The Legend of the Netherworld

Chapter 187 Let’s Fight

Lin Xiao's eyes flashed like lightning, instantly scanning for the source of the footsteps. Several figures were rapidly approaching, seemingly unwilling to give him any breathing space.

A cold light flashed in his eyes. Lin Xiao knew that he had accumulated too many enemies, and every duel would attract more prey.

I saw several monks with powerful auras rushing over from a distance. The leader was wearing a black robe, with a stern face and an extremely powerful aura. He had already broken through to the Jiachen realm.

The two people behind him were also full of strength, and it was obvious that they were opponents whose strength should not be underestimated.

"Haha, what a coincidence that I meet you here, Lin Xiao." The black-robed monk sneered, his tone full of provocation.

Lin Xiao's eyes flashed with disdain, and he glanced at the other party coldly, "Who are you?"

The black-robed monk was in no rush to answer. Instead, his followers whispered, "We are monks from Frost Valley. The Valley Master heard of your impressive achievements and sent us to deal with you. After all, you defeated Xiang Shouyi and the Murong family, and they are not to be trifled with."

"Frost Valley?" Lin Xiao repeated in a low voice, as if he was familiar with the name, but there was no fear in his eyes. "You think you can scare me like this?"

"Hmph! Do you really think you can walk out of here easily?" The black-robed monk's eyes were like knives, and his fierce aura pressed down on Lin Xiao. "Since you want to die so badly, then I'll grant your wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-robed monk rushed towards Lin Xiao like an arrow. He put his palms together and immediately released a strong frosty breath, covering the surrounding air and causing the temperature to drop sharply. In an instant, the surroundings were freezing cold, as if he had entered a world of ice and snow.

"Frost Palm!" The black-robed monk shouted softly, and countless frosts appeared on his palms, as if they could freeze everything.

Lin Xiao's expression remained unchanged as he immediately unleashed his "Sword Qi Strike" technique. He swung his sword fiercely, and the sword energy, like a surging river, crashed into the Frost Palm with a powerful pressure. The two forces collided violently in mid-air, a roar resounding throughout the valley.

Frost and sword energy intertwined, the air seemed to freeze, and the surrounding trees were frozen by the cold, branches and leaves breaking one after another. Lin Xiao's body trembled slightly, but he remained steady, swinging his sword continuously, and the surrounding cold air was completely eliminated, and the black-robed monk's offensive was gradually weakened.

"Yes, you do have some strength." A trace of solemnity flashed in the black-robed monk's eyes. It was obvious that Lin Xiao's sword energy was not to be underestimated. "However, I'm afraid you will die here today."

As the words fell, a frost orb suddenly lit up in his hand. Chilling air quickly emanated from it, causing the air temperature to plummet, making it almost impossible to breathe. Lin Xiao suddenly felt an overwhelming chill. His energy and blood seemed to stagnate under the chill, and for a moment, his body struggled to mobilize its strength.

"Extremely cold territory!" A sneer flashed in the eyes of the black-robed monk. He shouted softly, and the light of the orb burst out with a strong frosty breath, instantly freezing the surrounding space. The entire area fell into a severe cold silence.

Lin Xiao's eyes suddenly glared, knowing that he had to fight quickly or he would be completely trapped. Under the suppression of the extreme cold field, his movements became noticeably slower, but he did not give up fighting back.

"Illusionary Skill: Imitating Phantom Moves!"

Lin Xiao immediately channeled his energy, instantly unleashing his magical ability. Although the cold suppressed his movements, he still managed to summon two illusory figures simultaneously, distracting his enemy. Simultaneously, his internal energy rapidly mobilized, and his longsword suddenly emitted a sharp sound, piercing the air. The sword energy transformed into several sharp sword lights, slicing through the frost and fiercely slashing towards the black-robed monk.

"Crack!"

The sword energy cut through the frost, and the black-robed monk's face suddenly changed. He waved his palm to try to block it, but found that his frost palm was weakened by Lin Xiao's sword energy and could not withstand the sharpness of this sword energy at all.

"You... who are you?" The black-robed monk's voice was filled with a hint of fear. He didn't expect that Lin Xiao could fight back so hard in this extremely cold area, and at such a fast speed.

"Frost Valley is nothing but this." Lin Xiao sneered, and his sword energy became even sharper. He forcibly broke through the black-robed monk's defense and swept across with a sword.

The black-robed monk's body trembled violently, his arm cut by the sword energy, and blood flowed out. At the same time, his extreme cold domain began to collapse under the sword energy's cutting. The cold air dispersed, the frost dissipated, and the surrounding temperature gradually rose.

Seeing that his domain was ineffective, the black-robed monk hurriedly retreated with a pale face. He had obviously realized that Lin Xiao's strength far exceeded his own.

"Die!" Lin Xiao's eyes flashed like lightning, and he swung his sword suddenly. The sword light was like the dawn light, sweeping across and slashing towards the heart of the black-robed monk.

