54: Chapter 54 Fighting Four Against One, Holding His Own Against All

Six waves of attacks surged like a tide, and the air in the mountain stream was torn apart, whistling loudly.

Lu Jinghan's eyes sharpened. The moment the Jinghan Sword was unsheathed, the Time-Space Derivation Sutra within his body began to operate with a roar.

"Buzz—!"

An indescribable ripple spread out with him at the center.

Sect Master Yin Wuji's pitch-black palm print arrived first, carrying the sound of ghostly wails and wolf howls.

Lu Jinghan did not retreat, nor did he even dodge.

He simply raised his hand and made a light stroke with the Jinghan Sword in the Void Realm.

"Late Twilight."

This strike had no Sword Qi and no sword light.

Yet, it was such an ordinary-looking strike that caused Sect Master Yin Wuji's pupils to shrink suddenly.

The moment the pitch-black palm print hit the blade, it was as if it had struck an invisible wall.

The ghostly wails stopped abruptly, and the palm print shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of black mist.

At the same time, the other five spells also crashed down.

Lu Jinghan's figure shot out like lightning, leaving several afterimages in the Void Realm.

The Jinghan Sword swung out repeatedly, each strike precisely cutting through a spell.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Explosive sounds rang out in the mountain stream, causing the creek water to flow backward and rubble to fly everywhere.

As the smoke cleared, Lu Jinghan stood holding his sword, his robes fluttering in the strong wind.

He was completely unharmed.

Sect Master Yin Wuji's pupils constricted violently, and a storm of shock surged in his heart.

He knew the power of his palm strike all too well, not to mention the combined attack of those five spells.

Yet this Early Nascent Soul Stage before him had actually withstood the combined blow of the six of them?

"How is this possible?"

A Nascent Soul Mid Stage Junior Brother behind Sect Master Yin Wuji cried out in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Who on earth is this guy?"

Another Nascent Soul Mid Stage Junior Brother's face was also ashen, his hand trembling as he held his Magical Artifact.

Lu Jinghan's gaze swept over the six of them, a faint curve appearing at the corners of his mouth.

There was no mirth in that curve, only a sort of condescending scrutiny.

"Late-stage Nascent Soul, nothing more than this."

Sect Master Yin Wuji's face turned livid, and killing intent surged in his eyes like a tide.

Having traveled the Western Regions for many years, when had he ever been so belittled?

No—this wasn't just belittlement; it was an insult!

"Good, very good."

Sect Master Yin Wuji gritted his teeth, speaking each word deliberately.

"You have successfully enraged me."

He waved his hand, his internal spiritual power operating at full capacity, releasing his Late-stage Nascent Soul aura without reservation.

"Attack together, don't hold back anymore!"

The five people behind him responded in unison, and six figures lunged toward Lu Jinghan simultaneously.

Lu Jinghan did not retreat; instead, he met them head-on.

The Jinghan Sword turned into a silver lightning bolt in his hand, and wherever the sword light passed, the Void Realm seemed to be torn apart.

"Frost Condensation!"

Ice-blue Sword Qi erupted, and with Lu Jinghan as the center, the temperature within a ten-zhang radius plummeted.

Layers of ice crystals condensed out of thin air, covering the air, the ground, and even the spiritual light with a layer of white frost.

Two Early Nascent Soul Stage Liuli Sect Disciples bore the brunt of it, covered in ice crystals, their speed slowing down visibly.

Lu Jinghan seized this opening and slashed the Jinghan Sword at one of them.

"Jinghan Sword Strike!"

A sword light flared up, and a highly condensed ice-blue Sword Qi shot through the air, heading straight for the Early Nascent Soul Stage Disciple's heart.

The Disciple's expression changed drastically. He wanted to dodge, but his body was slowed by the ice crystals.

Fortunately, a Nascent Soul Mid Stage practitioner acted quickly, blasting a crimson pillar of fire toward Lu Jinghan.

Lu Jinghan sidestepped to avoid it and shattered it with a backhand swing of the Jinghan Sword.

Sect Master Yin Wuji took advantage of the gap to close in, striking with both palms toward Lu Jinghan's chest from the left and right.

The palm wind howled, like Mount Tai pressing down.

