Chapter 351 - 291: Fight to the Death, Su Changkong Heavily Injured

"Lin Chang’sheng is actually battling Su Changkong? He’s fighting a Divinity Transformation powerhouse with just his Nascent Soul body?"

"Impossible, right? Lin Chang’sheng is only at late stage Nascent Soul—how could he possibly stand up to Su Changkong at Divinity Transformation?"

"Then tell me, besides Lin Chang’sheng, who else could it be?"

"Uh..."

"The odds are slim, but I still hope Lin Chang’sheng wins. Otherwise, the Southern Domain Cultivation Realm might face annihilation!"

...

The disciples of Golden Talisman Sect whispered among themselves.

Not far away, Shi Hao’s eyes lit up with envy—what he wouldn’t give to have Lin Chang’sheng’s monstrous talent.

"This is unreal. Daoist Lin—whose cultivation was equal to ours back then—has actually grown so powerful?"

Su Ying said, face full of admiration.

She had only met Lin Chang’sheng once back then; their cultivation was about the same, both at the Qi Cultivation Stage.

No one could have imagined Lin Chang’sheng would now be able to hold his own against a Divinity Transformation powerhouse, while she had just reached Foundation Establishment.

"Hurry! If the grand array is breached, a Divinity Transformation expert could wipe out all life within a hundred-mile radius!"

Elder Chen pressed a hand to his chest while urging everyone onward.

Even though Lin Chang’sheng could set up a grand array and trap Su Changkong for a while—

—he couldn’t quite believe Lin could actually kill Su Changkong.

So he rushed the disciples to leave, the farther the better.

Inside the grand array.

Their fists clashed furiously, holding for three heartbeats—then Lin Chang’sheng was overwhelmed, blasted away, slamming hard into the array barrier.

Luckily, his Divinity Transformation-level body kept him from being gravely injured.

The fact he could withstand a Divinity Transformation expert using only Nascent Soul magical power was already a feat beyond compare.

"What’s wrong? Is that all you got? You make Divinity Transformation cultivators look pathetic!"

Lin Chang’sheng taunted. Losing was normal—Su Changkong was a Divinity Transformation powerhouse, after all. But he absolutely couldn’t let Su keep his cool.

If Su Changkong calmed down and found an array-breaking technique, Lin Chang’sheng would have no chance.

He had to trap—and slay—Su Changkong inside the grand array.

"Shut your mouth!"

Su Changkong roared in anger, lunged forward, and resumed his savage assaults on Lin Chang’sheng.

But with his Divinity Transformation body, Lin Chang’sheng could take several blows and still survive.

Instead, Su Changkong kept burning through his primordial power, attacking and chasing Lin Chang’sheng, all while activating his Primordial Power Realm to suppress souls.

His primordial power was draining fast.

Half an hour later, Lin Chang’sheng was blasted away by Su Changkong once more. His throat tasted sweet, almost coughing up blood—

—but he forced it down.

Su Changkong wasn’t looking so great either.

Seventy percent of his primordial power was already spent.

If this kept up, he couldn’t guarantee he’d kill Lin Chang’sheng before he ran out entirely.

"Already tired? I’m just getting warmed up!"

Lin Chang’sheng, seeing Su Changkong hesitate, kept up the taunts.

"You little bastard! Think I don’t see what you’re up to? Trying to drain my primordial power and use the grand array to kill me!"

Only now did Su Changkong realize—Lin Chang’sheng hadn’t entered to take a beating for nothing.

Clearly, he wanted to exhaust Su’s strength.

With only thirty percent of his power left, Su had to make it last.

"Just figured it out? Isn’t it a bit late?"

Lin Chang’sheng waved his hand and pulled out a Myriad Soul Banner.

But this was no ordinary Myriad Soul Banner—it was a Million Soul Banner.

He’d refined it on his way back to the Southern Realm after slaughtering an entire city of the Beimu Immortal Race in Celestial Pool City.

The Million Soul Banner was far stronger than the usual version.

Even the divine sense of Divinity Transformation experts would take a massive hit.

Su Changkong saw the Soul Banner and sneered, "You think the soul attacks from a Myriad Soul Banner can touch me?"

"Try it and see!"

As Lin Chang’sheng spoke, he decisively swung the Million Soul Banner.

Woooo——

Eheheh——

In the next instant, a million souls surged out, like hell’s gate opening—their horrific wails made ears buzz, scalps tingle.

And that was just from hearing the sound. Su Changkong, hammered by the soulstorm, felt like his mind was splitting open.

Even with Divinity Transformation-level divine sense, the agony was intense.

"Mi—Million Soul Banner?"

Su Changkong gasped. When did Lin Chang’sheng get a Million Soul Banner? Had he really butchered an entire city?

How had he not heard about this?

Seeing Su Changkong’s twisted expression, Lin Chang’sheng knew the banner was working, and shot forward, blending into the swirling souls.

Arriving before Su Changkong, he slashed with his Unrivaled Divine Blade, aiming straight for Su’s neck.

He wanted to kill him with one blow.

But at this critical moment, Su Changkong reacted instantly—his hand swept forward and, relying solely on brute strength, grabbed Lin Chang’sheng’s Unrivaled Divine Blade.

This truly surprised Lin Chang’sheng.

"Faking it?"

Lin Chang’sheng suddenly realized—the bastard had acted vulnerable to lure him in?

"So what?"

Su Changkong sneered, then launched a brutal palm strike with his left hand.

Lin Chang’sheng now had two choices: abandon his Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure and run, or stand his ground and take the attack head on.

No way was Lin going to ditch the treasure—it was formed from over a hundred spirit treasures, damn near impossible to get.

So Lin responded in kind, smashing his own palm forward.

Boom——

Their palms collided again—Lin Chang’sheng felt his entire arm would shatter from the impact.

Even with a Divinity Transformation body, his magical power was no match for Su Changkong.

"Devouring Immortal Demon Technique!"

Bearing the blood in his mouth, Lin Chang’sheng roared, unleashing the Devouring Immortal Demon Technique he’d just mastered to the entry level.

This technique could devour even immortal power, let alone primordial power.

Activating the technique, Lin Chang’sheng’s hand fused to Su Changkong’s—primordial power surged into Lin.

"What—what is this demon technique? Lin Chang’sheng, you’re a cultivator of the Southern Domain and you’re training such wicked arts?"

Su Changkong was mortified. If Lin kept draining him, he’d be left with nothing.

"Any technique that can kill you is a good technique!"

Lin Chang’sheng frantically siphoned with the Devouring Immortal Demon Technique, refusing to waste this chance.

In just a few breaths, Su Changkong felt a tenth of his primordial power vanish.

With only twenty percent left, if this kept up, he might die here today.

Su Changkong clenched his teeth, gripped his Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure, and slashed it onto his own left arm.

Splurt——

Blood sprayed as Su Changkong’s left arm was severed—he chose to sacrifice his limb to save his life.

With his arm gone, Lin Chang’sheng’s demon technique couldn’t drain any more power.

But now Su Changkong was seriously wounded—

—plus, he only had twenty percent of his magical power left. Escaping this grand array would be near impossible.