As Lin Yun’s Battle Intent flared, the Wind Forest Sect disciple facing him froze. He couldn’t help it; the pressure from the Battle Intent was simply too immense. This wasn’t the pressure of a higher Realm, but a suppression that seized the very soul.

To make an enemy submit without a single battle—this was the pressure Battle Intent exerted on a person.

Imagine two people facing off. Before the fight even begins, one is already gripped by fear simply because the other possesses Battle Intent. Wouldn’t you say the scales of battle were tipped from the very start?

To resist the pressure of Battle Intent, one’s Cultivation Realm was almost useless. It all came down to mental fortitude. Only with an unyielding will could one hope to withstand it.

"AHH! I refuse to believe that a mighty Qi Sea Realm expert like me could be suppressed by a mere ant at the Fourth Layer of Opening!" As fear took root in his heart, the man roared furiously and unleashed his Gale Palm, striking down at Lin Yun.

A palm formed from dozens of Wind Blades materialized, and even from a distance, Lin Yun could feel the immense threat it posed.

"Bring it on. Let’s see just how powerful your Wind Forest Sect’s Martial Skills truly are." His Battle Intent surged as Lin Yun brandished the long spear in his hand.

He didn’t use the Wind Thunder Triple Flash. That was his trump card, to be saved for the most critical moment. For now, Lin Yun simply thrust his Overlord Spear repeatedly at the Gale Palm, chipping away at the attack’s Energy.

"Just die!" With the Wind Forest Sect disciple’s furious roar, the Gale Palm slammed into the arena stage. BOOM! The entire platform was instantly pulverized.

And Lin Yun’s silhouette was completely swallowed by the Gale Palm.

"Is he... dead?"

"No way. I thought Young Master Yun was incredibly powerful. He even gave me the urge to fall to my knees in worship."

With Lin Yun gone, the crowd of Martial Artists began muttering amongst themselves. They didn’t understand Lin Yun’s Battle Intent, but the Monk and Daoist, who had been hiding in the shadows, were utterly shocked.

"Battle Intent... Is that kid really just from Yanhuang Country? For someone with Battle Intent to appear in the fringe lands—and at only the Fourth Layer of Opening..." the Daoist and the Monk murmured. The very fact that they recognized Battle Intent was enough to deduce that their identities were anything but simple.

"Haha! Lin Yun, the Opening Realm is still just the Opening Realm! No matter how high your Combat Power, you’re no match for a Qi Sea Realm expert!" the Wind Forest Sect disciple gloated, staring at the spot where Lin Yun had vanished.

But before his words could fade, two soft coughs echoed from the center of the dust cloud. "COUGH, COUGH. Just as I’d expect from a Wind Forest Sect Disciple. Utter trash. And you call yourself Qi Sea Realm?"

Hearing that familiar voice, the disciple’s laughter died in his throat. The surrounding chatter ceased as every eye locked onto the center of the dust cloud.

’What the hell? He took a full-power blow from a Qi Sea Realm expert and didn’t die? Is he even an Opening Realm Martial Artist anymore? Since when did Opening Realm Martial Artists get this strong?’ The crowd was going wild in their minds.

As the dust settled, Lin Yun’s somewhat disheveled figure reappeared. His clothes were in tatters, his body covered in gashes, three of which were deep enough to expose bone.

PTUI... He spat out a mouthful of blood, but Lin Yun remained standing tall, refusing to fall. Still, it was clear he was struggling.

"He took it... He actually survived?" The crowd was dumbfounded. Even though Lin Yun was in a miserable state, the fact that he could take a direct hit from a Qi Sea Realm expert and live was an absolutely mind-blowing feat.

’My Cultivation is still too low. If I were at the Seventh or Eighth Layer of Opening, this wouldn’t have been such a struggle,’ Lin Yun mused with a silent sigh. He figured that if he had the Cultivation of the Seventh or Eighth Layer of the Opening Realm, killing this man would be as easy as reaching into his pocket and grabbing something.

Failing to defeat Lin Yun in a single blow left the Wind Forest Sect disciple aghast. A deep sense of humiliation washed over him. ’A Qi Sea Realm Martial Artist like me... can’t even defeat someone at the Fourth Layer of the Opening Realm?’

"The Wind Forest Sect truly is a cesspool for trash who only know how to prey on the weak." Wiping the blood from his lips, Lin Yun felt his Battle Intent surge once more. The Overlord Spear in his hand trembled as murderous intent erupted from his heart.

His Battle Intent soared and his killing intent saturated the air. The depth of Lin Yun’s hatred for the Wind Forest Sect was palpable; these were the people who had slaughtered innocent villagers, leaving no one alive.

As the honest smiles of the villagers flashed through his mind, Lin Yun’s aura climbed steadily higher.

Faced with this version of Lin Yun, fear blossomed in the Wind Forest Sect disciple’s heart, growing with each passing second. He began to retreat involuntarily. He was terrified.

A Qi Sea Realm expert facing an Opening Realm practitioner. A Qi Sea Realm Martial Artist terrified. To the onlookers, the scene was both absurd and utterly shocking.

"Let me ask you," Lin Yun said, his voice cold as ice. "The small mountain village you massacred... what happened to the little girl named Lan Xi?" Her whereabouts were what he most wanted to know.

"I don’t know! I don’t know! What mountain village? I was never even there!" the man stammered, his voice trembling as he listened to Lin Yun.

The Battle Intent weighed on his heart like a great mountain. At this moment, he forgot all about the Qi Sea Realm and the Opening Realm. Deep down, all he knew was that he could not defeat the man standing before him.

Staring into the disciple’s eyes, Lin Yun saw nothing but terror. He knew the man wasn’t lying, but that wasn’t a reason to spare his life.

"So be it," Lin Yun said. "Today, I will start by killing you. One day, I will march upon the Wind Forest Sect and tear it out by the roots."

An Opening Realm Martial Artist claiming he would annihilate the Wind Forest Sect. Under normal circumstances, anyone hearing such a thing would have thought the man was insane.

But in that moment, no one thought Lin Yun was joking. On the contrary, they felt the Wind Forest Sect was in for a world of trouble. Some of the Opening Realm Martial Artists, influenced by Lin Yun’s Battle Intent, could even envision the sect’s annihilation.

"Die. Wind Thunder Triple Flash—First Flash!" As he spoke, Lin Yun’s spear shot out like lightning. A flash of light, and amidst the Wind Forest Sect disciple’s terrified screams, the jet-black Overlord Spear ran him clean through the chest.

With a flick of his spear, Lin Yun hoisted the corpse into the air. His gaze, glinting with cold light, swept over the other Wind Forest Sect disciples. "Today is merely the interest. I, Lin Yun, swear that as long as I draw breath, the Wind Forest Sect will be annihilated."

Gazing upon the blood-soaked Lin Yun, the nine remaining disciples of the Wind Forest Sect all gasped. Lin Yun’s growth was too fast. Killing a Qi Sea Realm expert while still in the Opening Realm—this feat was beyond their comprehension.

"He actually killed him..." Likewise, Iron Blood and the Blood Refining Ancestor were just as astonished.

It wasn’t just them; even Ye Yunlong’s mouth hung slightly open. His shock was no less than that of Iron Blood and the Ancestor—if anything, it was greater. Lin Yun’s Combat Power was astounding, but his innate talent was even more so.

’I only gave him the Wind Thunder Triple Flash a week ago. He learned the First Flash in a single week, and he even grasped its True Intent? What kind of freak is he? Do even the Five Great Demon Fiends possess such monstrous aptitude?’