Chapter 393 - 320: Turning the Tables, Fiery Sun Fire Control Technique, Facing Situ Wu Again

The next instant, a system prompt popped up on the panel.

"Simplify!"

Lin Chang’sheng chose to simplify without hesitation.

[Great Dao is Simple: Simplification of Fiery Sun Fire Control Technique starting... Simplifying... Simplification complete, Fiery Sun Fire Control Technique == Playing with Fire!]

"Playing with Fire?"

Isn’t that too easy? Just light a bunch of fires and I can reach Perfection quickly?

With that thought, Lin Chang’sheng began to channel the technique.

Whoosh—

The next instant, a ball of flame burst into life in Lin Chang’sheng’s palm.

Fiery Sun Fire Control Technique Experience Points +1!

Fiery Sun Fire Control Technique Experience Points +1!

...

As the flames appeared, the proficiency of the Fiery Sun Fire Control Technique kept increasing.

But even so, Lin Chang’sheng still felt the improvement was too slow. After leaving Dragon Tiger Sect, he arrived under a mountain range, then fired flames into the forest below.

The forest immediately erupted in a blazing inferno.

[Fiery Sun Fire Control Technique Perfection!]

In just a few moments, the Fiery Sun Fire Control Technique reached Perfection in an instant.

Now, in Lin Chang’sheng’s hands, the flames could constantly shift forms—becoming swords, tigers, human figures, and more.

Having finished cultivating the Fiery Sun Fire Control Technique, his next step was naturally to search for Situ Wu’s whereabouts.

To make sure it was legit, Lin Chang’sheng summoned Zhao Fuhu’s soul once more, intending to use the Celestial Ghost Technique to absorb his memories.

"Lin Chang’sheng, don’t even think about getting anything out of my mouth. I want to watch you die with my own eyes!"

Zhao Fuhu glared and spat out the words.

But what he didn’t know was Lin Chang’sheng never planned to let him live—he wanted him utterly destroyed, his soul obliterated for eternity.

"You won’t be seeing anything, ever again."

Lin Chang’sheng’s hand wove a technique, instantly unleashing a tremendous suction force.

He sucked Zhao Fuhu’s soul straight in.

Zhao Fuhu’s memories poured ceaselessly into Lin Chang’sheng, and the look of pain twisted across Zhao Fuhu’s face, his soul warping and distorting.

It didn’t take long before Zhao Fuhu’s soul was completely ripped to shreds with one last miserable scream.

"This is what you deserve!"

Lin Chang’sheng said coldly. Such ruthless means made the souls inside the Myriad Soul Banner shiver with terror.

Looks like Lin Chang’sheng had actually been merciful to them—he hadn’t devoured their souls for himself.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t even get the chance at reincarnation, much less rebirth.

After confirming Situ Wu was indeed in Wuyang Valley, Lin Chang’sheng set off immediately.

For Lin Chang’sheng, covering hundreds of miles took only a few breaths’ time.

This was a place crowded with mountain peaks, and in the middle formed a valley. Because the mountains surrounded it, the sun almost never shone into the valley itself.

This time, to prevent Situ Wu from escaping, Lin Chang’sheng placed the Array of Myriad Spirits Locking Heaven outside the valley.

That way, even if he couldn’t kill Situ Wu, he could use the array to trap and slaughter him for sure.

After finishing the setup, Lin Chang’sheng changed his appearance to Zhao Fuhu, carrying along Gao Zhen’s corpse as he entered the valley.

That way, when Situ Wu let down his guard, he could hit him hard all at once.

Entering the valley, Lin Chang’sheng quickly discovered the concealed cave where Situ Wu was hiding.

"Immortal Venerable, I brought you the vital blood of a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator!"

Upon seeing Situ Wu, Lin Chang’sheng instantly changed his voice to perfectly mimic Zhao Fuhu.

"Good, very good!"

Situ Wu didn’t suspect a thing, and with a technique, drew the blood energy from Gao Zhen’s body. Bloody mist gathered thickly and drifted toward his nostrils.

Meanwhile, Lin Chang’sheng crept a little closer to Situ Wu, and just as the distance was right, he struck without hesitation.

"Die!"

Lin Chang’sheng swung his palm, blasting directly at Situ Wu’s chest.

Situ Wu never saw it coming, and it was already too late to defend himself.

Boom—

A deafening crash rang out as Situ Wu was sent flying and smashed into a distant stone wall, leaving a deep dent as rocks came tumbling down.

Splurt—

Situ Wu spat a mouthful of old blood; his wounds, not yet fully healed, were now even worse.

"Zhao Fuhu, you—"

Situ Wu could hardly believe it, his pupils widening. Then he realized something was wrong. "You’re not Zhao Fuhu. Who the hell are you?"

Lin Chang’sheng stopped pretending and returned to his own form.

