102: Kill the sage first! The Holy King will appear!
The gate to the ancient path swung wide open, and powerful clans from ten thousand worlds descended, their terrifying pressure shrouding the Nine Provinces.
The first to break the standoff was the Netherworld Hells.
A figure shrouded in dense Death Qi stepped out from the crowd; it was none other than the entity whose Clone had been destroyed by Lin Dao previously—the Minggu Saint!
His true body had arrived in person. He released the pressure of the first level of the Saint Realm without reservation, causing the Laws of Heaven and Earth to wail, while space around him constantly collapsed and reformed.
"Ant! Do you still remember this Saint?"
The Minggu Saint's voice was icy, filled with bone-deep hatred as he locked his gaze onto Lin Dao, who hovered above the Lin Clan Small World. "You destroyed my Clone; this grudge must be repaid today! Hand over your Primordial Divine Demon Body Origin and the Heavenly Emperor Inheritance, and perhaps this Saint will grant you a quick death!"
He was convinced that Lin Dao was at most in the Saint Realm, and it was impossible for him to be a match for his true body, which was in the Saint Realm.
Below the Saint Realm, all are ants; this is the consensus of the ten thousand worlds.
He wanted to personally crush this Lower Realm Cultivator who dared to offend the majesty of the Netherworld Hells in front of all the various factions.
The Minggu Saint raised his hand, and endless Death Qi gathered, transforming into a Netherworld Bone Claw that blotted out the sun. The tips of the claws were entwined with Saint Realm Laws that could corrode Divine Souls and obliterate vitality, and he swiped it down directly at Lin Dao!
This claw's power far exceeded that of the Clone from a year ago; it was enough to easily crush a life-bearing star!
The native Cultivators of the Nine Provinces, including those who had just broken through to the Saint Realm, felt their Divine Souls on the verge of splitting before this strike from a Saint, unable to summon any desire to resist.
This was the might of the Saint Realm!
Facing this terrifying strike, Lin Dao finally moved.
With just a single step forward, a pressure no less than that of the Minggu Saint—even more condensed and profound—erupted from his body!
The aura of the Saint Realm soared into the sky, resonating with the newly perfected Laws of Heaven and Earth!
"Saint Realm?! He is actually in the Saint Realm!"
"How is this possible! How could the Nine Provinces give birth to a Saint?"
"He actually hid his strength!"
Exclamations rang out from the descended Ancient Great Clans, filled with deep astonishment and confusion.
A mere Nine Provinces, with its rules incomplete for ten thousand years, how could it nurture a Saint?
The Minggu Saint's pupils constricted, but his sinister expression deepened immediately: "First level of the Saint Realm? So what if you hid your strength! Just entered the Saint Realm, and you dare to contend with this Saint? Die!"
The Netherworld Bone Claw's might grew even greater as it accelerated downward.
However, Lin Dao merely raised his right hand, splayed his five fingers, and gently clenched them toward the sun-blotting Netherworld Bone Claw.
That Netherworld Bone Claw, containing the full-power strike of the Minggu Saint and capable of destroying stars, was gripped by an invisible hand when it was still a hundred zhang away from Lin Dao. All the Death Qi and all the Saint Realm Laws instantly solidified and came to a halt.
Then, at the moment Lin Dao's five fingers closed.
Pfft!
It was like crushing a hollow clay pot.
The massive Netherworld Bone Claw, along with the terrifying energy and Laws it contained, instantly disintegrated, turning into the purest Netherworld Death Qi, which was then assimilated and absorbed by the Chaos Qi naturally circulating around Lin Dao, vanishing without a trace.
The sinister smile on the Minggu Saint's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme horror and bewilderment.
His full-force strike had just been... crushed so nonchalantly by the other party?
This is definitely not something the first level of the Saint Realm can achieve!
"You..."
Before he could finish the word, Lin Dao's figure had already appeared before him like a ghost.
The speed was too fast! So fast that even the Minggu Saint, a true Saint, could not make any effective reaction in time!
Lin Dao pointed his fingers like a sword, his fingertips wreathed in Chaos Qi condensed to the extreme, and gently tapped at the Minggu Saint's glabella.
The Minggu Saint's pupils shrank, and he felt an unprecedented crisis of death! He frantically urged the Saint Realm Laws within his body, condensing a Death Qi shield, attempting to block it.
But it was all in vain.
That seemingly ordinary finger ignored all defenses, as if piercing through layers of fragile paper, and accurately tapped onto his glabella.
The Minggu Saint's body stiffened violently; all his movements, all his aura, and all his life fluctuations came to an abrupt halt at this moment.
His wide-open eyes were filled with incredible fear and frozen despair.
The next moment.
Crack... crackle...
Fine cracking sounds came from within his body.
His body, starting from his glabella, showed countless spiderweb-like cracks.
The cracks spread rapidly across his entire body, and then, under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, this first-level Saint Realm powerhouse from the Netherworld Hells crumbled inch by inch like a weathered stone statue, finally turning into powder with a "bang," not even leaving a trace of a remnant soul.
Body and soul destroyed!
A true Saint was killed in seconds by Lin Dao with a single finger!
The entire process, from Lin Dao taking a step, erupting his aura, crushing the bone claw, to the close-range kill, took only an instant!
Fast! Ruthless! Accurate!
Not until the ashes of the Minggu Saint were scattered by the wind did the world seem to regain its sound.
Dead silence!
Whether it was the newly descended, arrogant Ancient Great Clans, or the native Cultivators who were shocked by the might of the Saint, everyone at this moment felt as if their throats had been choked, unable to make any sound.
Everyone's gaze was locked tightly on the figure in green clothes who remained in place, aura restrained, as if he had done nothing at all.
Saint Realm... and a Saint Realm that can kill those of the same rank in seconds!
Just what kind of monster is this Lin Dao?!
In the Netherworld Hells camp, a monstrous fury and murderous intent erupted. The leading Peak Saint Realm general stared fixedly at Lin Dao, but dared not strike easily again.
The cautionary example of the Minggu Saint was right before their eyes!
The powerhouses of other Ancient Great Clans, such as the Ancient God Heavenly Domain, Limitless Sword Sect, Great Brahma Pure Land, Ten Thousand Demon Ancestral Court, Yaoguang Immortal Domain, and other factions, all had their gazes become incomparably grave; their previous contempt and indifference completely vanished.
And one of their goals for descending—seizing Lin Dao's Primordial Divine Demon Body Origin and the ancient Heavenly Emperor Inheritance—seemed to have become unprecedentedly thorny.
Lin Dao withdrew his finger, his gaze calmly sweeping across the powerful figures in the sky, finally landing on the Netherworld Hells camp.
"Who else wants my Legacy and Origin?"
In the Netherworld Hells, that suppressed fury almost turned into substance.
The leading Peak Saint Realm general clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, but he dared not move.
Being able to kill the Minggu Saint in seconds, he felt his chances of winning were not high.
Just then, from the rear of the Netherworld Hells camp, that most terrifying Saint King Realm pressure, which had been silent all along, finally moved.
A figure shrouded in gray-black imperial robes slowly moved forward.
His figure was not tall, but every step he took seemed to land on the nodes of the Laws of Heaven and Earth, causing the space of the entire Nine Provinces to tremble slightly.
His face was hidden in the shadows of his hood, with only two points of gaze as deep as the Nine Nether cold pools piercing through, landing on Lin Dao.