SSS-Rank 10x Reward System: Accepting Disciples to Live Forever-Chapter 169: No Can Save You

Deathly silence swallowed the battle platform.

No one dared to breathe too loudly.

Countless gazes drifted back and forth—between Lin Huang standing calmly at the center of the arena, and the headless corpse of Gu Tian lying motionless on the shattered stone floor. Blood slowly pooled beneath the body, seeping into the cracks like dark ink.

Time seemed frozen.

Then—after a heartbeat that felt far too long—the crowd erupted.

"Is this... is this real?!"

"He actually killed Elder Gu Tian!"

"That was Gu Tian—the genius of his generation! A Unity Immortal Realm expert!"

Shock, disbelief, and fear surged through the stands like a tidal wave. Faces paled. Voices trembled.

Amid the chaos, Lin Huang’s voice rang out once more—clear, cold, and unwavering—rolling across the arena like thunder.

"Ying Yue."

"Come out and face me."

This time, no one laughed.

No one mocked.

No one even whispered a sarcastic remark.

The weight of reality had crushed all such thoughts.

Now, only a single question burned in the minds of everyone present:

Just who in the heavens is this young man... and what did the Thousand Sword Sect do to provoke him?

Seconds passed.

Then minutes.

No response came.

Lin Huang slowly shook his head, disappointment flickering briefly through his eyes.

"I already gave you a warning," he murmured.

If no one would answer, then there was no need for restraint.

The moment that thought settled—

A terrifying sharpness erupted from his body.

It was invisible, yet absolute.

The air screamed as it split apart. Clouds above the arena were torn open as if slashed by an unseen blade. Spectators gasped as a suffocating pressure swept through them, making it feel as though their very bodies were about to be sliced into fragments.

Boom!

The towering stone pillars surrounding the arena shattered in unison, collapsing like brittle glass. Walls cracked. The ground sank.

Within a hundred-meter radius around Lin Huang, everything was leveled.

The destruction continued to spread outward.

"Arrogant brat—stop right there!"

"Don’t think you can leave this place alive!"

"Surround him! Kill him!"

Roars of fury echoed as multiple Thousand Sword Sect disciples burst forth from all directions, their faces twisted with rage and humiliation. Never in their lives had their sect been disrespected like this. Lin Huang’s mere existence felt like an unforgivable insult.

Lin Huang did not respond.

He did not hesitate.

To him, their resolve meant nothing.

A single flash of light streaked across the arena.

That was all anyone saw.

Heads flew.

Bodies collapsed.

No matter what techniques they unleashed or formations they attempted to form, everything was severed—cleanly, mercilessly—like grass before a scythe. Blood sprayed across the ruined arena, staining the shattered stone red.

Screams were cut short.

Resistance vanished.

Wang Chen watched the scene from within the crowd, his gaze unwavering.

With every fallen enemy, he could feel it clearly—the invisible shackles restraining Lin Huang’s growth were loosening, fragment by fragment.

Once Ying Yue fell...

Wang Chen was certain of it.

His disciple’s cultivation would soar like a rocket, unstoppable and absolute.

Just as that thought crossed Wang Chen’s mind, the heavens themselves seemed to respond.

The sky abruptly darkened, as if a massive shadow had been draped over the world. Clouds churned and collapsed inward, spiraling toward a single point. A terrifying pressure descended upon the arena, heavy enough to make the air feel viscous, as though every breath required effort.

Several weaker cultivators collapsed to their knees on the spot.

Wang Chen’s eyes narrowed.

This pressure...

It was eerily familiar. Not identical, but close enough to make his instincts flare.

A Grand Ascension Realm powerhouse.

For a fleeting moment, a name surfaced in his mind without conscious effort.

Ning Qi.

The Sect Master of the Thousand Sword Sect.

A calm yet domineering voice rolled down from the clouds, carrying both reprimand and authority.

"Junior, just because the Master of the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo has accepted you as his disciple does not mean you can run rampant without restraint."

"As a cultivator of the Sword Dao, how can you behave in such a demonic manner?"

With those words, three figures slowly descended from the heavens.

At the center stood Ning Qi, her presence vast and suffocating, like an immovable mountain pressing down upon the world. To her side was Murong Sichen, a faint, knowing smile playing at the corner of his lips as his eyes swept over Lin Huang.

The more Murong Sichen observed him, the more impressed he became.

A mortal body... yet a sword intent brushing against eternity.

Interesting. Very interesting.

He made no move to interrupt Ning Qi.

In fact, he welcomed this development.

This confrontation was perfect.

If Lin Huang truly wished to walk the path of the Sword Saint Heaven, he would need more than talent—he would need a reason. Pressure. Conflict. A choice.

Murong Sichen’s smile widened almost imperceptibly.

Ying Yue, however, felt none of that calm amusement.

Her expression was colder than frost.

Of the three, she was the one truly wounded by this situation.

Lin Huang’s words had shattered her reputation—words that should have been dismissed as the desperate ravings of a dead man. But Lin Huang had not died. Worse, he had slain an Elder.

Not just any Elder.

A Unity Realm Elder.

From this moment on, no one would dare dismiss his accusations as lies.

Zhao Yunfei’s eyes narrowed sharply the instant she spotted Ying Yue among the descending figures. A faint but unmistakable killing intent flickered through her gaze.

So this is her...

The woman who had driven her Master to this point.

The woman who had stolen his sword bone.

Zhao Yunfei’s fingers tightened at her side. She couldn’t even fathom the kind of heartlessness required to extract something so fundamental from a childhood friend.

Lin Huang slowly lifted his gaze.

His expression turned glacial.

"Ying Yue," he said coldly. "So you finally decided to show yourself."

A faint sneer tugged at his lips.

"For a moment there, I thought you would rather rot in hiding than face me."

Ying Yue let out a sharp, disdainful snort, her eyes filled with icy contempt.

"Lin Huang, have you completely lost your mind?"

"Do you even understand what you’ve done?"

Her voice hardened, each word dripping with certainty.

"No matter what happens today," she said coldly,

"no one will be able to save you."

The air between them tightened, sharp as a drawn blade—

and the true confrontation had finally begun.