Chapter 281 - 223: Crushing the Celestial Ghost Sect Nascent Soul Tributor with a Single Palm

"You don’t know you’re already dead!"

Celestial Ghost Sect’s other major Tributor, Gao Jin, snorted with disdain, since the one rushing here was just a cultivator at the Early Stage of Nascent Soul—what could he possibly do to them?

Showing up here is just looking for death.

The rest of the Golden Core Elders saw Gao Jin so confident, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

Three hundred li passed in a flash.

Lin Chang’sheng quickly landed in a mountain valley.

Burst after burst of fierce magical power fluctuations was emanating from the valley below.

"Sect Leader Jiu, congratulations! You’re about to break through Hao Zhix and become a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator!"

Lin Chang’sheng spoke, his Divine Sense already enveloping the area, probing everything inside the cave in detail.

He knew the person inside the cave was Jiu Wushang.

If Jiu Wushang broke through Hao Zhix, it’d take some effort to take him down.

But right now, he hadn’t broken through—so things would be much simpler.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

As soon as Lin Chang’sheng finished speaking, more than ten figures instantly rushed out of a cave in the valley.

These were Celestial Ghost Sect’s Golden Core Elders, Nascent Soul Tributors, and a few old genius disciples with formidable strength.

"Lin Chang’sheng, you’ve got a lot of nerve, showing up here just to die!"

When Gao Jin saw Lin Chang’sheng, he immediately yelled in fury.

He recognized Lin Chang’sheng—he’d seen him several times before.

But in the past, the guy had only been in Late Stage Golden Core, and now he had actually advanced all the way to Nascent Soul?

This left Gao Jin truly shocked.

"Die? I really want to see who’s dying here!"

Lin Chang’sheng spat coldly, then brought his palm forward, unleashing the Thousand Corpses Hand Seal he’d just mastered.

This secret technique was gained from Nie Buping’s storage bag, so it had to be extraordinary.

If it were some worthless crap, he wouldn’t have bothered putting it in the storage bag.

Woooo woooo—

With one palm, countless wailing voices erupted.

At the same time, inside the massive, shadowy palm seal, endless apparitions surged forth—some struggling in torment, some howling in agony, others cackling maniacally.

The scene was downright horrifying.

"This... Corpse King Sect’s forbidden technique? Wait—"

Gao Jin’s eyes widened abruptly, as if he finally realized something.

Not long ago, there’d been a great battle at Corpse King Sect. Once the noise stopped, everyone from Corpse King Sect vanished without a trace.

And now Lin Chang’sheng could use their forbidden technique with one palm.

So it seemed Corpse King Sect probably fell at Lin Chang’sheng’s hands.

"No, impossible! You’re just Early Stage Nascent Soul, how could you possibly kill Nie Buping?"

Gao Jin couldn’t wrap his head around any of this.

But the palm seal had already blasted its way right up to his face.

The weaker Golden Core Elders retreated in terror.

But Gao Jin wanted to see for himself how strong Lin Chang’sheng’s strike really was—was it all just show?

"Break for me!"

Gao Jin swung out a punch—one of Celestial Ghost Sect’s killing moves, the Celestial Ghost Seven Slaughter Fist.

With the punch, a torrent of vengeful spirits burst forth from the Fist Aura.

BOOM BOOM BOOM—

In an instant, the Fist Aura and the palm seal crashed brutally together in midair.

Almost the moment they met, the Fist Aura was shattered by the palm print, which didn’t lose a shred of momentum as it thundered straight towards Gao Jin.

"Wha—how is that even possible..."

Gao Jin’s eyes went wide with disbelief. Both of them were Early Stage Nascent Soul cultivators—why was Lin Chang’sheng’s strength so overwhelming?

Right now, it felt like he wasn’t facing an Early Stage Nascent Soul opponent, but a top-tier Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

He couldn’t muster the slightest resistance.

