Evan Lin didn't even open his eyes, just softly uttered a single word.
Standing to the side, Henry Lin's expression changed dramatically.
A sharp, metallic snap rang out from Evan Lin's fingertips.
With every small step Sword Master Cui took forward, the entire space felt as if it was being torn apart by a raging wind. Countless shards of stone flew up from the floor, swirling into the air.
Martin Mu, who was standing close by, was visibly shaken. He dragged Victor Moore back in a hurry, while Leon Lin, caught off guard some distance away, was blown straight to the ground by a blast of qi.
Most of the onlookers around weren't martial artists, but just from the feeling alone, they could sense the waves of overwhelming sword intent rolling out.
Sword Master Eric Cui's eyes widened as his clothes turned to ash in an instant, and steam and scorching heat rose from his body.
The sword in his hand kept condensing, and condensing again.
From a seven-foot longsword, it shrank down to just five feet. The blade, forged from pure qi, gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen.
"All that hard-won cultivation, and you just throw it away on something this pointless? What a waste."
With a thunderous boom, half the rooftop collapsed completely, with Evan Lin at the center!
He calmly watched Sword Master Cui approach, then gently closed his eyes.
"What's he doing? Sword Master Cui's sword is almost at his face and he's closing his eyes?"
"Is he so freaked out by Sword Master Eric Cui's sword intent that he can't even open his eyes now?"
Leon Lin and the others were pinned under rubble, while Melissa Mu also took a nasty fall.
Forced far back by the sword's energy, the crowd struggled to lift their heads, trying to see what was happening.
Sam 'Second Brother' Su managed to dodge just in time, seeing the danger and running a few steps ahead, but the Daoist wasn't so lucky—his nose got smashed by a rock.
Sword Master Eric Cui gripped his longsword, face pale as a ghost. He'd already spat out blood five times, and with each mouthful, the sword's aura intensified. His body was weak, but his sword intent was at its absolute peak!
When everyone looked back, Evan Lin was still standing there, and in front of him, Sword Master Eric Cui knelt with white hair and tattered clothes.
When he was just half a meter from Evan Lin, Sword Master Eric Cui suddenly let out a long shout. His eyes widened, and the sword he'd condensed to perfection finally stabbed straight at Evan Lin.
Sword Master Eric Cui trembled all over, struggling to lift his head, trying to see Evan Lin's face clearly.
The people standing nearby could even feel as if a real blade was grazing their cheeks!
Cold and slightly burning, the stinging pain went straight to the heart.
Evan Lin spoke indifferently, not sparing Sword Master Eric Cui another glance.
Suddenly, a gust of wind rose. The youth lifted one hand, and at his fingertips, two lights—one red, one blue—instantly appeared.
Melissa Mu's eyes burned with respect and awe, her gaze practically on fire.
With a swift pinch of his fingers, the youth instantly caught the tip of Sword Master Cui's blade between two fingers.
The blade could go no further.
Martin Mu coughed a few times, looked at Evan Lin, then at the pile of rubble around them, and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Evan Lin walked forward, stomped once, and leapt onto the rooftop, landing before the exhibition stands. With another stomp, more than a dozen hidden display stands shot up from the ground.
The youth didn't even open his eyes, just softly uttered a single word.
To ordinary people, these were priceless treasures, but to Evan Lin, they were nothing but worthless junk.
A metallic crack rang out from his fingertips.
Evan Lin shook his head and waved his hand, and all the display stands shattered instantly.
Martin Mu's heart bled at the sight—those were all worth a fortune.
What looked like gentle light instantly swept across Sword Master Cui's body.
Only when Evan Lin walked up to Sam 'Second Brother' Su, grabbing him by the collar like a chick, did the crowd snap out of it.
They watched as Evan Lin walked through the crowd, Sam 'Second Brother' Su nodding and bowing behind him, everyone instinctively making way for Evan Lin.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
Just as everyone was about to get a closer look at the battered Sword Master Cui, a violent tremor erupted across the rooftop.
With a thunderous boom, half the rooftop collapsed completely, with Lin Yi at the center!
Rubble flew everywhere, dust billowed in all directions.
Cries of shock and screams echoed nonstop.
If not for the rooftop only being three meters above the top floor, with the hallway and main hall right below, there would have been serious casualties.
Lin Ting and the others were pinned under rubble, while Mu Hanran also took a nasty fall.
Mu Xuyan looked a mess, and Mu Wenqu was nearly crushed by a falling rock.
Su 'Second Brother' managed to dodge just in time, seeing the danger and running a few steps ahead, but the Daoist wasn't so lucky—his nose got smashed by a rock.
After a long while,
When everyone looked back, the youth was still standing there, and in front of him, Sword Master Cui knelt with white hair and tattered clothes.
The mighty Sword Master of the Southriver Sword Sect looked nothing like a grandmaster now—more like a dying old man, ready to keel over at any moment.
Sword Master Cui trembled all over, struggling to lift his head, trying to see the youth's face clearly.
But he no longer had the strength to utter even a single word.
"I'll spare your life."
Lin Yi spoke indifferently, not sparing Sword Master Cui another glance.
Everyone was left speechless by his words.
Mu Hanran's eyes burned with respect and awe, his gaze practically on fire.
What an absolutely overwhelming display!
He had utterly crushed a Sword Master from the Southriver Sword Sect!
Mu Xuyan coughed a few times, looked at Lin Yi, then at the pile of rubble around them, and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Lin Yi walked forward, stomped once, and leapt onto the rooftop, landing before the exhibition stands. With another stomp, more than a dozen hidden display stands shot up from the ground.
Each stand was covered with old items—some looked famous, others were rare antiques seldom seen in the world.
To ordinary people, these were priceless treasures, but to Lin Yi, they were nothing but worthless junk.
"These are the so-called magic artifacts you were talking about? The standards here are way too low."
Lin Yi shook his head and waved his hand, and all the display stands shattered instantly.
Mu Xuyan's heart bled at the sight—those were all worth a fortune.
But not a single person present dared to speak up.
Only when the youth walked up to Su Second Brother, grabbing him by the collar like a chick, did the crowd snap out of it.
They watched as the youth walked through the crowd, Su Second Brother nodding and bowing behind him, everyone instinctively making way for the youth.
The entire room was filled with awe—their eyes followed him like he was a god.