Chapter 400 - 235: Time is Merciless, Besieged by Demon Cultivators

"You’re Daoist Lin?"

"I am."

Li Chang’an nodded. The identity he was currently disguised as had the surname Lin.

But Hu Feng said coldly, "I wonder, should I call you Daoist Lin, or Daoist Li?"

Li Chang’an’s brow furrowed slightly. He could feel the auras of several Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators locking onto him.

"Daoist Hu, what is the meaning of this?"

"Li Fan, stop pretending. I know it’s you!"

Hu Feng snorted, his face filled with killing intent.

"In this region, aside from the Cultivators of my Yin Soul Sect, you’re the only one who needs so many Souls!"

"Daoist Hu, I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood."

"Misunderstood?"

Hu Feng sneered, a blood-red glint slowly appearing in his malevolent eyes.

It was a sign he was about to attack.

"Li Fan, you used to buy Souls through Zhao Ming, and now you’ve changed your identity to buy them from various disciples of my Yin Soul Sect. Do you take us all for fools?"

The moment he finished speaking, six figures rose to their feet in unison.

The six of them stared intently at Li Chang’an, their bodies surging with Magical Power. All of them had reached the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment!

Evidently, today’s trade was a trap deliberately set for Li Chang’an by the Yin Soul Sect’s Fourth Saint Child.

Li Chang’an remained calm, simply because last night’s Divination had not shown an Evil Trigram.

He spoke unhurriedly, "Everyone, a Soul Dao Treasure is not something exclusive to this Li Fan. To identify me as him just because I’m buying Souls—isn’t that a bit unreasonable?"

"Better to kill the wrong person than let the right one escape! We’ll just assume you’re Li Fan!"

Hu Feng shouted coldly. With a flash of dark light in his hand, a sinister Venerable Soul Banner appeared.

At the same time, everyone in the main hall had noticed the situation unfolding here.

"Li Fan?"

They were quite familiar with that name.

In recent years, they would hear those two words from time to time.

"He’s Li Fan?"

"I hear he offended the Yin Soul Sect’s Fourth Saint Child."

"Not only that, he also offended that Golden Core Seed from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Ye Mengxian..."

"..."

Countless gazes converged on Li Chang’an.

Some were filled with admiration, others with suspicion, and many with greed.

Everyone knew that Li Chang’an’s Storage Pouch must be filled with good things.

Just then, the entire hall suddenly shook. Spiritual Power surged, and countless Array Treasures flickered in and out of sight.

Three Tier Two Top Grade Arrays were layered on top of each other, like three large inverted bowls trapping everyone inside.

"What’s going on?"

Many people’s expressions changed as they looked around warily.

Hu Feng announced loudly, "There is no need for any of you to worry. We are subordinates of the Yin Soul Sect’s Fourth Saint Child. Today, we are only targeting Li Fan. Once he is dead, the Arrays will naturally be deactivated."

Hearing this, the crowd retreated to the edge of the Arrays in unison.

In the blink of an eye, the center of the hall was empty, leaving only Hu Feng and the other Demonic Cultivators, along with the seemingly outnumbered Li Chang’an.

Li Chang’an said nonchalantly, "Daoist Hu, are you sure you want to compete with me?"

"Li Fan, things have already come to this. Why bother feigning composure?"

Hu Feng snorted and waved the Soul Banner in his hand.

The next instant, a thick black fog surged out from it.

Along with it came the piercing wails of thousands upon thousands of Souls.

A green-faced, fanged Main Soul flew out of the Soul Banner. Its aura was especially terrifying; though it hadn’t reached Tier Three, it had already surpassed the Foundation Establishment Limit!

"JIE JIE JIE, what fresh flesh and blood!"

The Main Soul’s face was ferocious as it stared at Li Chang’an, letting out a raspy, strange laugh.

At the same time, the other six Late Stage Foundation Establishment Demonic Cultivators also made their move, each taking out a Foundation Establishment Peak Corpse Refinement from their Storage Pouch.

For this battle, Hu Feng and his men had made ample preparations.

"A Main Soul that surpasses the Foundation Establishment Limit, six Foundation Establishment Peak Corpse Refinements, and seven Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators including Hu Feng..."

Seeing this lineup, many people gasped.

If it were them, they wouldn’t be able to withstand it at all.

They would probably be torn to shreds in the blink of an eye!

"All of this power belongs to the Yin Soul Sect’s Fourth Saint Child!"

"If a single Saint Child is this powerful, just how terrifying is the strength of the entire Yin Soul Sect?"

Thinking of this, the crowd couldn’t help but be amazed.

Although the Yin Soul Sect was only a Sub-Sect, its overall strength was likely far greater than the outside world imagined.

"It looks like Li Fan won’t be getting away today!"

In a corner of the hall, Luo Qiantong and the others wore grave expressions.

Someone asked in a low voice, "Daoist Luo, I heard that Li Fan is a friend of your faction?"

Luo Qiantong immediately denied it.

"No, you’ve misunderstood. Li Fan has nothing to do with us. He just occasionally buys information from us, that’s all."

At a time like this, he had no desire to be seen as Li Chang’an’s accomplice.

At this moment, the Withered Wood Cliff Master, Wu Ming, who was standing to the side, was asked a similar question.

But Wu Ming admitted it frankly, "That’s right. Daoist Li is my friend, and I owe him a debt of gratitude. Many people are aware of this."

Hearing this, Luo Qiantong’s expression changed slightly, and he secretly sent a Sound Transmission.

"Daoist Wu, aren’t you afraid that Hu Feng and his men will come after you for admitting that in public?"

"What’s there to be afraid of?"

Wu Ming glanced at him and replied via Sound Transmission.

"I believe in Daoist Li. He will win this battle, and Hu Feng and his men will not survive."

"How is that possible?"

Luo Qiantong’s brows knitted tightly. He couldn’t believe Li Chang’an could win.

In today’s situation, not even the Golden Core Seeds from the Major Sects and Noble Families would be able to gain an advantage.

Just as he was thinking, the two sides in the center of the hall had already begun to fight.

"WHOOSH WHOOSH..."

A sinister wind howled, causing the Soul Banners to flutter wildly.

Li Chang’an’s expression was cold. Wielding his Tier Three Venerable Soul Banner, he unleashed its power without reservation.

An endless black fog surged out, spreading throughout the Array, and instantly collided with the black fog from the Venerable Soul Banner in Hu Feng’s hand.

Both clouds of black fog were incredibly strange, filled with a chilling aura.

Hu Feng snorted. "Li Fan, my Soul Banner was personally commissioned by the Saint Child from a master within the Sect. Its Tier has reached Quasi-Tier Three. Is that raggedy thing in your hand even worthy of being compared to mine? Do you have any idea...?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Hu Feng’s expression suddenly changed.

He could clearly feel that the black fog under his control was being devoured by Li Chang’an’s.