Martial Hero Rebirth

“Long live Master Huashan!”

The same words were heard throughout Hua, countless disciples of the sect drew their swords and looked at the mountain top with enthusiasm and devout faith..

At the top, Lin Yi walked along the red carpet, slowly moving his gaze over everyone. When he passed by, true disciples, elders, and even great elders knelt down.

The four masters simultaneously cupped their fists and said loudly:

“Congratulations to Master Lin on inheriting Huashan and joining the ranks of the Supreme Experts! Congratulations!”

Lin Yi nodded silently, without saying a word, and walked towards the main Huashan Palace. But on the last step towards the doors, a roar and screams were suddenly heard from the foot of the mountain, like very distant thunder.

There was one last step left, but he did not lower his foot, instead turning towards the great elders.

“Master, the demons are attacking!” Qin exclaimed, gripping the hilt of the sword with both hands.

He was afraid this would happen. Attacking during the ceremony was the best chance the demons ever had.

“They got their warning. There won't be a second one.”

Everyone tensed when they heard these words. But before anyone could say anything, Lin Yi shouted:

“Jin!”

The peak was shaken by the cry of an eagle, fragments of windows that had not yet been repaired began to rattle.

Lin Yi easily pushed off the ground and suddenly flew into the sky. It was not a jump - ordinary students did not feel the difference, they only gasped at the ease of movement, but the four masters felt horror.

Flight!

The dream of all people, the unattainable peak of every martial artist!

There were not five people in the whole world who reached such heights in the art of movement that flight became possible for them! The arts themselves that allowed this were too rare!

Perhaps Lin Yi has already become the greatest in the whole world when it comes to movement.!

Four masters almost fell down from shock.

This young man turned out to be even stronger than their expectations... Again...

“Wait!” Lin Yi shouted from behind Jin. “I'll sort out our little problem and come back!”

Little Jin flapped his wings and rushed to the foot of the mountain like a ray of golden light.

Everyone at the top, looking at each other, ran to the edge as fast as they could - like children.

Only four masters remained standing - not knowing whether to go to their aid or if it was no longer needed?

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Lin Yi, riding Jing, looked ominous. But he wasn't angry about the demon attack during the ceremony.

In truth, he was counting on him.

Why was the ceremony held at such a time, except as a provocation??

This whole army of demons came just to show his strength to Shaolin and the others..

Once he's done with them, no one will dare stand in his way..

And especially the four masters of the Five Mountain Swords. It was their complete submission that he required in order to fearlessly leave Huashan when the time came.

So Lin Yi was glad that the demons were so kind to lend their help and give him a chance to show how sharp his fangs were. Otherwise the ceremony would have been in vain.

In gratitude, Lin Yi will force their corpses to build new mountains, and with their blood he will carve out river beds!

«Cri-i-i! “Jin exclaimed joyfully, as if feeling the emotions of his comrade.”

His golden eyes showed almost the same bloodlust as Lin Yi..

In a few seconds, they descended from the top of Huashan to its foot, and with two wings outstretched like giant blades, they rushed towards the army of demons.

“Monster! The monster is flying!” screamed the demons, who began to scatter to the sides as soon as they saw the golden light shining on the top.

Jin opened his beak and let out another knock-down cry.

But he moved so quickly that his voice reached people only after their heads had begun to fall from their shoulders..

In just a second, a line of blood and corpses hundreds of meters long appeared in the enemy ranks. Bushes, trees, even buildings and siege weapons - everything was scattered to pieces, and some were also dragged along behind them due to the powerful wind.

“Mo... monster... monster...”

The survivors - those who managed to lie down - touched themselves with trembling hands, or tried to crawl out from under the piles of mangled bodies..

Many of them had their backs and necks broken when the multi-ton beast, flying human-sized from the ground at a speed exceeding sound, was blown up by the wind..

They looked up and saw a star lit up in the daytime sky.

“Run! Run-and–”

The screams stopped. Golden lightning has passed the second round.

The blood scattered behind him in a scarlet cloud and remained in the form of fog..

The Huashan disciples, who had been fighting to the death all last day, from dawn to dusk, were now shouting joyfully:

“Long live Master Huashan!”

The whole mountain trembled from their joyful cries and the painful howls of demons.

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“Purple Dragon King! Master Huashan, the Sword God, killed several thousand of our disciples! The army is panicking, they're all running away!”

“What?!" he barked. “I just gave the order to attack! We haven’t even managed to reach the enemies yet! Was this creature waiting in ambush??!”

“It’s not him – that is, not himself! His divine bird is just a monster! One flight over our ranks and everyone is dead! Thousands are dying as we speak! You can't escape from him! No one!”

The Purple Dragon King, gritting his teeth, stood up and walked out of the tent, tearing up the ground under his feet with every step..

The golden star rose into the sky and immediately sank down, stretching behind it a cloud of bloody fog. Pieces of bodies were scattered hundreds of meters.

Someone's hand fell at his feet, splashing blood. There were kilometers to the battlefield.

In front of the divine bird, whether second-class experts or first-class masters made no difference. She crushed them like insects. The Sacred Cult's reports were not exaggerated. Rather, these creatures did not say enough so that the Ming cult would also lose its main troops, and at the same time its advantage in the Western Lands.

The Dragon King heard a crunching sound. His own tooth chipped from how tightly his jaw was clenched..

The divine bird flew through the people, and this time hovered in the sky. Her rider rose to his feet and gazed intently, coolly into his eyes..

Suddenly the anger left, leaving only cold fear in its place..

The Purple Dragon King felt himself begin to tremble.

The Cursed Sword God felt it too. And grinned.

When suddenly the golden bird again flew through the ranks of the vicious cults, tearing everyone apart.

“Retreat! Everyone retreat!” shouted the Dragon King. “All troops retreat three hundred kilometers from Huashan!”

The last fighters who tried to hold the line rushed away like mice.

Roaring, the Dragon King kicked the ground, and the hill on which he stood was blown to pieces..

“Fucking creature! Used my troops to show off! I will kill you, Sword God! Do you hear me, you little bastard?! As soon as I recover, I will kill you and everyone you care about! I'll rip your hands out and make you watch everything you hold dear die.!”

Having smashed several more boulders into rubble in his rage, he began to retreat along with his army.

Four more supreme masters ran behind the Dragon King..

The Blood Saber Gatekeeper roared:

“Fucking Ouyang Min. If it weren't for him, we would have dealt with this bastard here.!”

“Think about wounds. Until we recover, it’s too early to attack. But then... we will kill everyone. We won't let anyone go. We will not take a single prisoner.”

“I will destroy the whole mountain,” the Gatekeeper swore, gritting his teeth. “I won’t leave any stone unturned. I will kill anyone who dares to remember them. Time itself will forget about them!”

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