The palm seal was almost on top of him; it was already too late to escape—he’d missed his best chance to run.

All he could do was hastily summon his Spirit Treasure to shield him.

Gao Jin’s Spirit Treasure was an ancient bronze bell, its surface crusted with rust—whether dried blood, or just the way the thing was made, who could say?

It reeked of thick, iron stench.

The instant the Bronze Bell appeared, it shrouded Gao Jin completely.

BOOM!

The next moment, the gigantic palm slammed down onto Gao Jin, stamping a handprint a hundred zhang wide right into the valley—the ground sank three zhang deep.

Power, plain as day.

The ground was scorched black—as though scorched by fire—thick black smoke billowing up.

At the center of the palm print, the Bronze Bell wasn’t totally shattered, but its shape was no longer intact.

"Cough, cough—"

The Bronze Bell flew open—Gao Jin hacked violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Clearly, Lin Chang’sheng’s one strike had dealt him a serious blow.

"How... how do you have such overwhelming power?"

Gao Jin still couldn’t figure it out—he and Lin Chang’sheng were both at Early Stage Nascent Soul, so how had Lin Chang’sheng mangled him in a single move?

If not for the Bronze Bell, Lin Chang’sheng might’ve killed him outright with that one palm.

"Did you really think... you and I are equals?"

With that, Lin Chang’sheng unleashed the Divine Sense of a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, flooding out with overwhelming spiritual pressure, locking down a ten-li radius around, pressing so hard that every Celestial Ghost Sect member couldn’t even move a muscle.

Even the nearby trees bent over, snapping one after another.

"That—that’s Nascent Soul Great Cultivator level Divine Sense power?"

Not far away, the last remaining Inner Sect Elder, Elder Huang, cried out in terror.

No wonder the kid was so damn powerful—he actually possessed Divine Sense equal to a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator?

"So... that’s how it is—"

Gao Jin finally understood, almost as if content to die now.

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t want to waste time on them; with one flash, he finished off the badly wounded Gao Jin with a single palm.

And as Gao Jin’s Nascent Soul fled, Lin Chang’sheng used his Myriad Soul Banner to sweep him up in an instant.

The other Golden Core Elders and disciples, crushed under Lin Chang’sheng’s Divine Sense, couldn’t budge at all.

All of them were blasted to death one by one.

After storing all the corpses in his storage bag, Lin Chang’sheng stepped forward, heading straight for the cave.

"You little bastard, if you’ve got the balls, give me one more shichen—let me break through Hao Zhix first, then fight me if you dare!"

Jiu Wushang’s heart burned with bitter resentment—he was just one shichen short!

He was about to break through Hao Zhix and become a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

When that happened, the entire Demon Evil Sea would bow to his Celestial Ghost Sect.

But he never expected Lin Chang’sheng to show up at this critical moment and wreck all his plans.

Jiu Wushang thought Gao Jin and all the Elders could hold off Lin Chang’sheng for a while, buy time for his breakthrough—then it’d be Lin Chang’sheng’s turn to die.

He just didn’t expect that, with one move, Lin Chang’sheng blasted the Nascent Soul Tributor to death.

Clearly, this kid’s strength had undergone a complete transformation.

If he himself failed to break through Hao Zhix, he’d never be a match for Lin Chang’sheng.

"Wait for you to break through Hao Zhix? What a joke!"

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t about to give Jiu Wushang any time to level up.

A Nascent Soul Great Cultivator was one of the strongest beings in this world—even if he hadn’t fought one yet, he knew they’d be no joke.

With a word, Lin Chang’sheng summoned his Upper Grade Spirit Treasure—the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber—and slashed straight toward Jiu Wushang in the cave.

WOONG—

The Upper Grade Spirit Treasure, infused with magical power, instantly flared with blinding light as blood-colored radiance soared to the heavens, painting the whole sky crimson.

Then a hundred-zhang-long blade of scarlet light swept down at the cave.