"Break for me!"
He Biao drove the lightning, splitting it directly onto Lin Chen's treasured sword, and a roar suddenly erupted.
If it were an ordinary spiritual artifact, struck by such lightning, it would likely suffer damage even if not destroyed.
But this White Dragon Sword was, after all, the heirloom of the He family. How could it be so easily broken?
Under the impetus of the Spiritual Sword Art, the White Dragon Sword's power remained undiminished, thrusting directly at He Biao's throat.
"What's going on?"
Seeing this, He Biao was stunned.
Good heavens, why does this sword feel a little off?
It looks soft and floaty, yet it's incredibly powerful.
"Heavenly Lightning Tempest, break for me!"
With no time to think, He Biao directly used his strongest killing move.
He knew that Lin Chen, despite appearing to be only at the early Nascent Soul stage, had once been able to kill a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator with this strange sword technique. He absolutely could not be underestimated!
A thunderball formed in He Biao's hand and was hurled directly at the White Dragon Sword.
"Boom!"
The thunderball struck the treasured sword, and sparks of electricity immediately flew.
The White Dragon Sword's initially ferocious momentum had also decreased significantly.
And the thunderball, after repelling the flying sword, did not stop. Instead, it flew directly towards Lin Chen.
Lin Chen had no time to dodge. He was completely enveloped by the thunderball, and the electric light instantly wrapped around him.
"Hahaha, my Heavenly Lightning Tempest is my strongest killing move. Even late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators wouldn't dare to take it head-on. You actually dared to meet it head-on?"
Seeing Lin Chen standing there foolishly without dodging, He Biao burst into laughter.
He had initially thought there would be a tough fight, but he never expected to kill Lin Chen so easily!
Even if Lin Chen had used a secret technique to boost his cultivation to the mid-Nascent Soul stage, he would still be severely injured by his Heavenly Lightning Tempest, even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!
"No good, how could Lin Chen be so careless?"
Long Yuling, watching from the side, became anxious when she saw this.
This Lin Chen was still too young! Relying on a secret technique to boost his cultivation, he didn't take a master like He Biao seriously.
Wasn't this courting death?
"Hmph, it's not that he's careless, it's that he can't dodge at all."
"His cultivation was forcibly boosted by a secret technique. It's likely that his flying sword technique also consumes a lot of spiritual energy."
"When using the flying sword, he probably can't be distracted!"
Long Wumu's eyes gleamed, and he saw through Lin Chen's predicament at a glance.
After all, Lin Chen's cultivation was only at the early Foundation Establishment stage. The gap between him and He Biao was simply too vast!
"Hmm? That's not right!"
However, just as Long Wumu was mentally sentencing Lin Chen to death, a powerful surge of spiritual energy fluctuations came from within the Heavenly Lightning Tempest.
"Crackling."
With a sound of electrical current, Lin Chen's figure slowly appeared amidst the electricity.
Looking at his cultivation, it had actually reached the late Nascent Soul stage!
"What's going on? Can that secret technique boost cultivation by two stages consecutively?"
Seeing this, let alone Long Wumu, almost everyone present stood up, their expressions filled with shock.
They all had secret techniques to enhance their strength, more or less, but most could only boost them by one minor realm.
And the side effects were unbearable for them.
But what about Lin Chen now? He had boosted his cultivation by two entire realms. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would dare to believe it?
"What kind of technique is this?"
He Biao's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.
Good heavens, he thought Lin Chen was dead for sure, but the other party had actually advanced his cultivation within the electric current!
"Hmph, a technique that will take your life!"
"Sword Cuts Through Gold and Stone!"
Lin Chen snorted coldly. The White Dragon Sword, which had fallen to the ground, instantly flew up and grew larger in the air.
Seeing this move, He Biao became extremely vigilant all over his body.
He had personally witnessed Lin Chen kill the mid-Nascent Soul cultivator Zhou Xiang with this move three days ago. He absolutely could not underestimate it!
"Lightning Shield!"
Without thinking, He Biao covered his entire body with lightning, looking extremely terrifying.
"I'd like to see if this sword of yours can break through the defense of my Lightning Shield!"
Feeling the flowing lightning around him, He Biao smiled confidently, watching the enlarged White Dragon Sword descend towards him.
"Gentle Breeze Brushing Willow!"
However, just as the giant sword was half a meter away from He Biao, its previously grand and powerful aura instantly changed.
The speed of a hundred meters per second instantly slowed down.
The White Dragon Sword, at a speed visible to the naked eye, cut towards He Biao's head. The movement was as slow as if it were in slow motion.
"What kind of sword technique is this? Can it even hit someone?"
Seeing this bizarre scene, Long Yuling was even more stunned.
Such a slow sword, it was like an ant crawling. Perhaps even a baby would crawl faster than this sword!
"Pfft!"
However, to everyone's surprise, He Biao, who was covered in the Lightning Shield, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The once imposing Lightning Shield had its strength significantly weakened.
"Second Uncle, this..."
Long Yuling was bewildered, and all the spectators were equally bewildered.
What was happening in the arena now seemed to challenge their common sense.
The sword was still several centimeters away from He Biao, yet how could a cultivator like He Biao, at the late Nascent Soul stage, be spitting blood?
"Spiritual Sense Attack!"
"Lin Chen's fourth sword, seemingly slow, is actually a spiritual sense attack launched using sword intent!"
Long Wumu's old eyes widened, and he explained to the person beside him.
"My heavens, this kid has a natural sword heart!"
Long Wumu was stunned. The thought he had suppressed before surged up again.
Such a sword prodigy, surnamed Lin, and bearing some resemblance to that person, could he truly not be that person's descendant?
"Elder He, do you wish to continue?"
After heavily injuring He Biao with one strike, Lin Chen commanded the White Dragon Sword to hover before He Biao's eyes.
If he dared to refuse, the treasured sword would instantly pierce his chest!
"I surrender... pfft..."
He Biao lowered his head with difficulty, and immediately spat out another mouthful of blood.
He never dreamed that a mere early-stage Nascent Soul youngster could launch a spiritual sense attack!
Was that sword technique perhaps a legendary Heaven-grade cultivation method?
"You few, He Biao has surrendered. From now on, the He family must recognize me as their master. Do you acknowledge this?"
After He Biao surrendered, Lin Chen immediately turned to look at He Long, He Hu, and the others standing nearby.
"This..."
Upon hearing Lin Chen's question, He Long and He Hu exchanged glances, and they saw a ruthless look in each other's eyes.
For them to make the He family acknowledge Lin Chen as their master? Absolutely impossible!