LONG TIAN: THE DRAGON'S SECOND CHANCE

Ch 3

The anger finally exploded.

The moment they saw the Dragon God Cultivation Manual turn into ashes, all the martial artists surrounding Long Tian could no longer suppress their emotions. They had come from various academies, clans, and sects with the goal of obtaining the manual, but with a single attack, Long Tian had destroyed all their hopes.

For some of them, the manual had been an opportunity to change their fate. For the sect leaders, the manual was an inheritance that could increase the strength of their organizations several times over.

Now, all of it had disappeared with the rain, while the person who had destroyed it stood right before them with a mocking smile.

"Kill him! Do not give that old bastard another chance to breathe! Even though he is the Sword Saint, he has destroyed something that should have belonged to all of us today. I want to see whether an old man whose body is already covered in wounds can still survive when every expert here attacks him at the same time!"

That roar became the signal that started the massacre.

Dozens of experts immediately charged toward Long Tian from all directions. Swords, spears, sabers, axes, and various other weapons struck simultaneously, causing the air around them to tremble violently.

However, Long Tian did not retreat.

Instead, he calmly stepped forward and moved his sword in a simple yet incredibly fast arc. His body moved using the movement technique he had practiced for decades, making his steps appear like a shadow passing through the rain.

Slash!

Blood sprayed into the air.

The two people closest to him did not even have time to realize what had happened before their bodies were torn apart and collapsed onto the ground.

Long Tian did not stop.

He spun around and slashed backward to block the attack of an expert attempting to stab him in the back. Then, using the momentum of the attack, he leaped several meters into the air and avoided three weapons that nearly struck the place where he had been standing.

Clang!

His sword collided with his opponent's sword.

Clang!

Another slash struck a spear.

Clang!

A massive axe slammed against his sword, sending sparks flying.

Although the sword in Long Tian's hand was not a treasured weapon, the power contained within every one of his movements far surpassed what an ordinary expert could imagine.

The inner energy he had accumulated over decades flowed through his arm and into the sword, allowing an ordinary weapon to unleash power that could even rival high-grade weapons.

Long Tian continued moving.

He did not care about the wounds that continued to appear on his body.

A spear pierced through his shoulder.

He allowed it.

A sword cut across his ribs.

He did not retreat.

A palm struck his chest, causing blood to spray from his mouth.

He merely wiped away the blood with his hand before smiling.

"Hahaha... so this is what it feels like to fight to the death after living with hatred for decades. You know something? I used to think that one day I would die after taking revenge for everything I had lost. But now I realize that death does not always come after someone obtains what they desire. Sometimes, a person simply has to walk until they reach the final boundary of their life, then accept the fact that everything they fought for may never belong to them."

An expert attacking him from behind roared angrily.

"Stop talking nonsense, Long Tian! You are old and dying! How much longer do you think you can hold on? Look at your own body! Your blood is already flowing like rainwater, and no matter how powerful your inner energy is, the human body still has its limits! Today marks the end of the Sword Saint's legend!"

Long Tian turned around and smiled.

"You are right. The human body does have its limits, and I have felt those limits for a long time. But there is one thing you do not understand. When someone no longer has anything left to protect, their fear of death will gradually disappear as well.

"You are still afraid of dying because you still have many things you want to enjoy, while I have already lost almost everything. So before this body truly stops moving, I will make sure that as many of you as possible accompany me on my final journey."

BOOM!

Sword energy erupted once again.

Long Tian slashed.

A head flew into the air.

He turned around.

Another body collapsed.

However, there were simply too many enemies.

Even a Sword Saint eventually had his limits.

Time continued to pass.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Half an hour.

The ground of Devil Mountain had already been transformed into a sea of blood.

Corpses were scattered around Long Tian, but more and more wounds appeared on his body.

Eventually, a sword pierced through his abdomen, a spear impaled his thigh, while two other weapons pierced through his shoulder and side.

Long Tian was still standing.

His hand was still gripping his sword.

But his body could no longer move.

A young man who had been standing some distance away finally walked closer. He had not participated in the attack and merely looked at Long Tian with admiration.

"I have to admit something. Although we are on opposite sides, I truly admire you, Senior Long Tian. In this era, I rarely see someone who can still maintain his dignity when standing on the verge of death. If one day I reach your age and still possess the courage to stand like this, perhaps I can say that my life was not wasted."

Dozens of pairs of eyes immediately turned toward him.

Several experts even showed displeased expressions.

The young man immediately raised both hands and smiled.

"Do not misunderstand. I am not here to help him, nor do I intend to seize the manual that has already turned into ashes. I came to Devil Mountain only because I heard that the Lord of the Ice Island was also heading here.

"I was curious whether the legend that has existed for decades would truly appear before me. So do not consider me your enemy simply because I showed a little respect to a man whom I believe deserves to be respected."

The moment his final words fell, everyone's expressions suddenly changed.

Several people immediately turned their gazes toward the sky.

A cold sensation slowly enveloped Devil Mountain.

The falling rain suddenly transformed into tiny pieces of ice.

Then, a figure slowly appeared within the mist.

A young woman.

She wore a long white robe that fluttered in the wind. Her black hair flowed down past her waist, while her face was so beautiful that even experts who had lived for decades found it difficult to look away.

Her body floated several meters above the ground.

However, Long Tian, who was still conscious, immediately realized that the woman was not actually flying.

She was using her inner energy.

Stepping on the air with inner energy and causing one's body to float was not a technique that just anyone could perform. Even among high-level experts, only a handful of people were capable of doing it.

And those who could perform it so effortlessly could be counted on one hand.