Chapter 103: The Unintentional Sword Realm

"Hey, are you even trying? Put some effort into it..."

"This little bit of refining power isn't even enough to scratch an itch..."

"Hey! Did you hear me? Push harder!"

Lin Cheng taunted Dong Wuwang while searching for a way to break through the barrier.

That’s it! Why not use an array to break an array?

The containment and kill array inside this Purple Gold Gourd surely couldn't compare to the Four Directions Sword Array! How could he have forgotten that?

No sooner said than done, Lin Cheng immediately put away his Heaven-Pointing Sword and took out the sword case. Inside, four sharp swords lay quietly, like beasts in slumber. Forming a seal with his fingers, he flicked them upward. The Slaughter Sword burst from the case like a predator unleashing its fury, surrounded by a bloody glow and exuding a thick aura of slaughter as it took its position in the East.

Next, with a flash of white light, the celestial energy of the Trap Sword spread out, standing proudly in the North like a fallen immortal.

The Execution Sword followed, bursting forth with a cold, ghostly green light, standing silently in the South like a solitary pine.

As he formed another seal, a chilling aura erupted from the case. The Desolation Sword, wreathed in black mist, caused a sense of utter despair in anyone who merely glanced at it.

East: Slaughter Sword. South: Execution Sword. North: Trap Sword. West: Desolation Sword.

The four swords stood in their respective positions, light flickering and sword energy crisscrossing. Suddenly, thunder and lightning roared within the gourd’s space, and the winds shifted violently.

The sword array was complete!

Outside, the crowd watched the Purple Gold Gourd, which had stopped "leaping," and assumed Lin Cheng had exhausted his spiritual energy and could no longer resist. They couldn't help but sigh—had he finally been defeated?

It was understandable. With a gap of two major realms, being able to force Dong Wuwang to use a sect treasure for suppression was already enough to make him stand proud among his peers.

Others looked on with worry, eyes fixed tensely on the stage, hoping for a miracle—hoping to see that figure burst out.

Master Cangfeng’s gaze was calm, though a hint of worry flickered deep in his eyes.

"Will Lin Cheng be alright?" Xu Xin'er asked worriedly.

Han Meng replied, "I don't think so... Given his personality, if he really couldn't hold on, he wouldn't push himself this hard."

Wine Addict added, "Everyone, there’s no need to worry too much. Junior Brother Lin’s strength is far more unfathomable than he has shown. Even with Dong Wuwang driving this heavy treasure, it’s not certain that he can leave Lin Cheng helpless."

Liu Feng chimed in, "Junior Brother Wine Addict is right. If this Purple Gold Gourd were being wielded by Master Ziyang, he might not last a moment, but Dong Wuwang lacks the power to sustain it for long... As long as Junior Brother Lin holds on for a short while, Dong Wuwang will undoubtedly be defeated!"

Lin Hu asked, "But the madman has gone silent. Could he have run out of spiritual energy and be unable to hold on?"

The group fell silent. After all, Lin Cheng had unleashed two terrifying sword techniques in succession; the consumption must have been immense. It was hard to say whether he still had the spiritual energy to resist the refining power of the Purple Gold Gourd.

"Two Senior Brothers, do you think Lin Cheng is in danger?" Li Yuan asked from the Xisha Sect’s observation area.

Yu Zhantian and Wang Zhen exchanged glances and said slowly, "We haven't personally experienced the space inside the Purple Gold Gourd, but I don't think Dong Wuwang has the strength to fully unleash this top-tier treasure... It shouldn't be so easy for Lin Cheng to be defeated."

"I share the same sentiment," Wang Zhen agreed.

The spectators were lost in thought, their minds churning. If there was anyone on the field who wanted Lin Cheng dead, it would be his past enemies.

Dongfang Yu glared at the Purple Gold Gourd with venomous eyes, imagining Lin Cheng inside, suffering through the refining process, slowly melting into a pool of blood.

In the corner, on two jade chairs, Huangpu Zun and Master Zhenyang were exceptionally excited, silently cheering Dong Wuwang on, desperate for him to melt Lin Cheng quickly before he had a chance to beg for mercy or concede.

Seeing that the Purple Gold Gourd had been silent for so long, Dong Wuwang’s mind eased slightly, though he continued to channel his spiritual energy into it without pause. He didn't believe Lin Cheng had perished; perhaps he was waiting in the shadows for the moment Dong Wuwang withdrew his power, only to deliver a fatal blow.

Boom!

Just then, a violent explosion echoed. The Purple Gold Gourd trembled violently, swelling from a few feet in size to several dozen feet, as if it were about to be burst from within. On the surface of the gourd, dense, tiny streaks of sword energy pierced through, colorful and dazzling.

The crowd’s jaws dropped. What was happening? A forced explosion?

This was a top-tier spiritual weapon! Even though it was only one level above a high-grade one, the difference in power and rarity was like heaven and earth. A peak-stage Alchemy Realm expert couldn't destroy such a treasure—could Lin Cheng really do it? It sounded like a fantasy.

Sect Master Ziyang narrowed his eyes, his expression shifting. *This boy cannot be left alive!*

While the crowd was still in shock, the gourd, which had expanded to dozens of feet, suddenly shrank back to its original size.

A moment of silence passed.

Then, a thunderous boom!

A brilliant pillar of light broke through the seal of the gourd’s mouth, shooting straight into the clouds. The clouds across the entire sky were instantly vaporized and dissipated. Dong Wuwang, his spirit damaged, was sent flying backward, coughing up a mouthful of blood, his energy withered.

Lin Cheng stepped out and stood calmly on the stage. A tyrannical sword intent erupted from him, forming a whirlwind that swept across the heavens.

Intent-level Sword Realm!

Having already touched upon this sword intent, he had used this opportunity to break through the barrier and step into the realm of a Great Sword Cultivator. From this moment on, he was a true master of the sword.

This!

The Sovereign of Zhao stood up, staring at the stage in disbelief. He was shocked not only by Lin Cheng entering the realm of a Great Sword Cultivator at such a young age, but more importantly, by the fact that Lin Cheng had forcibly broken the seal of the Purple Gold Gourd—a surge of sword energy he had never seen before.

Sect Master Ziyang and the others also calmed their astonishment and slowly sat down. The shock in his heart was no less than that of those present. No one knew the power of the Purple Gold Gourd better than he did; even though Dong Wuwang had only driven a fraction of its potential, it should have been impossible to escape its containment array.

What secrets was this boy hiding?

The thought lingered in everyone’s minds. Although they tried hard to conceal it, the greed and craving deep in their eyes were still visible.

"He really did have a trump card!" Yu Zhantian said in a deep voice.

Beside him, Li Yuan secretly let out a sigh of relief, her eyes shimmering. *You truly did not disappoint me.*

In the Qingyang Sect, Liu Feng and the others looked at each other and shook their heads with a bitter smile. "We still underestimated Junior Brother Lin..."

Wine Addict sighed, "I’ve lived to this age in vain... After years of cultivation, I’ve only just managed to touch the edge of the Great Sword Cultivator realm, yet Junior Brother Lin has already crossed into it..."

"Our little junior brother is a bit of a monster!" Han Meng sighed as well.

"Great! Now it’s Dong Wuwang’s turn to get crushed!" Lin Pangzi and the others felt no such melancholy, as if this was only natural for Lin Cheng. They laughed, bursting with excitement.

Niu Shisan shouted, "Look! Little Lin is about to show his true power!"

On the stage, Lin Cheng opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them, and with his hands behind his back, he began to walk slowly toward Dong Wuwang.