The black-robed monk reacted slowly, his eyes filled with fear, and ultimately failed to dodge. He was pierced through by Lin Xiao's sword energy, blood splattered everywhere, and he fell to the ground and died.

The aftermath of the battle gradually subsided. Lin Xiao stood in a piece of frosty ruins, looking around coldly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"The people of Frost Valley are nothing special." Lin Xiao whispered to himself, the long sword in his hand trembling slightly, as if the aftermath of the battle was still echoing.

Lin Xiao frowned slightly, sheathed his sword, and crouched quietly, gently sweeping away the frost fragments and ice and snow around him. His ears twitched alertly, sensing the presence of other forces. He had targeted the ambush on the plain, but the commotion he had caused had clearly attracted more enemies.

He exhaled softly, secretly sensing the changes in the air currents around him, ready to respond to any possible attack at any time. He did not stand up immediately, but first collected the spoils he had found on the black-robed monk, his eyes sweeping across the scattered frost.

Five bottles of poison, dozens of immortal jades, and some dry food—although these things were valuable, they weren't enough to stop Lin Xiao at the moment. His biggest concern was how to handle the upcoming battle. After all, he knew he had become everyone's target.

"These people are really getting harder to deal with," Lin Xiao muttered to himself, his inner vigilance gradually increasing. Although the black-robed monk from Frost Valley had been defeated, this was only the beginning. As time went on, more masters might be quietly approaching, ready to exploit his weaknesses.

At this moment, a rustling sound of footsteps came from the front. Lin Xiao quickly determined that it was the presence of three people approaching this side. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his intuition told him that these three people were not ordinary opponents.

"It seems that I am not the only prey this time." Lin Xiao smiled slightly, and in a flash of his eyes, he had already decided on a countermeasure.

He blended silently into the surrounding trees, his body disappearing into the shadows like a ghost, leaving almost no trace. His aura was so restrained that even the breeze could not leave a mark on him.

Soon after, three people finally appeared in Lin Xiao's sight. The leader was an old man radiating a strange aura, dressed in a gray robe, with a serious expression and sharp eyes. The other two seemed to be his disciples. Each of them had a different aura, but it was clear that they were not simple characters.

"Be careful." The gray-robed old man whispered, his eyes sharp as a knife, "I heard that this kid is not simple, don't take it lightly."

The two disciples nodded, clearly following the old man's instructions. The old man glanced around, sensing any possible threats.

Lin Xiao quietly observed their movements. He had already recognized the old man. His name was Yun Mohan, once a peerless expert at the Jiachen Seventh Realm. He later fell due to some circumstance, his strength greatly diminished, but he still managed to secure a place in the Trial. As for the two disciples, one wore a white Taoist robe and exuded a refreshing aura, while the other wore a black cloak and exuded an eerie aura, as if they were aliens from some mysterious realm.

The three of them stopped, as if waiting for some signal or the appearance of the enemy.

"Is this their tactic?" Lin Xiao analyzed secretly in his heart, knowing that these people were obviously prepared and good at using the environment to hunt down their opponents.

"Hmm?" Yun Mohan suddenly stopped and frowned, "There's movement."

"Master, do you feel it?" The white-robed disciple also keenly noticed the abnormality around him. "Is something approaching?"

Yun Mohan's eyes were like those of a hawk, scanning the surroundings. He seemed to have spotted Lin Xiao's presence, and his gaze was fixed on where Lin Xiao was hiding. "You can hide temporarily, but you can't hide forever," he said coldly. "If that's the case, there's no need to hide any longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Mohan suddenly raised his hand, and a powerful airflow swept out like a storm, instantly blowing the surrounding trees, rocks, and leaves into the air. A flash of alarm flashed in Lin Xiao's eyes, and he quickly restrained his breath, keeping his body close to the ground, and nimbly moved between the trees, trying his best to avoid being caught by the airflow.

However, Yun Mohan seemed to have noticed Lin Xiao's movements. He sneered and suddenly slammed his palms together, unleashing a powerful force. The surrounding air seemed to be compressed, and a deafening sound erupted.

"Breaking Air Palm!" Yun Mohan shouted softly, and his palms pressed towards Lin Xiao with astonishing air-breaking force.

Lin Xiao felt a tremendous pressure coming towards him. He chose not to take it head-on, but instead quickly reacted using his "Dragon Swimming Across the Seas" technique, nimbly dodging to the side. With a resounding bang, Yun Mohan's palm strike struck the ground, causing it to crack. Trees within a radius of dozens of meters were instantly uprooted, sending dirt and dust flying.

After Lin Xiao dodged the attack, he quickly jumped up, drew his sword like a rainbow, and performed the "Sword Dance" to meet Yun Mohan. At the same time, he turned the sword energy into a storm and forced it towards the two disciples.

The two disciples instantly felt the threat of the sword energy and cast their respective spells. The white-robed disciple cast a wind shield to block the sword energy; the black-robed disciple quickly recited the spell, raised his hands suddenly, and released a powerful dark energy, trying to interfere with Lin Xiao's attack.

