The blood rain had barely stopped falling when Grand Elder Xuan and a group of elite elders arrived at the battlefield.
The air still reeked of scorched flesh and metallic blood. Three late-stage Saint Realm experts — or what remained of them — lay scattered across the shattered mountain range like broken puppets.
Lin Feng stood in the center, his black robes completely untouched, the Azure Sovereign Sword already sheathed at his waist. His expression was calm, almost bored, as if he had merely swatted three annoying flies instead of slaughtering powerful experts from major forces.
"Lin Feng!" Grand Elder Xuan's voice carried both shock and worry. "What have you done?"
Lin Feng turned slowly, cupping his fists with perfect etiquette.
"They came for Brother Jian Mo's Heavenly Ruin Sword. I sent them away permanently."
Elder Mei landed beside the Grand Elder, her eyes wide as she scanned the scene.
"All three… killed in such a short time? One of them was a famous flame cultivator from the Crimson Flame Empire's royal branch. The other two were core elders of the Void Sword Pavilion and Blood Shadow Alliance. This… this will ignite a war!"
Lin Feng's gaze remained indifferent.
"Then let war come. Hiding will only invite more dogs to our door."
A heavy silence fell over the elders.
Many of them had watched Lin Feng grow up in the sect — the once-neglected outer disciple who had endured endless mockery.
Now, that same young man stood before them like an untouchable sovereign, casually speaking of war against three of the Heavenly Sword Domain's overlord forces.
Grand Elder Xuan waved his hand, activating a powerful concealing formation that covered the entire area. Only then did he let out a long sigh.
"Come back to the inner peak. We need to discuss this immediately."
As they flew back toward the sect, Lin Feng glanced sideways at the worried elders.
Inside his body, the Nine-Headed Dragon Bloodline churned powerfully. The Destruction Head had grown even more restless after the recent kills, feeding on the lingering resentment and fear left behind by the dead experts.
Back in the forbidden grand hall, the atmosphere was tense.
Jian Mo had already arrived after sensing the battle. He stood beside Lin Feng, the Heavenly Ruin Sword strapped to his back, its destructive aura leaking slightly. The sword seemed pleased with the bloodshed.
"Three Saint Realm experts dead in one night," Grand Elder Xuan said heavily, sitting down. "This is no longer something we can hide. The Heavenly Ruin Sword's appearance has already shaken the entire Heavenly Sword Domain. Now, with these deaths… the three major powers will definitely mobilize."
Lin Feng sat cross-legged on a jade cushion, completely relaxed.
"Good. Let them come. The faster they arrive, the faster I can test my current strength."
Elder Mei frowned.
"You may have grown powerful after the tomb, but you are still only Early Saint Realm officially. Those three you killed were all late-stage. If a Saint King Realm expert descends…"
Lin Feng smiled faintly. The smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Then I will kill a Saint King as well."
His words were soft, yet they carried unshakable confidence that silenced the entire hall.
Even Jian Mo looked at him with a mix of admiration and unease. He could feel that his brother had changed deeply after the tomb. The Lin Feng he knew was ambitious, but never this domineering.
Grand Elder Xuan studied Lin Feng for a long moment before speaking again.
"Very well. Since things have already reached this point, we will change our approach. In three days, the Heavenly Sword Sect will hold the Grand Sword Ceremony. We will publicly announce that the Heavenly Ruin Sword has chosen Jian Mo as its master. We will use the ceremony to attract allies and show our strength."
He turned to Lin Feng.
"You will stand beside Jian Mo as his sworn brother. But… I suggest you keep your full power hidden for now. Let the world focus on the Ruin Sword."
Lin Feng nodded slightly. This aligned perfectly with his own plans.
The Azure Sovereign Sword was his greatest trump card. The more the world chased the obvious threat, the more room he had to grow in the shadows.
"Understood."
The meeting lasted several more hours as they planned the ceremony, defensive formations, and possible escape routes.
When it finally ended, the sky outside had begun to brighten with the first light of dawn.
Lin Feng returned to his private cultivation peak — Sovereign Summit, a newly granted exclusive mountain given to him after the tomb.
