"So, you must be Yun Tianhuang, the leader of the Eastern Desolate Demon Race?"
Lin Chang’sheng asked straight out.
After all, the guy was clearly here with bad intentions, full of killing intent, so Lin Chang’sheng didn’t bother being polite.
Hearing this, Yun Tianhuang’s brow twitched. This human was gutsy—he even dared to call him by his full na?
"You must have a death wish. I won’t say it three tis—hand over my daughter now!"
Yun Tianhuang’s voice was low and nacing, as if he would attack the very next second if Lin Chang’sheng refused to hand over his daughter.
But Lin Chang’sheng didn’t look scared at all. Instead, the corner of his mouth curled into a slight smirk.
Perfect opportunity to test his skills, see just how far his cultivation had co.
"And what if I don’t?"
Lin Chang’sheng teased, taunting him.
By Yun Tianhuang’s magical power, he was around the Middle Stage of Nascent Soul Realm. Even if the Demon Race had tougher bodies than the Human Race, at best his body reached the Late Stage of Nascent Soul.
Lin Chang’sheng, without using the Dragon God Golden Body Saint Body, already had a body at Late Stage Nascent Soul. If he did use it, his power would skyrocket, overwhelming Yun Tianhuang without breaking a sweat.
So Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t afraid of a showdown.
"Then you’re dead at!"
Yun Tianhuang roared, slamming out with a brutal palm. The powerful palm seal rose in the sky and ford a massive bear paw, pushing down hard.
"Is Yun Tianhuang’s true form a bear or sothing?"
Seeing the giant bear paw coming at him, Lin Chang’sheng muttered to himself.
But the next instant, he struck out as well.
It was the Thousand Corpses Golden Buddha Seal.
As this palm struck, the entire sky twisted slightly, as if all the spiritual energy within five miles was being sucked into Lin Chang’sheng’s palm seal.
Countless twisted, tornted faces and endless corpse remains appeared within the seal.
It was downright terrifying.
Compared to Lin Chang’sheng’s Thousand Corpses Golden Buddha Seal, Yun Tianhuang’s palm looked tiny and insignificant.
After all, Lin Chang’sheng’s golden palm seal was nearly three hundred feet wide, crashing down like the Celestial Vault itself. Its power was overwhelming.
Even Yun Tianhuang’s face dropped when he saw it.
"Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivation?"
Yun Tianhuang never expected Lin Chang’sheng to be so young and yet wield such frightening power.
No wonder he was able to defeat his Demon Beast army.
BOOM—
In the next mont, the two gigantic palm seals slamd into each other high in the air.
The explosion that rocked out was earth-shattering.
Yun Tianhuang’s palm imprint got blown apart instantly by Lin Chang’sheng’s golden seal, which then barreled forward, pressing unrelentingly toward Yun Tianhuang.
"Defend!"
As the palm seal was about to smash him to bits, Yun Tianhuang clapped his hands together in front of him.
Three massive black turtle shells materialized, sturdy and unbreakable, standing in his defense.
When he saw those black turtle shells, Lin Chang’sheng thought they looked oddly familiar.
He seed to have one just like that.
Must’ve gotten it back in Min Nan County from Zhao Wuji.
He wondered if they were the sa kind of thing?
BAM—
No ti to think it over, the palm seal crashed hard into the three turtle shells.
An explosion rang out—against all odds, the golden radiance palm seal was held off by the three black turtle shells, dispersing back into nothing.
"Didn’t think you’d turn out to be a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator!"
Even Yun Tianhuang couldn’t help but marvel at this guy’s terrifying level.
It had been years since he’d t a prodigy like this one.
Back in the day, the Southern Domain Cultivation Realm had only produced two such geniuses.
One was Ling Wuji, who ascended nine hundred years ago; the other was Jiang Yukun, who ascended three hundred years ago.
They were both exceptional, but even they weren’t as freakish as the young man standing before him now.
