Chapter 250 - 196: Defying the Nascent Soul, Su Changkong Arrives

"I really underestimated you, kid! Playtime’s over—time to send you on your way!"

At this moment, Luo Hao didn’t dare look down on Lin Chang’sheng anymore. This kid’s power far exceeded what he thought possible.

If he kept dragging things out, there was a real chance he’d end up screwing himself over.

With a wave of his hand, Luo Hao summoned his spirit treasure, the Divine Splitting Halberd.

It was a spirit treasure resembling the Sea God Trident.

But its entire body was pitch-black.

"I’m just warming up, and you’re already ready to bring out your full strength?"

Seeing Luo Hao summon his spirit treasure, Lin Chang’sheng didn’t dare to slack off either. He flicked out a technique and summoned his King Corpse.

One-on-one, Lin Chang’sheng had a decent shot at winning.

But Luo Hao still had a chance of escaping.

Two-on-one, though, Luo Hao barely had any chance of running at all.

Today, Lin Chang’sheng was going to rely on his own strength to slay a Nascent Soul powerhouse.

Sure, he killed Blood Demon Ascendant not long ago too.

But that had been a sneak attack when the guy was seriously injured.

This time, he wanted to crush a Nascent Soul cultivator head-on.

"Corpse Refining Technique? How do you know corpse refining? And that’s— that’s a Nascent Soul Corpse Puppet?"

Luo Hao’s eyes widened when he saw the imposing corpse puppet ahead.

The magical power radiating from the puppet’s body was actually on par with his own.

No doubt about it, this was a Nascent Soul-level corpse puppet.

In his mind, aside from the Sect Leader of the Corpse King Sect, no one else had ever refined a Nascent Soul Corpse Puppet.

How did this kid manage to make one?

Luo Hao just couldn’t figure it out.

"At least you’ve got some eyes, but it’s way too late—kill!"

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t have time to waste on Luo Hao.

He immediately ordered the corpse puppet to attack Luo Hao.

The corpse puppet moved lightning fast, charging to Luo Hao in a flash and throwing a punch.

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t pause, either; he unleashed The Ends of the Earth, darting a hundred feet and instantly arriving not far from Luo Hao’s side.

And he hadn’t even brought out the full might of The Ends of the Earth yet.

Lin Chang’sheng figured that if he went all out, he could leap at least three hundred feet—a full kilometer, easily.

The King Corpse and Lin Chang’sheng attacked Luo Hao from both sides, and danger closed in fast—it’d only take a slip-up for Luo Hao to die right here.

He never dreamed that, heading out this time, he’d face the risk of death.

If he’d known, he never would’ve come.

CLANG—

The King Corpse’s fist collided with Luo Hao’s spirit treasure again.

The clash erupted with a deafening metallic roar.

The King Corpse’s body was way tougher than any Nascent Soul cultivator.

Even a spirit treasure couldn’t cut through it easily.

Lin Chang’sheng saw Luo Hao and the King Corpse locked in battle, and seized his chance—he swung his blade toward Luo Hao’s back.

Luo Hao sensed danger coming from behind, his eyes going wide.

Too late to turn, he twisted to dodge.

But he wasn’t fast enough.

SPLURT—

A streak of blood flashed, and Lin Chang’sheng sliced clean through Luo Hao’s whole arm, sending it thudding to the ground.

"Ah—my arm—"

Luo Hao cried out in pain, roaring in fury.

That bastard actually chopped off his arm. This grudge would be paid back.

But even at his peak, he wasn’t a match for Lin Chang’sheng and the King Corpse—let alone now, missing an arm.

Trapped between Lin Chang’sheng and the King Corpse, his magical power was running thin.

"Just wait, kid! I’ll never let you get away with this."

Luo Hao spat out a threat, and tried to bolt.

He really couldn’t deal with Lin Chang’sheng now.

If he kept fighting, it’d probably be him ending up dead.

"Trying to run?"

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t about to let Luo Hao escape.

Otherwise he’d be releasing a tiger back to the mountain—big trouble down the road.

Lin Chang’sheng had the King Corpse block Luo Hao’s retreat, and charged in himself.

SPLURT—

While Luo Hao grappled with the King Corpse, Lin Chang’sheng drove his Godslaying Blade straight through Luo Hao’s chest in a flash, the Sword Qi cleaving in one slash.

