The man in blue seemed completely unaffected by this kind of mental pressure, his expression as calm as ever... and with a hint of cold indifference!

"Of course."

Chapter 13: Plot

"Hmm!?"

Seeing this man in blue named Xuantian Sect openly admit, right in front of Lincoln Sword Sect's demigod-level expert Floating Sword Master, that he had killed one of Lincoln Sword Sect's deacons and three elder masters, Jason Young's pupils narrowed slightly.

As for Michael Bolton, his expression was filled with disbelief.

Is this Xuantian Sect simply arrogant and ignorant, or has he truly become so powerful that he no longer regards their entire Lincoln Sword Sect as a threat? To brazenly admit in front of Lincoln Sword Sect's demigod-level expert Floating Sword Master that he killed one of Lincoln Sword Sect's deacons and three elders!?

"Very well! You even have the guts to admit it."

The chill on Floating Sword Master's face gradually intensified. His gaze at Xuantian Sect was not only filled with mental pressure, but also locked with murderous intent: "Will you surrender yourself, or do I have to do it myself?"

Xuantian Sect looked at Floating Sword Master, this powerful man who felt somewhat familiar to him. In his expression, there seemed to be a trace of reminiscence for the past: "Floating Sword Master, are you so eager to die? But, it's not yet time for the climax. According to my plan, it should be when Samuel Lincoln finishes his speech and officially passes the position of sect master to Eric Longman—that's when I start the massacre. Isn't it a bit early to act now? Can you wait a bit?"

"Start a massacre, start a massacre in our Lincoln Sword Sect!?"

The one who said this was not Floating Sword Master, but rather Grand Sword Sect Benjamin York standing to the side.

Xuantian Sect did not deliberately lower his voice. Not only did Floating Sword Master, Michael Bolton, Jason Young and the others hear him clearly, but even those watching the situation—Benjamin York, Edward Hunt, Morgan, David Young and others—also heard it. Faced with such arrogant words from Xuantian Sect, the three demigod-level experts who were not from Lincoln Sword Sect naturally frowned, while Grand Sword Sect Benjamin York could no longer hold back. He snorted coldly, stood up from his seat, and his gaze, as sharp as a sword, pierced straight at Xuantian Sect.

"You brat, to speak such arrogant words is truly presumptuous. State your name! Under my sword, Benjamin York does not slay the nameless!"

Xuantian Sect glanced at Benjamin York, still wearing that calm smile. Yet, in that smile, no one could sense any warmth; instead, there was a chill like falling into an ice cave: "Too arrogant? As a great villain, a great evildoer, shouldn't my words be as fierce and arrogant as possible? That way, you all can stand on the side of righteousness, with a grand and justified reason to kill me, and thus have no psychological burden. In fact, I think my words are quite polite—at least, I haven't put on a vicious face."

"You brat, you're courting death!"

Hearing Xuantian Sect's words, which were clearly mocking him, a sharp light flashed in Benjamin York's eyes. Two tangible sword beams shot out from his pupils, transforming into two swords of intent that could slay the spirit and soul, stabbing out fiercely.

"Too quick to anger. I haven't even finished all my lines yet."

On Xuantian Sect's face, there was still that half-smiling, half-mocking expression, but now, compared to before, it was even more sarcastic.

"Bang!"

As he spoke, the two sword intents shot out by Benjamin York of Grand Sword Sect dissipated in midair, and a muffled thunderclap seemed to echo through the void.

"Hmm?"

Seeing his sword intent so easily broken, Benjamin York's expression tightened slightly.

This sword technique, using the spirit as a sword, would shake the mind even of another demigod-level expert if caught off guard. Even a legendary expert, though able to withstand such a spiritual sword attack, would surely experience some mental disturbance. Yet this man in blue named Xuantian Sect, after breaking his sword technique, showed no abnormality at all...

Nine times out of ten!

This man in blue named Xuantian Sect must also be a terrifying existence at the demigod level.

In an instant, the expressions of Benjamin York and Floating Sword Master both grew grave. Even Morgan, Edward Hunt, and David Young, who were watching from the side, exchanged glances, each seeing shock in the other's eyes.

As a peer of Lincoln Sword Sect's sect master Samuel Lincoln, Benjamin York personally took action and unleashed a spiritual sword technique attack, which had already alarmed many nearby experts. Most people even shifted their attention from the ongoing succession ceremony to focus on Benjamin York, Floating Sword Master, and Xuantian Sect.

Although the succession ceremony was significant, it was mostly symbolic and rather dull in process. Compared to the ceremony, the fact that someone dared to cause trouble at Lincoln Sword Sect's succession ceremony and even provoked Benjamin York and Floating Sword Master to take action was clearly much more attention-grabbing.

"What is going on?"

Most of the guests turned their attention to Benjamin York, Floating Sword Master, and Xuantian Sect. Naturally, Samuel Lincoln could not remain unaware. He had no choice but to pause the succession ceremony and sternly demand an explanation.