Ten Thousand Dragons Technique

Chapter 711: Chapter 709: It’s the Sword Control Technique!

Clan Leader Jin was overjoyed.

Last time, that Lin Xuan had gotten lucky and escaped Jin Yao’s pursuit. But this time, his target wasn’t so lucky. This time, they had found their target and successfully killed him.

However, the steward frantically shook his head. "No, it’s not Lin Xuan who died."

Clan Leader Jin was taken aback. "Not Lin Xuan? Then who?"

"It was Young Master Jin Ze who died!"

"What?" Clan Leader Jin’s eyes widened, his expression dazed. "Jin Ze is dead? What kind of joke is this?"

His expression darkened as he glared fiercely at the steward. "Do you dare joke with me like this? Do you not want to live anymore?"

As he spoke, a monstrous power swept out. Clan Leader Jin was a true Martial Emperor, and the aura he emitted was enough to suppress everything in his path. The steward instantly dropped to his knees, his body trembling.

He hurriedly said, "How would I dare lie? It’s true! The Sacred Institute sent a message saying Young Master Jin Ze died in Lion Moon City."

"How could this be?" Clan Leader Jin felt the world go dark and nearly fainted. He never expected that the one who died wasn’t Lin Xuan, but his grandson, Jin Ze.

What exactly happened?

He immediately sent a message to the two six-star Grandmasters, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea; there was no response. Clan Leader Jin’s last glimmer of hope was extinguished.

It seemed there really was a problem.

"AAAAH!"

He roared to the sky, his voice shaking the heavens and the earth. The entire Jin Family was alarmed. Countless clan members rushed out of their homes, looking into the distance.

"What’s going on? That’s the Clan Leader’s roar."

"Could something big have happened?"

After a long while, Clan Leader Jin’s roaring gradually subsided. He had calmed down. He looked at the steward kneeling on the ground and asked, "Where is Jin Ze’s body?"

"In the Sacred Institute."

"Let’s go. To the Sacred Institute."

Clan Leader Jin waved his hand and soared into the sky.

「Heavenly Dao Sacred Institute」

Inside a certain palace, Clan Leader Jin saw Jin Ze lying there. His eyes immediately turned bloodshot.

"Grandson!"

He rushed over to Jin Ze’s side. Examining his condition, he found that Jin Ze’s aura was completely extinguished. There was no way he could be brought back to life.

"How could this happen? How could my grandson die?" Clan Leader Jin roared frantically, like an enraged lion.

The entire hall trembled from the force of his cry. Fortunately, an array within the hall immediately activated, protecting the building. Otherwise, it might have been instantly reduced to dust.

"Clan Leader Jin, please calm down," the vice dean said in a deep voice as he walked over.

Clan Leader Jin took a few deep breaths to compose himself and then asked, "What exactly happened?"

The vice dean waved a hand, beckoning Liang Shaotian over. "Tell Clan Leader Jin everything you know."

Liang Shaotian then recounted in detail everything he had witnessed. After listening, Clan Leader Jin’s expression remained dark and uncertain.

According to Liang Shaotian, a purple mist appeared and enveloped the heavens and the earth. This must have been the work of the Jin Family’s two six-star Grandmasters. That purple mist was the Purple Smoke Sky Net. By all rights, the plan should have gone smoothly, and Lin Xuan should have been the one to die. But why was it Jin Ze instead? He couldn’t understand it. Something must have happened in the interim. Could a master from the Demon Sect have really intervened?

Clan Leader Jin asked again, "Besides Jin Ze, who else died?"

If a master from the Demon Sect had made a move, everyone present would have likely perished. This Liang Shaotian must have been lucky to survive by chance.

However, Liang Shaotian replied, "At that time, besides Jin Ze, everyone else was alive."

"What?" Upon hearing this, Clan Leader Jin’s expression instantly turned ugly. Only Jin Ze died.

How could this be? This definitely wasn’t the work of a master from the Demon Sect. If the Demon Sect had acted, they wouldn’t have killed only Jin Ze; they would have slaughtered all the Saint Academy disciples present.

He then asked, "Who was there?"

Liang Shaotian listed all the disciples who had been present. When Clan Leader Jin heard Lin Xuan’s name, his face grew even grimmer.

That boy is still alive. Could it have been Lin Xuan? The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed. Only Lin Xuan had a grudge against Jin Ze. Lin Xuan would only kill Jin Ze and not harm anyone else.

Thinking of this, he said coldly, "I don’t believe this was the work of the Demon Sect."

His words shocked everyone present. If not the Demon Sect, then who did it? All eyes turned to Clan Leader Jin.

Clan Leader Jin gritted his teeth and spat out a name. "Lin Xuan!"

"It was Lin Xuan who did it," he declared. "He has a grudge against my grandson. He must have been the one who killed Jin Ze."

"What? Lin Xuan?" An uproar swept through the crowd.

But Liang Shaotian shook his head. "That’s impossible. Setting aside the grudge between them, and considering Lin Xuan’s strength alone, there was no way he could have escaped the purple mist. I, a fourth-rank disciple, was trapped. How could Lin Xuan possibly have gotten out?"

Clan Leader Jin, however, said through clenched teeth, "What if that boy got lucky? What if he really did manage to get out? He must have seized that opportunity to kill Jin Ze."

As he spoke, Clan Leader Jin’s eyes reddened. He looked at the vice dean and said, "This Lin Xuan violated Sacred Institute rules by killing a fellow disciple! You must not let him go. I hope you will hand this culprit over to us, the Jin Family, to deal with personally."

Could it really have been Lin Xuan? The crowd began to murmur among themselves.

The vice dean, however, shook his head. "Clan Leader Jin, calm down. It was not Lin Xuan who did this."

"Vice Dean, are you still trying to protect that boy?" Clan Leader Jin demanded angrily. "Your Sacred Institute is unjust!"

The vice dean’s expression grew solemn. "Our Sacred Institute does not protect anyone," he said in a deep voice. "If Lin Xuan really did it, we would certainly not let him go. But that is not the case. Carefully examine the wound on Jin Ze’s body. It’s a sword wound, and not an ordinary one."

"The residual aura on this wound is incredibly sharp. This is the Sword Control Technique. The Sword Control Technique of the Holy Land of Dayan."

"What?" Clan Leader Jin’s pupils shrank drastically upon hearing this. He couldn’t believe it. He rushed over and examined the body carefully.

The more he investigated, the uglier his expression became. He had been too consumed by grief earlier to notice. Now, after a careful examination, he realized it was indeed the aura of the Sword Control Technique. This meant Jin Ze had been killed by the Sword Control Technique. And the only ones who knew the Sword Control Technique were from the Holy Land of Dayan.

This meant Jin Ze was killed by someone from the Holy Land of Dayan.

How could this be? Clan Leader Jin’s face was a mask of disbelief. Jin Ze had no grudge with the Holy Land of Dayan. Why would they kill him?

"That, we do not know," the vice dean said, shaking his head. "But we will continue to investigate this matter. As soon as we find any clues, we will inform you. If we find the murderer, we will capture him and bring him to justice for Jin Ze."

Even after hearing this, Clan Leader Jin couldn’t accept it. He said unwillingly, "Are you sure it wasn’t Lin Xuan? What if that boy knows the Sword Control Technique?"

"That’s impossible." The vice dean shook his head again. "The Sword Control Technique is a legacy of the Holy Land of Dayan. Lin Xuan isn’t even a disciple of the Holy Land of Dayan. How could he possibly know it? He absolutely couldn’t know the Sword Control Technique. The one who made the move could absolutely not be Lin Xuan!"