With the experience of killing Blood Demon Ascendant last time, Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t slow—right after slaying Luo Hao, he whipped out the Myriad Soul Banner.

The instant Luo Hao’s nascent soul flew out, he snatched it right into the Myriad Soul Banner, stopping it from escaping.

"A mere Early Stage Nascent Soul cultivation dares to brag? You really don’t know your place!"

After killing Luo Hao, Lin Chang’sheng scooped up his corpse and storage bag together.

If Lin Chang’sheng were already at the Golden Core Late Stage, he could’ve refined corpse puppets of equivalent power, but he couldn’t make a Nascent Soul Corpse Puppet yet.

Otherwise, Lin Chang’sheng would’ve ended up with two more King Corpses:

One Blood Demon Ascendant, one Luo Hao.

"Stop right there!"

Off in the distance, Ao Chengfeng realized things were going bad and tried to flee.

But Lin Chang’sheng called him out.

"Immortal Master, spare me! Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it—just please, please don’t kill me—"

Ao Chengfeng might not have many other good qualities, but he at least knew when to recognize reality.

He saw that Lin Chang’sheng was way out of his league, so he dropped to his knees and begged for mercy on the spot.

"I’ll give you two more hours. If I don’t see that big ship set sail by then, you’d better start getting ready for your next life!"

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t stupid—he knew this Nascent Soul expert was their hired backup.

So Ao Chengfeng was definitely clear on how to get to Celestial Ghost Sect.

If he wasn’t still useful, Lin Chang’sheng would’ve already chopped him down.

"Yes, yes, two hours, it’ll absolutely be ready!"

This time, Ao Chengfeng didn’t dare play any games—he ordered his men to get on it right away.

If he tried any tricks, he’d pretty much be gambling his own life away.

Two hours—long or short, depending.

With nothing better to do, Lin Chang’sheng summoned Xuan Gu.

"Have you thought it over? Where’s the Myriad Ghosts Pulling Technique?"

Lin Chang’sheng asked.

This secret technique was definitely special.

Because Lin Chang’sheng had noticed that among all the Celestial Ghost Sect folks—whether Golden Core Elders or Nascent Soul Tributors—they all refined Myriad Soul Banners.

Only Profound Court had managed to make the Hundred Thousand Soul Banner.

That must have a lot to do with the Myriad Ghosts Pulling Technique.

The power of the Hundred Thousand Soul Banner was way fiercer than the Myriad Soul Banner.

Even mid-stage Nascent Soul experts would freeze up for a moment.

The Myriad Soul Banner, though, didn’t affect middle stage Nascent Soul Divine Sense much at all.

"Dream on! Not a chance!"

Xuan Gu was stubborn as ever. He hated Lin Chang’sheng so much he wished he’d die, so how would he tell him where the Myriad Ghosts Pulling Technique was?

Seeing Xuan Gu still wouldn’t talk, Lin Chang’sheng gave up arguing.

He just shaped his hand into a claw, fingers curling slightly.

Then he cast the Soul Control Technique.

Xuan Gu was instantly yanked forward by a powerful suction force.

His head landed right in Lin Chang’sheng’s palm.

Lin Chang’sheng activated the Soul Control Technique, a dominant technique that began refining Xuan Gu’s soul.

"Aaaah—"

Xuan Gu screamed, his body turning to mist from the feet up to the head, until his whole form dissolved into nothing.

Lin Chang’sheng had absorbed all his memories in a flash.

This was the terror of Soul Control Technique.

"So that’s where it is!"

Lin Chang’sheng dug through Xuan Gu’s memories.

He found the location of the Myriad Ghosts Pulling Technique immediately.

"Lin Chang’sheng, you’ve been a tough one to find!"

Just as Lin Chang’sheng was absorbing Xuan Gu’s memories,

a voice thundered from the horizon like rumbling thunder.

"Su Changkong?"

Lin Chang’sheng was slightly stunned to hear it.

He hadn’t expected Su Changkong to chase him all the way to the border of the Southern Realm and the Demon Evil Sea.

But luckily, it was just Su Changkong’s voice for now—he must still be thousands of miles away.

It’d be a bit before he arrived.