He was then pointed a sword at him.

Once again, someone pointed a sword at me.

Damn it, hateful, that damned Lin Bufan.

A memory flashed through Emperor Mingde's mind: many years ago, because of the Langya King incident, he had been nearly killed by Li Hanyi, who had his throat stabbed with a sword.

Today, he was once again held at the throat by a sword by someone connected to Li Hanyi.

Li Hanyi's husband, right? You two always like to oppose me.

One day, I will surely take you all…

"Cough, cough, cough, cough."

Overwhelmed with anger, Emperor Mingde coughed violently.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

"Should we invite the little miracle doctor back?"

The two supervisory commissioners were concerned and asked questions.

Emperor Mingde covered his mouth, forcing himself to stay afloat, "I'm fine, cough cough, I..."

Having some difficulty speaking, Emperor Mingde gestured for Jinxuan to come closer and said in a high-pitched voice, "Sword Immortal Lin is not convinced by me, you know what to do, right?"

Jinxuan replied, "I know, I'll make sure he never leaves Qianjintai."

"That would be best. I will rest in the back and watch your competition. You may begin now."

With the help of several chief eunuchs and Marquis Lanyue, Emperor Mingde retreated to sit several feet away.

He was surrounded by the Four Supervisors, Dong Zhu, Qi Tianchen, Ye Xiaoying, and Lan Yuehou, with guards carrying swords protecting him.

Lin Bufan's sword intent could not reach him, nor could it harm him.

Of course, with so many experts here, it would be difficult for Lin Bufan to injure him.

"Imperial Preceptor, in your opinion, what is the cultivation level of this Sword Immortal Lin?"

Leaning back in the comfortable chair, Emperor Mingde felt a little better and asked Qi Tianchen.

After sensing it for a moment, Qi Tianchen replied truthfully, "Probably at the peak of the Heavenly Realm Great Freedom."

"A mere Grandmaster of the Heavenly Realm?" Emperor Mingde was quite surprised. "With this level of strength, he could kill Zhao Yuzhen?"

Qi Tianchen said, "Zhao Yuzhen was not killed by him, but forced to her death; it was suicide."

"I knew it! How could he possibly kill Zhao Yuzhen? It turns out she committed suicide. Jinxuan, you're at the half-step Divine Realm, don't lose to a mere Heavenly Realm Great Free Spirit."

"Your Majesty, rest assured, this servant will not lose to him."

Jin Xuan considered herself to be a cut above her opponent, saying that even Sikong Changfeng couldn't do anything to him, let alone a mere Lin Bufan.

There is one concern: if the two of them draw their swords at the same time, even if the emperor is not injured, the Thousand Gold Terrace will surely collapse.

Why not try something new with this newly promoted sword immortal?

"Sword Immortal Lin, Qianjin Terrace is a place for gambling, not for fighting. How about we make a bet?"

"Are you choosing how you're going to die? Tell me."

Lin Bufan listened attentively for the time being.

Jinxuan said, "Let's compare our internal strength. You and I will sit down face to face and strike each other with our palms. Let's see who has the deeper internal strength. If you can force me back even half a step, I will give you my life."

"You want to die like this? Then so be it." Lin Bufan readily agreed.

"If you take even half a step back, you will die."

"no problem."

no problem?

You actually raised a question?

Jinxuan was a little incredulous because Lin Bufan had agreed so quickly.

Everyone in Tianqi City knows that Jin Xuan's inner strength is far superior to that of the Furious Sword Immortal, and also far surpasses that of ordinary half-step Divine Travelers.

Fifty years of refined swordsmanship and internal energy is no joke.

"It's starting to look promising."

Emperor Mingde said in a lazy tone, "Even Sikong Changfeng wouldn't dare to compete with Jinxuan in internal strength. This Sword Immortal Lin is ignorant of his own limitations. It's good to teach him a lesson."

Grand Tutor Dong Zhu chimed in, "It's not just suffering; if he loses, he'll lose his life."

Qi Tianchen sighed inwardly: What a pity for a newly promoted sword immortal. If he were to compete with Jin Xuan in sword intent, he might have a chance of winning, but if it came to internal strength, he would definitely suffer a defeat.

Lan Yuehou and Ye Xiaoying were also worried about Lin Bufan, because Lin Bufan seemed to have some connection with the Prince of Langya and also had a relationship with the Prince of Yong'an.

Those are our own people, and they're going to die here today?

Xiao Chong couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Lin, how confident are you in your ability to compete with Jin Xuan in internal strength?"

Lin Bufan said calmly, "I'm 99% sure."

What, 99%?

His words were startling, and the Qianjintai was in an uproar, with everyone criticizing Lin Bufan for talking nonsense and being ignorant of his own limitations.

Even the number one sword immortal wouldn't dare say something like "99% chance".

He's a newly promoted sword immortal who defeated Zhao Yuzhen, who was second only to Zhao Yuzhen. So what gives him the right to say something like "99% success rate"?

The key point now is not swordsmanship or sword intent, but internal strength.

In terms of internal strength, even Qi Tianchen wouldn't dare say he could definitely defeat Jin Xuan.

"Hehehe." Jin Xuan laughed, looking at Lin Bufan with the eyes of someone looking at a clown, "Young people are just arrogant."

Lin Bufan retorted, "If you're not arrogant, are you still a young man?"

"Now you'll pay the price for your arrogance."

Jin Xuan suddenly shouted, her eyes flashing with murderous intent, and swung her large hand towards Lin Bufan.

Lin Bufan returned the palm strike, and the two palms collided, unleashing a deafening roar.

A battle between a peak Heavenly Realm cultivator and a half-step Divine Traveler—this is a battle of top-tier experts.

As everyone expected, Lin Bufan should be no match for Jin Xuan.

But it can hold out for a while.

Unexpectedly, less than five breaths after their palms collided, Jin Xuan's clothes ripped apart and shattered on the ground.

I also vomited blood violently, and my flesh and blood inside my body seemed to be churned and twisted.

"You... are you really a young man? Why... do we feel that you... have three hundred years of cultivation?"

After saying this, Jinxuan's legs gave way, and she knelt on the ground in pain, blood still gushing from the corner of her mouth.

Lin Bufan swung his palm again, "There's no point in saying more. You lost, so I'll take it."

Bang!

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Lin Bufan killed Jin Xuan with a single palm strike.

After finishing, he said with high spirits, "The matter of attacking Snowmoon City can be put on hold."

"He actually killed Grand Eunuch Jinxuan," some people whispered among themselves.

"A mere half-step into the Divine Realm, killing with a mere flick of the wrist, two palm strikes and he's dead." Someone else sighed in admiration behind his back.

"The White King has found a good helper; the Red King is in for trouble," someone whispered in the background.

"But Ke Jinxuan is ostensibly the Emperor's person, and you say the Emperor is now..."

As they were discussing this, Emperor Mingde stood up angrily and agitatedly from his seat, rebuking Lin Bufan: "I gave you the opportunity to fight Jinxuan, not to kill him."

"If he wins against me, he will kill me too. Isn't that something you've tacitly approved?"

Lin Bufan remained calm and composed, slowly raising the hand that had killed Jin Xuan, and staring directly at Emperor Mingde.

"If you want to avenge him and attack me, then let's see who stands last."

"You...do you intend to assassinate the king?"

Emperor Mingde stumbled, roaring, "No one has ever dared to speak to me like that before! You rebellious sword immortal, how dare you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Emperor Mingde was so angry that he fainted.