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第三千一百二十九章 认输

Although he had lost the Spirit Eye Lake, as long as he defeated this Lin Xiao and overcame the current crisis, there would naturally be an opportunity to rebuild his strength.

As they say, a worm may die but its body remains intact. The Sword Lake Palace, though repeatedly battered, still boasted a profound legacy inherited from ancient times. It was far beyond ordinary sects or families in terms of depth and breadth.

If not for the lingering hope in the Sword Lake Palace, these Spirit Formation Realm cultivators would have long left this place. With their strength, they could traverse the entire world.

This alone demonstrated the exceptional nature of the Sword Lake Palace; any other sect or family would have disbanded by now.

However, while that was true, the remaining Spirit Formation Realm elders were still uneasy. The Power of the Sword domain was formidable, but this Lin Xiao's abilities were beyond their expectations. Whether their sect could overcome this crisis remained uncertain even to the senior disciple.

At least they had no certainty; staying here entailed considerable risk.

"Senior Master, do you think our uncle can defeat that Lin Xiao?" Finally, someone couldn't hold back and spoke up, his voice filled with anxiety.

"Ah..."

The elderly man with a Taoist air on his face hesitated, then sighed. His words were full of uncertainty and desolation: "I don’t know."

"I don’t know."

The other Spirit Formation Realm cultivators were shocked.

Though their cultivation levels differed, the Master’s strength far exceeded that of his peers. It was no exaggeration to say he stood out like a towering tree. As one of the most likely candidates to transcend this world, his vision was unparalleled. Yet even he couldn't predict the outcome of this battle?

The elderly man said it with a Taoist air, but deep down, he too was filled with anxiety. He had never anticipated such an outcome when they plotted to seize treasures from Cloud Concealment Sect.

If only things could have been different. But now that it had come to this, there was no point in saying anything more.

The most crucial thing now was whether their sect could overcome the current crisis. If Uncle won, there would still be a chance for revival...

Otherwise, after millions of years of inheritance, the Sword Lake Palace might truly fall into his hands.

Thus, even though he disapproved of Uncle's devouring of the Spirit Eye Lake, he secretly hoped for victory.

While hope was not wrong, whether it could come true wasn't within his control.

The level of this battle far exceeded their imagination. All they could do now was wait quietly.

As a cultivator, patience was generally a virtue; a hundred years of meditation felt like mere moments to them. But at that moment, everyone had the feeling of waiting for an eternity.

Finally, after a cup of tea's time passed.

Boom!

The originally calm sky suddenly resounded with a thunderclap.

No, this deafening noise far surpassed even a thunderclap in magnitude.

Visible sound waves rippled outward in circles through the void.

Then, that bright light ball suddenly developed countless cracks. Dazzling beams of light, as thick as an arm, shot out from within.

This sudden phenomenon left everyone speechless. The Spirit Formation Realm elders were stunned, their faces showing a mix of shock and joy.

They waited with hope tinged with fear.

After such a long wait, finally there was a result. Would it be the heaven they hoped for or the hell that would destroy them?

No one knew!

The unknown was terrifying, but now they had reached the moment to reveal the truth.

Including the elderly man with a Taoist air, everyone waited anxiously.

It didn't take long; more beams of light shot out from the cracks. The Power of the Sword domain finally shattered into nothingness.

After a burst of intense light, it vanished completely, as if it had never existed.

Following this light, the surrounding spatial energy became chaotic, and an indistinct figure appeared in their sight.

Unclear!

Everyone's hearts raced, but in such circumstances, there was no way to act; they could only wait foolishly.

This process seemed complex but took merely a few breaths.

Soon, that blurry figure became clear.

It was an unremarkable-looking youth, yet his demeanor was regal as if he ruled the heavens.

Lin Xuan!

"Still alive!"

"It can't be. Uncle devoured the Spirit Eye Lake and had the Power of the Sword domain; how could he still lose to him?"

"Is this a joke? This guy isn’t even at the early Transcendence Realm, does he have such formidable strength?"

Doubts arose one after another, filled with disbelief.

Although they didn't have full confidence earlier, from any angle, Uncle's chances seemed better. Otherwise, why would they still be here?

Initially filled with hope, this unexpected outcome left everyone speechless and more panicked.

Now that even Uncle had fallen, what should they do?

Was the inheritance of the Sword Lake Palace truly over?

Many turned their heads to look at Senior Master.

They didn't want to flee but had already tried. Facing an old monster at the Transcendence Realm, fleeing would only result in being picked off one by one and falling faster.

Thus, despite their fear and anxiety, they could only wait obediently where they stood.

Lin Xuan turned his head, his gaze sweeping over their faces. To be honest, this battle wasn't easy; he was forced to use the Five Dragon Seal. Facing the final strike of a million sword souls, even with the Five Dragon Seal, it was barely won. Lin Xuan still felt a chill when thinking about it.

Sure, one shouldn’t underestimate heroes from all over the world.

This was his biggest takeaway from this battle: an early Transcendence Realm cultivator had pushed him to such limits; facing mid or late-stage old monsters, he couldn't be sure of a single strike kill with the Five Dragon Seal.

But regardless, the current crisis was finally overcome. The grudge between them and the Sword Lake Palace could now be resolved.

Well, not entirely. There were still some loose ends to tie up.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth but didn't rush to speak. His gaze alone brought considerable pressure to the Spirit Formation Realm cultivators of the Sword Lake Palace.

These guys were already panicking, but many remained calm, like that elderly man with a Taoist air on his face, whose expression was grim and eyes flickering with thought.

In this strange silence, both sides stood facing each other.

After a long while, the Master of the Sword Lake Palace sighed deeply and bowed to Lin Xuan: "Please spare us. We yield."

"Yield?"

Lin Xuan was taken aback for a moment before he coldly laughed: "Senior Master, what courage! But if you want to admit defeat, go ahead. Is there such an easy thing in this world?"

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