The moment he stepped into his cultivation chamber, he sealed the entire peak with multiple layers of arrays.
Then he sat down and fully released his aura.
Boom!
The entire mountain trembled. Azure sword qi surged like a vast ocean.
Behind him, three massive dragon heads slowly materialized — Battle, Sword, and Destruction. The phantom heads roared silently, their eyes glowing with terrifying intelligence.
Lin Feng closed his eyes and began refining the spoils from the dead experts.
Rich Saint Realm essence, rare spirit stones, and several high-grade techniques flowed into him. His cultivation base, which had only recently entered Early Saint Realm, began stabilizing rapidly.
Hours passed.
By the time the sun reached its peak, Lin Feng had fully consolidated his realm. His true combat power now stood firmly at Peak Great Saint, with the ability to threaten low-level Saint Kings if he went all out.
He stood up and tested a new technique.
Azure Sword Art – Domain Stage: Azure Flow Sword Domain!
The entire Sovereign Summit transformed. The air became flowing azure rivers of sword qi. Flowers and trees on the mountain swayed gently as if underwater. Any enemy entering this domain would find their speed drastically reduced while Lin Feng moved like a ghost.
He followed up with Nine Heavens Dragon Tyrant Fist – Tyrant Dragon Emergence!
A massive azure dragon over a hundred meters long roared into existence, smashing into a nearby training mountain. The peak exploded into dust with a single punch, leaving a crater hundreds of meters deep.
Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction.
"Still not enough. I need more."
He then attempted his first Triple Intent Fusion.
Sword Intent + Slaughter Intent + Battle Intent = War God Execution Intent (Early Form)!
The moment the three intents began merging, the sky above Sovereign Summit darkened violently. Thick tribulation clouds gathered at an alarming speed, far heavier than any normal Saint Realm breakthrough should summon.
Lin Feng looked up, eyes sharp.
"So you're watching me again?"
The heavenly pressure descended like a giant hand trying to crush him. His Sovereign Suppression clashed violently against it, creating visible ripples in the sky.
For a brief moment, Lin Feng felt the full weight of the Heavenly Dao's disapproval. A Saint Realm cultivator was never meant to possess such warped, heaven-defying power.
He laughed coldly.
"Come then."
He raised his sword and slashed.
Killing Sword Intent + Azure Flow Sword Domain!
A colossal azure sword light shot into the clouds, tearing a massive hole through the tribulation layer. The pressure retreated temporarily, but Lin Feng knew this was only the beginning. The first true Heavenly Judgment was approaching.
Inside the sect, Jian Mo was also training hard.
The Heavenly Ruin Sword was incredibly difficult to control. Every time he tried to fully synchronize with it, destructive backlash would ravage his meridians. Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes burned with determination.
"Brother Feng is growing so fast… I cannot fall behind!"
By evening, news of the three dead Saint Realm experts had spread like wildfire across the Heavenly Sword Domain.
In the Crimson Flame Empire's imperial palace, the Flame Emperor slammed his throne armrest, cracking the imperial-grade spirit jade.
"Who dares kill my royal elder?! Mobilize the Flame Guard! I want that Heavenly Ruin Sword!"
In the Void Sword Pavilion, the Sword Pavilion Master narrowed his eyes.
"Interesting. A new supreme sword has appeared… and someone strong enough to kill three late-stage Saints. Send the Twin Sword Saints. Bring me that blade."
Deep within the Blood Shadow Alliance's blood fortress, a cold female voice echoed.
"The azure one… I sensed something even more interesting hiding behind the Ruin Sword. Find out everything."
Far above, in even higher realms of the Upper Realm, ancient existences began to stir.
Meanwhile, on Sovereign Summit, Lin Feng opened his eyes after a full day of cultivation.
The third Dragon Head — Destruction — had grown significantly stronger.
He looked toward the horizon where dark clouds were still lingering.
"The Grand Sword Ceremony is in three days," he murmured. "Let the world come. Let them bring their greed, their arrogance, and their so-called geniuses."
Lin Feng's eyes flashed with sovereign light.
"I will show them what true power looks like."