Martial Hero Rebirth

While the demons ran as fast as they could, Huashan rejoiced. The students shouted and screamed with joy. Anxiety and sadness were washed away by the blood of enemies.

“They're running! They are running from us! Ha ha ha!”

“Finally! These creatures are gone! Gone!”

“We've lost so many... but they're finally leaving. This is a victory. We won!”

“And again, all thanks to the elder brother - oh, that is, Master Lin Yi. He single-handedly forced two hundred thousand enemies to retreat!”

“Long live Master Huashan!”

“Long live Master Huashan!”

“Long live Master Huashan!”

At some point, everyone picked up one cry and the mountain trembled from thousands of voices shouting in one tone.

Lin Yi stood astride it while the divine beast leisurely flew around the entire Huashan, enjoying the screams and joyful looks of the sect disciples.

The true disciples and elders of Huashan, who had disobeyed the Master to run to the rescue, were now running as fast as they could back to the top until he saw.

Only four masters stood on the edge of the peak and watched in horror the retreating black dots.

Lin Yi's pet alone was able to force two hundred thousand demons to retreat. In just a few seconds, thousands, if not tens of thousands of enemies fell.

How strong is the owner of a divine beast then? What could they do together? Who could stop them?

All four stood silently. Now their help to Mount Hua resembled some kind of children's play. A simple appearance of support. Political game.

Why are they needed if Lin Yi single-handedly repelled all the forces gathered by the vicious cults??

The rise of Huashan began. No. It's already happened.

As long as Lin Yi is with them, there will not be a single cult or sect that can stand in their way.

And none of them knew what was more terrible: the strength of Lin Yi, or the frenzy with which the Huashan disciples supported him.

They looked like madmen who believed in him as a god.

Like in the Sword God.

Even Master Jingxuan, despite the good relations between Northern Hengshan and Huashan from time immemorial, stood pale as chalk.

Relationships are one thing. But everyone understood perfectly well what Lin Yi had done.

He showed his strength. To intimidate the four of them.

Openly said who is in charge now.

And they couldn't do anything. Just obey.

Otherwise he won't need to do anything. The order maintenance team—the most elite warriors of the Five Mountain Swords—and their own top disciples shouted in his support louder than anyone else on Mount Hua. He won't have to do anything. The younger generation will get rid of the old people themselves if they dare to stand in their way.

Only now they realized what had been happening for several years.

From the very beginning, every decision, from the exchange of techniques to the Five Mountain Sword Formation, was all made to turn him into a master of all five sects.

They were forced into submission because of the war. But they didn’t notice that the most important, most terrible and dangerous rival was at the head of everything.

All the disciples of the Five Mountain Swords supported Lin Yi, without exception. And the future belonged to them, not to the elders or masters.

It was too late to resist. The ruthless and powerful Lin Yi, even if he doesn’t kill, will make sure that they will have to spend the rest of their lives as pawns.

Was there really nothing left? Was there really only one choice??

“Long live Master Huashan!”

«Long live the Master of the Five Mountain Swords...»

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After flying around the mountain a few more times so that all the true disciples had time to return to the top, Lin Yi patted Jin on the back of the head and asked him to return to the red carpet.

Letting out a cry and tactlessly flying upward at the same moment as the last students climbed to the top, Jin spread his wings and landed lightly on the mountain - yet raising a column of dust and causing the last fragments to fall from the broken frames.

Jumping from it and walking through the air with a light, invisible gait, Lin Yi landed on the path without making a noise or bending his legs..

The true disciples of Huashan immediately got down on one knee and drew their swords, joining the cry of the entire mountain:

“Long live Master Huashan!”

The elders also knelt down. The last were the great elders Qin, Yu, and Linghu. Their faces looked no less idolized than the rest.

“Long live big brother!” The entire order maintenance team shouted at once, kneeling down and gripping the hilts of their outstretched swords with both hands..

When all the knees on the mountain, not counting the five couples, were bowed, Lin Yi's great, doubtless gaze settled on the four masters.

There was no emotion in his face or aura. But in the deepest depths of their souls, even they felt fear.

Their main disciples, with the same fanaticism as everyone else, knelt down. They sincerely congratulated... and just as sincerely obeyed.

Looking over them as if ripping off all sorts of veils, Lin Yi silently passed by. Like they didn't matter.

Standing at the door of the main palace, Lin Yi turned back to everyone and calmly said:

“You all are the pride and honor of Huashan. Continue to work for our common future, brothers and sisters.”

Taking the sword from his belt and handing it to the squire, Lin Yi entered the hall.

The doors closed behind him.

Everyone on the top of the mountain fixed their gaze on the four masters.

They didn't say anything, just looked at each other and followed him into the palace..

Then the thirteen great elders of Huashan, the great elders of the Five Mountain Swords, the main disciples of the Alliance, came in, and only then the remaining true disciples.

The palace could hardly accommodate such a crowd, but still there was a place for everyone.

Lin Yi took the master's sword from his belt and took the throne, placing the blade on his lap.

The craftsmen sat on both sides of him - noticeably lower than he sat.

Further are the elders, even further are the true disciples, sitting in the lotus position on special pillows.

«Boom! Boom boom! Crrrr...»

Fireworks popped outside. For almost five minutes everyone sat in silence, waiting for the flashes to stop..

But this was already a simple tradition. Everything was decided for everyone when Lin Yi, riding a divine beast, forced an army of two hundred thousand people to retreat.

The dazzling and amazingly beautiful fireworks that showed the strength of the past masters of the sect were simply a worthless spectacle compared to the mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

As soon as the noise stopped, Lin Yi rose to his feet, still holding the blade in one hand..

Again he slowly looked over everyone - cold as a sword.

“I, Lin Yi, accept the title of Master of Huashan. From now on and forever and ever!”

All eyes eagerly turned to the four masters, and as soon as they clapped - less than a second later - the hall was filled with a deafening noise of clapping, loud and fanatical as a tropical rainstorm crashing against the armor of an entire army.

Lin Yi raised his hand, the clapping gradually, reluctantly died down.

“I will fulfill Master Ouyang's first and last wish - I will protect Huashan. But not only that. I will give Huashan what she deserves! I swear that all evil cults will be defeated! I swear that I will lead the Huashan disciples until the last demons of Black Forest Rock and Bright Peak perish! I swear that I will exterminate all the demons of the evil cults and avenge Master Ouyang!”

Everyone was already raising their hands to clap, when suddenly Lin Yi clenched his blade until it rang and the entire hall was filled with such an aura that some true disciples fell on their backs. It was as if the air had become heavier than steel, as if an invisible hand was squeezing not their throats, but their entire bodies. Even the four masters couldn't breathe.

But that was just the beginning.

Following the air, the light disappeared. The entire world was drowned in the will of the sword, white and shining - the only dazzling brilliance remaining in the boundless black void. In a huge blade, the size of the whole world.

The walls themselves disappeared. There was nothing left because nothing could stand in the way of this blade.

Both disciples and elders felt their very souls tremble. The four masters opened their mouths in amazement.

“Will of the Sword...”

They couldn't believe that Lin Yi's sword will would be so powerful.

But even that was just the beginning.

The will became stronger. And at the same time, imperceptibly and tirelessly, the trembling of the blades increased.

Shock turned to horror. With their hearts sinking, all four masters uttered the same words: “Sword God!».

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