"So it’s you, you little bug? You actually broke through to the Middle Stage of Divinity Transformation? How—how is that possible?"

As Situ Wu sensed the surging Primordial Power in Lin Chang’sheng’s body, shock filled his heart.

He had wanted to wait until he himself reached the Late Stage of Divinity Transformation, then come out and crush Lin Chang’sheng and Yan Zhen.

But clearly, there was no more time to wait.

The enemy had come knocking on his door.

"What’s impossible about it? Today is the day you die!"

Lin Chang’sheng’s voice dropped, Primordial Energy erupting around him, and with a wave, he summoned the Unrivaled Divine Blade.

"Hahahaha—just you, a little bug, want to take my life? What a joke!"

Situ Wu burst into wild laughter. Though Lin Chang’sheng had landed a sneaky hit just now, severely injuring him, he was still far from someone Lin Chang’sheng could kill easily.

But facing Lin Chang’sheng, Situ Wu dared not be careless this time.

He had suffered a big loss in their last battle.

And now, Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation was much higher than before—his power, even more horrifying.

If he lost, he’d better run for his life.

"Die!"

Lin Chang’sheng swung the blade, slashing down. Instantly, even the very air shifted—the entire space became a land of flames as countless vengeful spirits, ablaze with fire and holding Blade Aura, burst forth.

Wooo—

Countless souls howled, shaking the heart.

Every soul held a sharp blade, murderous intent surging.

This move was the Myriad Nether Heaven-breaking Slash—domineering in every respect.

Lin Chang’sheng also powered the Fiery Sun Fire Control Technique, infusing the attack with Power of Fiery Flame.

Even Situ Wu felt a massive wave of force crashing into him.

It was as if a hundred-zhang high wave came crashing down, shaking his heart to the core.

And yet, even so, he didn’t retreat an inch.

"Celestial Nether Gods Sword!"

Situ Wu unleashed his strongest attack as well.

Countless Sword Aura slashed through the air, striking toward the sea of ghostly flames ahead.

Boom! Boom! Boom!—

Sharp Sword Aura and Ghost Blade clashed instantly, sending explosions reverberating out.

The entire cavern began to collapse from the fierce fighting; the Primordial Power erupting from the two tore the place to the ground.

The surrounding mountain range crumbled with a thunderous crash.

Their attacks were overwhelmingly violent, nothing stone or mountain could block.

The clashes were so loud, you could hear them clearly even a hundred miles away.

...

Immortal Ascension Sect.

"They’re fighting!"

Ling Yue, sensing the powerful surges of Primordial Power, jumped in fright.

No one expected Lin Chang’sheng would find Situ Wu’s hiding place so quickly.

"Let’s hurry and back him up!"

Wang Chonglou spoke up immediately, worried Lin Chang’sheng would be at a disadvantage alone.

But before they could say more, Yan Zhen had already turned into a stream of light, rushing toward the source of the power surges.

"Move!"

Qianyang Daoist left a word behind, then sped off toward the battlefield.

The Fiery Sun Treasure Manual their Yin Yang Dao Sect had lost still hadn’t turned up—it had to be reclaimed.

And that manual was on Zhao Fuhu; they couldn’t risk losing it again.

Soon, all the major Sect Leaders transformed into streaks of light, shooting across the sky toward Wuyang Valley.

When the Immortal Ascension Sect disciples noticed the commotion, they were perplexed.

"What the hell’s happening? Why are all the Sect Leaders heading the same way?"

"Maybe they found Zhao Fuhu and the others’ trail!"

"Does that mean another huge battle’s about to start?"

"Hell yeah, that’s a given. The other side is tough, too; can’t miss this fight!"

"Let’s go, hurry up and watch!"

...

A bunch of disciples discussed, eager to see the upcoming battle.

But only the stronger disciples actually went—those lacking power knew better. In a fight between powerhouses, even the slightest aftershock could mean death.

"Brother Lin, you better not get yourself killed!"

Gao Ziyue secretly worried in her heart.

Although Lin Chang’sheng had grown powerful quickly, facing an Immortal Realm powerhouse, there was zero room for error.

One misstep, and he could die.

More importantly, Lin Chang’sheng was now their Southern Realm’s last hope.

If Lin Chang’sheng lost, the rest of them would probably die too.

By the time everyone arrived at Wuyang Valley, Lin Chang’sheng and Situ Wu’s battle had already reached its fever pitch. Situ Wu, even though putting up a fight, was now fighting and retreating at the same time.

After all, with new wounds piled on old, he just couldn’t keep up his fierce attacks for long.

Soon, he began running out of strength.

"You’re not escaping today!"

Lin Chang’sheng stomped on the ground. Instantly, the Array of Myriad Spirits Locking Heaven activated—beams of light shot into the sky, sealing the place completely.

"The Grand Array?"

Seeing the array activate, Situ Wu’s heart dropped. Today, his life was hanging by a thread!