The was the second time in his life Lin Fan had felt such fury. The first time was when his sect had been destroyed, and he saw the death of his three Senior Brothers before his very eyes.
And this was the second time.
A bunch of b*stards who didn’t deserve to be called humans massacring an entire village all for a treasure they had not even an inkling about.
The skies rumbled furiously as the tension in the air grew at an electrifying rate. Even though Lin Fan did not put much effort into cultivating his Sword techniques specifically, his achievements in them were not to be taken lightly either.
‘Will of the Sword’, ‘King of Swords’ and ‘Firmament Sword’, these three different sword techniques allowed Lin Fan to combine their essence into an entirely unique Sword Will belonging to only him.
Without any wind from the surroundings, Lin Fan was already building up a wall of Sword Will around himself.
Rocks.
Trees.
Grass.