After all, it had taken both of them three hundred years to reach Late Stage Nascent Soul.
But this young man in front of him looked just barely over twenty—and he was already at this realm.
Calling him the Chosen of Heaven wouldn’t even be an exaggeration.
Cultivation seed as natural for him as eating or drinking water.
"Well, now you know. It’s not too late to beg for rcy!"
A slight grin on his face, Lin Chang’sheng spoke up. He hadn’t intended to cripple or kill Yun Tianhuang—after all, he was Yun Chan’s father.
The guy had just shown up to save his daughter, which Lin Chang’sheng understood completely.
But Yun Tianhuang’s arrogance had really rubbed Lin Chang’sheng the wrong way. He decided to put him in his place.
"Hahaha—"
Hearing Lin Chang’sheng’s words, Yun Tianhuang burst out laughing—he hadn’t t such an arrogant young man in ages.
But to be fair, the kid deserved to be cocky. His power was plain to see.
"Young man, cockiness cos with a price!"
With those words, Yun Tianhuang made the three turtle shells spin around him, readying for another clash.
He’d underestimated Lin Chang’sheng before. This ti, he’d go all in.
"Then let see the true strength of the Demon Emperor!"
Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t scared. He waved his hand and summoned an Upper Grade Spirit Treasure.
Yun Tianhuang was already using a Spirit Treasure—Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t about to hold back, either.
No sense getting careless and screwing things up by accident.
"Upper Grade Spirit Treasure?"
Now Yun Tianhuang was genuinely impressed. He’d thought his three Middle Grade Spirit Treasures were enough to handle Lin Chang’sheng—but the kid had an Upper Grade one?
This kid must have so insane luck or fate on his side!
"Go!"
But no matter how strong his opponent, Yun Tianhuang wasn’t going to admit defeat without a fight.
With a shout, the three pitch-black turtle shells instantly expanded, turning into enormous black curtains sweeping toward Lin Chang’sheng.
"Myriad Demon World Destruction Slash!"
Lin Chang’sheng unleashed his most powerful attack.
Woooo—
The mont the blade aura erupted, thousands upon thousands of tortured souls shrieked. In a blink, the place turned into Purgatory, ghosts wailing in every direction.
Ten thousand saber-wielding spirits surged forward, their overwhelming power paralyzing the mind.
Their formation rged into a gigantic Celestial Vault Long Saber, like it was about to tear heaven and earth apart.
"What the..."
Confronted by this terrifying slash, even the Demon Emperor Yun Tianhuang’s heart couldn’t help but tremble.
The sheer intimidation was insane—most people wouldn’t even think of resisting if they saw it.
BAM BAM BAM—
In an instant, the Celestial Vault Blade Aura smashed hard into the black turtle shells.
More thunderous explosions. The three turtle shells couldn’t hold up to the Celestial Vault Blade Aura; they got blown back, flipping through the air.
And the Demon Emperor Yun Tianhuang wasn’t spared either—he was hurled a hundred yards across before he managed to steady himself.
The deadly blade aura grazed right past him.
The endless ghostly wails battered at his Divine Soul, leaving him shaken to the core.
Regaining his senses, he saw the blade aura had already slamd into the ground, carving a mile-long chasm into the earth.
With that one slash, Lin Chang’sheng had utterly conquered Yun Tianhuang.
Yun Tianhuang realized he was no match for Lin Chang’sheng—if the guy hadn’t changed the angle of the blade on purpose...
He’d probably be dead, cut in two by now.
"Senior, I ant no offense."
Lin Chang’sheng, now that he’d shown strength, spoke with courtesy.
He knew that if you didn’t show what you could do, the other guy wouldn’t take you seriously at all.
Yun Tianhuang simply waved a hand, "You’ve won. If you hadn’t held back, I might not be alive right now. I only want to see my daughter—please, allow it."
In that instant, Yun Tianhuang seed to age a decade. His voice had lost all its earlier edge.
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