippled outward, scattering all four shadows of Lin Xiaotian into stardust caught in the wind.

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Bang!

At the critical moment, Yan Hen suddenly pivoted, his massive palm clashing directly with Lin Xiaotian.

A fierce exchange of Qi Force erupted from the point of impact.

Xia Liu activated his Spiritual Energy to block the residual force.

The Treading Snow Without a Trace movement technique was broken by Yan Hen’s brute strength—no surprise there.

After using the secret technique to boost his cultivation, Yan Hen’s reflexes had become terrifyingly sharp.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to block this strike.

“Tsk tsk! Your technique cannot shake me!”

Watching Yan Hen’s smug grin, Lin Xiaotian smirked faintly. “Is that so? Then how will you block the next strike?”

Fixated on Lin Xiaotian’s smile, Yan Hen’s pupils contracted violently.

The next instant, he tried to pull his hand away to retreat.

But his hand was trapped; he couldn’t withdraw it.

As he prepared to launch another attack at Lin Xiaotian, a sharp pain flared in his palm.

Soon after, his entire arm was consumed by an unprecedented piercing pain.

It felt like thousands of needles stabbing into his arm.

Realizing something was wrong, Yan Hen accelerated the movement of his other hand.

But this strike was destined to miss—Lin Xiaotian had already retreated several steps.

When his body steadied, an acute aura emanated from Lin Xiaotian.

“This… is a state of mind! Sword Intent!”

“Yes! Sword Intent!”

“Could he be a Sword Cultivator?”

Feeling the ethereal edge of sword intent, Ye Hu, Peng Zheng, and the four Half-Step into the Dao martial artists rose from their Taishi Chairs.

Before their shock could settle, Lin Xiaotian raised his Sword Finger and slashed forward. “Immeasurable Sword Energy, go!”

Swish swish swish!!!

In an instant, the sound of air being torn reverberated everywhere.

Invisible yet sharp energy swept across the land.

Yan Hen disregarded everything else, enduring the agonizing pain while gathering all his strength, reinforcing his surroundings with an Inner Strength Gang Circle.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!!

The invisible sword energy tore through the air, producing sharp, piercing sounds that echoed incessantly.

Crack!

In mere moments, Yan Hen’s Gang Circle emitted a shattering noise.

In the blink of an eye, the sword energy struck Yan Hen.

Thud!

The sound of sword energy piercing flesh rang out clearly into everyone’s ears.

Everything froze in that moment.

Thud.

Yan Hen collapsed to his knees, the searing pain from his chest and arm sinking into his soul, leaving him powerless to stand.

Kneeling, he tore the pieces of his garment, which had been sliced by sharp blades.

A clearly visible blade scar extended from his navel to the base of his neck.

Blood gushed endlessly from the wound.

But what made breathing difficult for Yan Hen was that Lin Xiaotian hadn’t killed him with the strike.

Like a warning, the attack merely cut his skin without harming flesh or bone.

Some minor blood vessels in the skin ruptured, yet a substantial amount of crimson blood continued to flow.

The four Half-Step into the Dao martial artists could sense that Yan Hen wasn’t fatally injured.

However, his aura kept plummeting. After the Inner Strength Gang Circle shattered, his aura had already dropped to Heavenly Rank Early Level.

Soon, he would grow weaker and weaker. Without immediate medical attention, he might even end up crippled.

This match was undeniably decided.

Lin Xiaotian had triumphed. The Osmanthus Sect had triumphed!

The surrounding martial artists focused their gazes on Lin Xiaotian.

The final move left them bewildered.

With no visible changes, he simply slashed forward—and that was enough to severely injure a Heavenly Rank Peak martial artist, nearly claiming a life.

They all believed that if this had been a life-and-death battle, Yan Hen would have perished.

Clenching his teeth, Yan Hen tried to stand, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t rise.

Ultimately, he slumped back onto the ground in defeat.

“The outcome is now clear. I hereby declare the final winner of the Martial World Society to be the emerging Osmanthus Sect…”

“Wait a moment!”

Just as Ye Ku was about to make the announcement, a thunderous voice suddenly resounded from above the venue.