"Shadow Spirit Sword Stab!" Lin Xiao snorted coldly, and the tip of the sword moved slightly, instantly turning into a shadowy long sword, breaking through the wind shield and dark energy, and piercing straight into the chest of the white-robed disciple.

"**Impossible!"** The white-robed disciple was shocked and reacted instantly, quickly dodging the attack, but his robe was still cut by the sword energy, leaving a deep blood mark.

He backed away in panic, gasping for breath.

A trace of anger flashed in Yun Mohan's eyes. He did not wait any longer, but attacked again. When his palms crossed, the air currents between heaven and earth gathered into a terrifying force again, pressing towards Lin Xiao.

"There's no way you'll escape this time!"

Lin Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing Yun Mohan's energy this time was even more intense than before, pressing down on him like a rolling wave. He took a deep, steadying breath, gripped the hilt with both hands, and the power of the Jiayin Eighth Realm surged within him, pouring into the longsword in his hand.

"Sword Qi Technique!" Lin Xiao shouted softly, and swept the sword across, stirring up a frenzy of sword energy, and went straight to meet Yun Mohan's palm power.

With a resounding bang, sword energy and palm power collided in mid-air, tearing at each other. The powerful aftermath shattered the surrounding trees, and deep gullies appeared on the ground. Lin Xiao used the recoil to quickly retreat, widening the distance between him and Yun Mohan. At the same time, he secretly summoned "Illusionary Body Skill: Imitating Moves Phantom", and two powerful clones quickly appeared on either side of him.

Yun Mohan sneered, his eyes swept over Lin Xiao's clone, and he said softly: "They are just shadows, do you think you can deceive my eyes?"

He waved his hand, and a blade of air swept out, aiming directly at Lin Xiao's two clones. However, just as the blade was about to hit the clones, Lin Xiao's real body took advantage of the momentum and rushed out, turning into a lightning-like afterimage, and the long sword in his hand pierced Yun Mohan's chest.

"Hmph!" Yun Mohan snorted coldly, slightly misstepping his footsteps to avoid Lin Xiao's thrust, and then slapped Lin Xiao's flank. Lin Xiao was already prepared, and his body suddenly turned, avoiding Yun Mohan's attack like a swimming dragon, and with a backhanded sword sweep, it was aimed directly at Yun Mohan's throat.

The two men fought back and forth, sword energy and palm power clashed fiercely in the air. The aftermath of the battle made it impossible for the surrounding disciples to get close, and they could only watch from afar.

Seeing Lin Xiao's sharp swordsmanship, the black-robed disciple's eyes flashed with fear, but he still gritted his teeth and chanted an incantation, preparing to unleash a powerful spell. In his hand, a ball of inky black energy condensed. As the incantation was completed, the ball of energy gradually expanded, releasing a strange and powerful aura.

"Master, be careful, I'm here to help you!" The black-robed disciple roared and threw the energy ball at Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao felt the movement behind him, frowning, and with a flick of his body, he quickly summoned his clone to meet the energy ball. The energy ball exploded in mid-air, emitting a dazzling black light. The shockwave shattered Lin Xiao's clone and forced his original body to quickly retreat several steps.

Yun Mohan seized the opportunity, his figure flashed, and he appeared behind Lin Xiao, slapping Lin Xiao's back with a palm carrying a powerful force.

"Your life ends here!" Yun Mohan's voice was like an icy blade, filled with murderous intent.

A cold light flashed in Lin Xiao's eyes. He had already noticed Yun Mohan's movements. At the moment when the palm force was about to fall, he suddenly turned around, and the long sword in his hand turned into a dazzling sword light, slashing towards Yun Mohan's palm force.

"Sword dances in a whirl of glory!"

The sword light exploded like a whirling hurricane, its powerful energy tearing through Yun Mohan's palm power. The aftermath forced Yun Mohan back several steps. A deep bloody mark was cut into his palm by the sword energy, and blood dripped onto the ground.

Yun Mohan's eyes flashed with anger, and he said in a cold voice: "What a young man in the Jiayin Eighth Realm, he actually managed to hurt me! However, this also ends here!"

Lin Xiao didn't respond, his gaze still calm and sharp. He knew that although Yun Mohan was injured, he still retained his formidable strength, and the other two disciples could join the battle at any time.

"We can't drag this on any longer." Lin Xiao thought to himself. He quickly circulated the energy in his body, preparing to launch his strongest attack to end this battle completely.

"Imitate the move of Phantom·End Sword Shadow!" Lin Xiao shouted softly, and his figure instantly turned into several phantoms, each of which carried an astonishing sword energy, and attacked Yun Mohan and the other two at the same time.

The sword energy was like a violent storm, enveloping the entire battlefield. Yun Mohan and his two disciples were forced to defend with all their might, but Lin Xiao's sword energy was too fierce, gradually suppressing their counterattacks.

Just when the sword energy was about to completely engulf the three people, a low voice suddenly came from a distance.

"Everyone stop it."