Lin Xian, along with Shen Yue and Lin Yuer, finally reached the center of the inheritance site. Before them stood a massive stone altar, glowing with ancient energy. At the center of it, Shen Tian hovered in the air, surrounded by golden light. A majestic sword floated in front of him, shining brightly as it transferred power into Shen Tian's body.
This was it—the Inheritance of the Fighting Emperor.
Lin Xian's eyes turned cold. "It's time to end this."
He stepped forward and prepared to strike. But just before he moved, Shen Yue and Lin Yuer rushed in front of him, blocking his path.
"No!" Shen Yue shouted.
"Please, Lin Xian," Lin Yuer added, "we know what he did, but we've known him for so long. We can't just stand here and watch him die."
Lin Xian stared at them, his voice calm but sharp. "And what about me? If he lives, I die. Do you think Shen Tian will show me mercy?"
Neither of the girls answered.
Lin Xian's voice dropped to a whisper, filled with cold killing intent. "I won't take that risk. It's him... or me."
A dangerous thought passed through Lin Xian's mind. If they stop me again… I'll kill them too.
His eyes darkened. I never loved them. They were just tools to lower Shen Tian's luck… and now, he's weaker than me.
He slowly reached into his robes and pulled out a glowing red talisman—an Attack Talisman given by the Villain System. It held deadly power and could kill even Core Formation experts.
He didn't want to use it on the girls. But if they got in his way again...
Shen Yue and Lin Yuer looked into his eyes and saw his resolve.
They stepped back, faces pale.
"Do it," Shen Yue whispered. "We won't stop you."
Lin Xian didn't say a word. He activated the talisman.
A thunderous boom echoed as his attack shot forward like a falling meteor, shaking the ground. The stone altar cracked. The wind screamed. The whole inheritance site trembled under the pressure of Lin Xian's power.
Both girls turned away, shutting their eyes tightly.
They couldn't bear to watch Shen Tian die.
Dust and smoke filled the air.
Silence followed.
But then... a glow shined through the fog.
When the dust settled, the girls slowly opened their eyes—only to find Shen Tian still standing. Unharmed.
In front of him floated the ancient Inheritance Sword, pulsing with power. It had blocked the attack completely.
Shen Tian stood tall, his eyes locked on Lin Xian, lips curled into a faint smile.
"You took your time," he said calmly. "I've been waiting for you."
Lin Xian's eyes narrowed.
"What?"
Shen Tian chuckled. "I knew you were following me since the very first trial. I even allowed it. I wanted to see how far you'd go."
Lin Xian felt a chill crawl up his spine.
Shen Tian's voice grew deeper. "You manipulated the girls. You stole my chances. And you thought you could kill me here?"
He raised the sword. "This sword is not just a weapon—it chose me. And now... it will end you."
The pressure in the air changed. Shen Tian's aura rose, and the earth cracked under his feet.
Lin Xian gritted his teeth. "You're still weaker than me in luck. You can't kill me."
Shen Tian smirked. "Maybe. But I don't need luck anymore. I have destiny."