Lu Jinghan did not meet it head-on; his figure retreated several zhang, barely avoiding the strike.

Sect Master Yin Wuji pressed his advantage relentlessly, his palm strikes continuous, one after another, each carrying world-destroying power.

Lu Jinghan retreated repeatedly, the Jinghan Sword constantly parrying.

The "ding-ding dang-dang" clanging of metal echoed through the mountain stream.

"An Early Nascent Soul Stage is still just an Early Nascent Soul Stage after all," Sect Master Yin Wuji sneered.

"No matter how exquisite your sword techniques are, your spiritual power won't last long."

Lu Jinghan did not answer, only continuing to parry and dodge.

He was waiting, waiting for the opponent to show a weakness.

Just then, Zhou Tianchen's voice came from behind.

"Senior Brother, leave these two to me!"

Lu Jinghan glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that Zhou Tianchen had already engaged the two Early Nascent Soul Stage Liuli Sect Disciples.

Using the qiankun furnace as his tool and Alchemical Fire as his weapon, he forced the two of them back step by step.

Lu Jinghan retracted his gaze, his mind settled.

Since Zhou Tianchen could handle those two, he could focus on dealing with Sect Master Yin Wuji and the three Nascent Soul Mid Stage practitioners.

"Now, it's my turn."

Lu Jinghan took a deep breath, the Time-Space Derivation Sutra within him operating once more, and an aura rose from his body.

That aura was ancient and vast, as if it had come through time and space from the Primordial Era.

Sect Master Yin Wuji's pupils shrank suddenly, and alarm bells rang loudly in his heart.

"What... Cultivation Technique is this?"

Before he could finish, Lu Jinghan moved.

His figure left an afterimage in the Void Realm, his speed astonishingly fast.

The Jinghan Sword swung out, and a silver-white sword light tore through the Void Realm, heading straight for Sect Master Yin Wuji's face.

The sharpness of this strike was several times greater than before!

Sect Master Yin Wuji's expression changed drastically. He struck with both palms, frantically blasting out pitch-black palm prints.

The sword light and palm prints collided, erupting in a deafening roar.

Sect Master Yin Wuji was shaken back several steps, his blood and Qi churning, his face turning from pale to flushed.

"How is this possible!"

He stared fixedly at Lu Jinghan, his eyes full of disbelief.

"You are only at the Early Nascent Soul Stage; how can you have such power!"

Lu Jinghan did not answer, swinging the Jinghan Sword again.

The sword light was like a tide, wave after wave, unending.

Sect Master Yin Wuji gritted his teeth to resist but was forced back step by step.

Seeing this, the three Nascent Soul Mid Stage Disciples rushed forward to support him.

With the four of them joining forces, they finally stabilized their position.

"You three pin him down, I'll look for an Opportunity!"

Sect Master Yin Wuji ordered in a low voice, taking half a step back as a pitch-black orb began to condense on his palms.

Within that orb, there was a faint sound of thunder, emitting a heart-palpitating aura.

The three Nascent Soul Mid Stage Disciples responded in unison, fully activating their Magical Artifacts to besiege Lu Jinghan.

Three attacks came simultaneously from three different directions.

Lu Jinghan's eyes narrowed, and he drew a perfect circle around himself with the Jinghan Sword.

"Frost Condensation!"

Ice crystals condensed again, delaying the speed of those three attacks for a brief moment.

In that very instant, Lu Jinghan's figure broke out of the encirclement, and the Jinghan Sword slashed toward one of them.

"Jinghan Sword Strike!"

That Nascent Soul Mid Stage Disciple's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised his blade to parry.

"Clang—!"

As the blade and sword clashed, the Disciple was shaken back several steps, the webbing between his thumb and index finger splitting open, blood flowing freely.

Lu Jinghan was about to pursue when the attacks from the other two arrived.

He had no choice but to abandon the thought of finishing that person and turned to parry.

Lu Jinghan had undergone the trials of the seventh floor of the Nine Heavens Tower, and moreover, had obtained a good Opportunity within the eighth floor.

Although his cultivation level had not increased, his combat strength had significantly improved.

Facing four opponents alone, combined with the Time-Space Derivation Sutra, he was not at a disadvantage at all.