Chapter 308 - 250: Beheading the Beimu Immortal Emperor and Being Blackmailed

"Nine Heavens Thunder God Destruction!"

As the power of thunder and lightning converged to its peak, the Celestial Secret Daoist unleashed his most formidable Thunder Technique, intent on killing Lin Chang’sheng here and now.

If Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t crushed today, eliminating him in the future would be near impossible.

After all, this youth had achieved Middle Stage Nascent Soul at such a young age; it would only be a matter of time before he ascended to become a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

If he reached that realm, there would truly be no one left in the Beimu Immortal Race able to oppose him.

"Holy Golden Flame Fist!"

Just as the Celestial Secret Daoist cast his Immortal Technique, the Beimu Immortal Emperor too unleashed a killing move.

Flames of gold clung to his fist aura as he punched toward Lin Chang’sheng.

Dominating and ruthless, this attack was also called the Immortal Golden Flame Fist; once the fist aura struck an object, the golden flames couldn’t be dissipated and would burn for a whole ninety-nine days.

Not to mention a living person—even the toughest substance would melt into liquid.

The flaming fist aura shot forth, heading directly for Lin Chang’sheng.

"Thousand Brushing Hand Seal!"

Seeing both launch their attacks, Celestial Concealment refused to be outdone; gritting through agonizing pain, he sent a palm strike, unleashing thousands of palm seals that surged toward Lin Chang’sheng head-on.

As the three mighty powers struck, the surrounding Early Stage Nascent Soul cultivators also pressed the encirclement, all unleashing their strongest attacks of a lifetime.

Gazing at the endless onslaught of Immortal Techniques, Lin Chang’sheng promptly summoned forth the Tower of Myriad Beasts.

This treasure was incomparably sturdy, able to shield him from much of the assault.

The Tower of Myriad Beasts swelled with the wind, transforming into a hundred-zhang tall spire, instantly blocking every attack aimed at his back.

Lin Chang’sheng only needed to confront Celestial Concealment’s attack from the front.

To Lin Chang’sheng, Celestial Concealment was the greatest threat.

After all, he possessed the cultivation of a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator; even gravely injured, his power was unmatched.

Even if he didn’t slay the Beimu Immortal Emperor or the Celestial Secret Daoist today, he must crush Celestial Concealment.

"Die!"

Lin Chang’sheng slashed out with his blade.

A blood-red blade aura tore through the sky, surging straight for Celestial Concealment’s palm seals.

BOOM—

In an instant, countless attacks bombarded the Tower of Myriad Demons behind Lin Chang’sheng, erupting in repeated thunderous blasts.

At the same time, Lin Chang’sheng’s blade aura collided at that moment with the thousand palm seals unleashed by Celestial Concealment.

Their powers clashed once more—the force of the palm seals was instantly shredded by the blade aura.

And the oncoming blade aura didn’t slow, slashing right to Celestial Concealment’s face.

"What the..."

As the blade aura closed in, Celestial Concealment’s eyes widened in shock.

Reflected in his pupils was that blood-red blade aura closing in.

Just as it was about to slice through his neck, the Celestial Concealment Divine Master crushed a Talisman Treasure.

A flash of golden brilliance—and in front of him, a golden Light Shield materialized.

BANG—

The blade aura struck the Light Shield, instantly halted in its tracks.

Celestial Concealment wasted no time, gritting through the agony and fleeing immediately.

Now, severely wounded and no match for Lin Chang’sheng, staying would mean certain death.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Lin Chang’sheng was about to give chase, but then, from the heavens, thousands of bolts of lightning rained down, blocking his path.

KABOOM—KABOOM—KABOOM—

Some lightning bolts struck Lin Chang’sheng directly before he could react.

But the damage was almost negligible.

After Lin Chang’sheng invoked the Dragon God Golden Body Saint Body, his physical strength had reached the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator level.

Against attacks from Middle Stage Nascent Soul, it was nearly impossible to inflict real harm.

The reason Lin Chang’sheng managed to gravely injure Celestial Concealment was because he wielded an Upper Grade Spirit Treasure.

Its power was terrifying—not something a Lower Grade Spirit Treasure could compare to.

"You want to die? I’ll oblige you first!"

With his Divine Sense locked onto Celestial Concealment, there was no escaping Lin Chang’sheng, no matter how he tried to flee or hide.

After all, Lin Chang’sheng’s Divine Sense could spread a full seven thousand li.

