Martial Hero Rebirth

Looking to the west, Lin Yi smiled ominously:

“Let's start with you.”

Huashan was called the Western Wall for a reason - it was a stone's throw from them to the territory of the demons. Therefore, it was in that direction that one could escape most quickly.

But no expert could move as fast as Little Jin.

One flap of its wings, accompanied by a loud cry, and kilometers flew far below.

Lin Yi watched the ground closely. As a supreme expert from such a height, he could see an ant tens of kilometers away. Now the aura served as his eyes.

Not even a minute had passed when he noticed on the horizon, in a lonely valley, a black dot that had surpassed all the demons running in the same direction..

Lin Yi opened his eyes in surprise. He did not expect that Yard Lun would run towards the Ming cult.

It’s amazing what lengths people went to because of fear. But in the game he was famous almost as the most devoted person of the Holy Cult.

Meanwhile, people in the settlements that he, and then other demons, ran through, opened their eyes in shock..

Such a hasty escape of the vicious army could only mean one thing - Huashan won. The sect, whose disappearance was a foregone conclusion, was able to fight back.

People couldn't believe it. Even those who adored Huashan did not believe in her victory. This time the enemy was too strong!

Everyone gasped in astonishment, both the commoners and the experts hiding among them..

And then screams of delight began to be heard everywhere, joyful cries began to be heard everywhere, families began to get their best alcohol, tavern owners brought out free beer.

Sacred and Ming, two giants of the vicious world who fought on equal terms with Shaolin, lost to Huashan! Who could have expected such an outcome??!

And even after their master himself, Ouyang Ming, blew himself up just to detain the enemy.

Everyone was sure that the Sword God, who took his place, would have no choice but to watch the extermination of his own sect. “Master for a day” as he has already been nicknamed - some with bitterness, others with a grin.

But how terrible was this young man if he managed to turn the tide of a war that was lost from the very beginning??!

Everything happened too quickly! First, the Purple Dragon King died, and before Courtyard Moon had time to come to his senses, Master Shinshu fell face down into the dirt.

The Supreme Masters could not die so quickly! The death of everyone is a world event! And they fell like ants!

He was terrified, he didn't believe it, he was shaking with fear!

The Sword God is not human! A person can't be that strong! This young man entered the fist world some eight years ago, and the Violet Dragon King himself, one of the greatest experts in the fist world, perhaps the strongest and most experienced master of the Ming Cult, could not cope with him.!

Courtyard Long no longer doubted that the Sword God had reached the level of Nangong, the Master of the Sacred Cult, and he was one of the five strongest in the world, no less.!

So all that was left was to run, run, run! Run as if he is already behind you! Run as if the bowstring had already cracked under tension.!

Having ascended to the rank of supreme experts, he forgot about fear - such people died only when they made mistakes. But what mistake did the five of them make?! Everything had to end in one day! They should have won, not run away like frightened mongrels!

He was lucky enough to react quickly and break out of the encirclement of the Five Mountain Swords masters. Now, two, if not three hundred kilometers from Huashan, he could breathe easy.

Almost collapsing from fatigue, Lun leaned on a tree and tried to catch his breath. He had spent almost all the energy of the meridians, but now, having closed the distance so much, he had probably disappeared from both the cursed Sword God and his unholy beast.

Finding a person at this distance is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

Lun fell on his ass - he still couldn’t catch his breath - either from running, or from fear.

But nothing. Now I could rest a little.

He leaned his back on the tree trunk, looked up at the sky, and his eyes almost fell out of their sockets..

A few kilometers away, a bird hung in the air, flapping its wings. A man in the clothes of Master Huashan, with a bow drawn, looked into his eyes coolly.

“N-no...” muttered Lun.

He jumped to his feet and was about to beg for mercy when he heard a whistle, a pop, and saw a hole in the place of his heart..

“H-how?..”

He fell to his knees and fell face down into the dirt..

His eyes remained wide open. The face is forever distorted with horror.

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Lin Yi glanced at the system notification. Five hundred million experience, turned into a billion due to the bonus.

Yard Lun ran incredibly fast - it’s not surprising that he was used for the most urgent messages. But in strength he was not even close to the Violet Dragon King.

There were two more left. Two billion more experience - if not more.

Smiling with pleasure, Lin Yi jumped to the ground to retrieve the arrows and returned to the sky with Jin.

It only took him a few minutes to hunt. But the other two masters could have crossed another hundred kilometers during this time.

Frankly speaking, their salvation lay in stopping and not running anywhere - to sit down near Huashan.

But who among them would have thought that Lin Yi, so young, would be so experienced in tracking down enemies??

“Now go south, let’s go there right away,” he said, calm and contented, as if on a walk or quail hunt.

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Ouyang Jin, the owner of White Camel Villa, suddenly discovered that Courtyard Long had disappeared. Without thinking twice, he did the same and from that moment he ran without stopping or looking back, not daring to take a breath, until he broke out of the territory of Huashan.

Only then, exhaling a sigh of relief and staggering from fatigue, he went out into the small town and headed towards the teahouse..

He was extremely thirsty. And at least a little respite was needed to restore inner strength.

In this city, on the edge between the territories of vicious cults and righteous sects, mixed on its streets with people of all sorts, no one noticed a man in the shabby robes of the Western lands.

Who would have thought that the owner of the White Camel Villa, one of the greatest supreme experts, was sitting at the street table with them? Seeing the king in a diner is not so surprising.

Which he was only too happy about. No one recognized him, so he did not have to worry about someone sending a dove to Huashan.

Leaning on the back of the chair, he stretched and almost screamed in horror..

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