"Lin Chang’sheng, considering you are a disciple of the Immortal Palace, I’ll give you one chance. Abandon all your cultivation, start the Righteous Dao anew, and you will be spared from death!"
ng Zheng stared at Lin Chang’sheng and barked.
If it were any other evil cultivator, he would have struck them dead already.
But Lin Chang’sheng still carries weight in the Immortal Realm—after all, even the Immortal Palace issued an order seeking him.
If they were to kill him, the Immortal Palace would surely demand answers.
So as long as Lin Chang’sheng crippled his own cultivation, he could let him live.
"How laughable. That’s a line I should say to you. If you leave before I make my move, you still have a chance. But once you strike, survival will no longer be an option!"
Lin Chang’sheng spoke earnestly.
If they don’t attack, Lin Chang’sheng can’t be bothered to kill them.
But if they make a move, then they are enemies.
And Lin Chang’sheng shows no rcy to his enemies.
"Arrogant!"
The blue-robed elder nearby shouted angrily.
A re Middle Stage Integration cultivator dares to be so brazen? Does he really think he’ll escape today?
As his words fell, the blue-robed elder was the first to launch an attack at Lin Chang’sheng.
Primordial power surged in his palm, and he unleashed a strike at Lin Chang’sheng.
As his palm lashed out, even space twisted—a Fiery Fla Palm Seal crashed down on Lin Chang’sheng, trying to crush him in one blow.
It seed intent on killing him outright.
But Lin Chang’sheng showed no fear before this Fla Palm Seal.
"Break!"
Lin Chang’sheng threw a punch—golden fist auras gathered from every direction, rging into an imnse golden surge that slamd into the Fla Palm Seal.
BOOM—
When fist aura and palm seal collided violently in mid-air, a thunderous blast erupted, deafening all around.
Amid the explosive roar, the Fla Palm Seal was shattered by the golden fist aura.
This scene left ng Zheng and the woman at his side utterly shaken.
A re Middle Stage Integration cultivator—yet his power was actually so terrifying?
"This..."
The blue-robed elder’s pupils narrowed; he had never imagined his fully-powered palm could be smashed apart by a single punch from Lin Chang’sheng.
He was in the Late Stage of Integration, after all, and Lin Chang’sheng was only at the Middle Stage—in terms of primordial power, he was leagues above Lin Chang’sheng.
Unless Lin Chang’sheng’s immortal technique was several tis stronger than his?
There was no other possibility but this.
"Be careful!"
When ng Zheng saw the golden fist aura shatter his comrade’s Fla Palm Seal and continue toward the blue-robed elder, he hurriedly shoved the elder aside, hoping to save him from the blast.
Yet he moved too late.
BANG—
The fierce fist aura crashed straight into the blue-robed elder, sending him flying.
Suspended in midair, the blue-robed elder spat a mouthful of blood—a clear sign of serious injury.
This punch was the new Ten Directions Gods Fist that Lin Chang’sheng had just mastered to perfection, and its power was utterly tyrannical.
That a re Late Stage Integration cultivator could dare act arrogantly before him—utterly foolish, courting death.
"Impossible. How is this possible—"
The blue-robed elder, heavily wounded and sprawled on the ground, couldn’t believe what had happened.
He was a Late Stage Integration cultivator, yet was nearly destroyed by a single punch from Lin Chang’sheng, who was only at the Middle Stage?
If word got out, every cultivator in the land would laugh till they cried.
"Junior Sister Yu, this brat is no ordinary man—be on your guard!"
ng Zheng warned the mature woman beside him.
Spirit Heaven Daoist was busy dealing with Yan Zhen. Now only the two of them could take on Lin Chang’sheng.
Judging by the power Lin Chang’sheng had just released, he was practically invincible among cultivators at the Integration Stage.
Not wishing to risk Lin Chang’sheng injuring anyone else, ng Zheng imdiately unleashed the aura of the Mahayana Stage, bearing down on Lin Chang’sheng to suppress his movent.
The formidable Mahayana pressure filled the air, and Lin Chang’sheng was instantly forced down, unable to withstand it; even the surrounding grass and trees were violently torn apart.
The power of a Mahayana Stage expert was truly tyrannical. Lin Chang’sheng found it hard to resist such overwhelming force for now.
Seeing that Lin Chang’sheng was pinned down, ng Zheng flew forward, intending to take him out in a single blow.
With danger looming, Lin Chang’sheng dared not hold back—he waved his hand and summoned the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python.
HISS—
As soon as the python appeared, twin surges of ice and fire blasted toward ng Zheng.
Blistering flas and the power of cold ice forced ng Zheng to fly back in retreat.
If he took those twin attacks head-on, he’d be in serious trouble.
"Spirit beast?"
ng Zheng looked hard and his heart skipped a beat.
This spirit beast was already extrely powerful—should it advance any further, it would reach immortal beast level.
Even killing this spirit beast would be a tough task for him.
Facing such a mighty spirit beast, ng Zheng dared not take any chances; he imdiately pulled out a Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure from his storage bag.
It was a silvery-white long whip. When he poured primordial power into it, lightning flashed along its length—clearly, this was no ordinary Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure.
But even the strongest Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure could not compare with a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure.
Even though he was suppressed by ng Zheng’s aweso aura and barely able to move, Lin Chang’sheng could still manage to wave an arm and summon forth the Divine Thunder Bow.
The Divine Thunder Bow was at the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure Level, far superior to the long whip in ng Zheng’s hand.
As soon as Lin Chang’sheng grasped the Divine Thunder Bow, celestial thunder roared around them like the rage of the Thunder God—silver serpents flickering through the air.
"A Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure?"
When ng Zheng saw the Immortal Treasure in Lin Chang’sheng’s hand, he was utterly stunned.
He imdiately understood why strange phenona had occurred in this place days ago—it was the birth of a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure, triggering upheaval in heaven and earth.
But at this mont, Lin Chang’sheng was in no mood to waste words with ng Zheng. With the Divine Thunder Bow drawn in a full arc, lightning pythons sizzled in the air—then he released the bowstring.
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