Even for a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, escaping beyond seven thousand li wasn’t a feat that could be done in mere moments.

Faced with these troublesome pests, Lin Chang’sheng expanded his Divinity Transformation-level Divine Sense outward.

In an instant, the many Nascent Soul cultivators felt their strength plummet from the oppressive force.

Even Early Stage Nascent Soul cultivators could barely move an inch.

"Is that... Is that Divinity Transformation-level Divine Sense pressure?"

"Impossible—he’s just Middle Stage Nascent Soul, how could his Divine Sense rival Divinity Transformation?"

"What is this monster? Did he resurrect by seizing a body from the Burial Immortal Realm?"

"Crap—I can’t even move my body!"

...

Surrounding Beimu Immortal Race Early Stage Nascent Soul cultivators had their eyes wide with terror.

They’d thought that killing Lin Chang’sheng together wouldn’t be hard at all.

But they’d never imagined that he not only possessed countless Spirit Treasures, but also Divine Sense at the Divinity Transformation level.

How could they possibly contend with that?

The pressure of his Divine Sense was simply too terrifying.

It not only suppressed their cultivation and power—it slowed all movement, too.

"Die!"

Lin Chang’sheng wouldn’t grant them even a moment to think—his blade slashed straight for the Beimu Immortal Emperor.

Right now, the Emperor was closest; he’d be the first to be sent on his way.

The force of Lin Chang’sheng’s blade aura was overwhelming; even though the Beimu Immortal Emperor had Middle Stage Nascent Soul cultivation, he couldn’t even summon a Spirit Treasure to block.

He was cleaved in two, falling dead in midair.

If not for Lin Chang’sheng’s suppressive power, perhaps the Emperor could have summoned his Spirit Treasure to fight back.

But under the pressure of Divine Sense, with his power drained, he was not Lin Chang’sheng’s match at all.

"The... The Immortal Emperor is dead?"

The surrounding Nascent Soul cultivators looked on, faces stricken with utter disbelief.

Their strongest weapon, the Immortal Emperor of the Beimu Immortal Race, couldn’t withstand a single slash from Lin Chang’sheng?

This strike sent shockwaves through all the Beimu Immortal Race elite.

Even the Celestial Secret Daoist was so terrified, he immediately fled, not daring to challenge Lin Chang’sheng any further.

"You think you can escape?"

Lin Chang’sheng had no intention of letting anyone off; when he tried to leave earlier, they’d stopped him.

Now, they would all stay!

Lin Chang’sheng swept his blade aura, slaughtering everyone in sight.

Not a single Early Stage Nascent Soul cultivator could withstand a blow from Lin Chang’sheng.

One after another, they exploded into clouds of blood in midair.

In the end, only one Celestial Level Daoist managed to escape.

Lin Chang’sheng was worried about Yu Wenjing’s safety, so he didn’t give chase.

Instead, he rushed after Celestial Concealment’s disappearing figure.

"Master, are you alright?"

The Celestial Secret Daoist had just made it back to the Celestial Secret Tower when the Little Divine Master hurried to ask.

He’d thought, with so many powerhouses encircling Lin Chang’sheng, he was doomed for sure.

Yet none could have predicted what happened in the end.

Lin Chang’sheng, by himself, had slaughtered hordes of Nascent Soul cultivators of the Beimu Immortal Race.

Even their Immortal Emperor had fallen.

"Quick—go ask Master Bi Xi to intervene!"

It took a long moment for the Celestial Secret Daoist to snap out of it; this youth’s cultivation was simply terrifying beyond reason.

Now, the only one who might be able to oppose Lin Chang’sheng was Master Bi Xi.

...

But there was no need for them to inform him—Bi Xi had already sensed all that transpired.

He was furious beyond measure.

A mob of Nascent Soul cultivators tried to kill Lin Chang’sheng, yet they’d all ended up dead instead—a disgrace of epic proportions.

All the years he’d spent nurturing them—what a colossal waste of time.

Were it not for the drain on his Divine Soul every time he broke free from the Stone Statue Array, he’d have personally slain Lin Chang’sheng long ago.

But now, with things as they were, Bi Xi couldn’t afford to hold back anymore.

To him, crushing Lin Chang’sheng was but a trivial matter, barely costing him any Primordial Spirit Power.

Vroom—

In the next instant, a beam of golden light shot forth from the massive Bi Xi stone statue, streaking straight for Lin Chang’sheng.