Chapter 403 - 325: Heaven-Burning God-Locking Array, Trapping and Slaying Immortal Realm Geniuses

As soon as Qing Luo finished speaking, he waved his hand and summoned a blue long sword.

He clearly had the intention to start a fight.

They were acting under Sixth Elder’s orders, here to kill, not to waste words with these ants.

Jian Fan felt a bad premonition in his heart, but there was no turning back now.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to explain themselves when they returned.

So Jian Fan also summoned his Cloud Heaven Sword, preparing to execute Lin Chang’sheng.

"Fine, since that’s how you want it, don’t blame me!"

Seeing that negotiations had failed, Lin Chang’sheng had no choice but to show his real moves.

With that, Lin Chang’sheng once again called forth his Unrivaled Divine Blade.

Then, stomping his foot on the ground, the earth trembled; fiery curtains of flame rose up, instantly covering a ten-mile radius.

"You guys go first!"

Lin Chang’sheng called out to the people behind him.

He had already prepared the Transmission Array, ready to evacuate the Immortal Ascension Sect disciples.

Ling Yue knew that it was pointless for them to stay, and that they’d just be a burden to Lin Chang’sheng. She agreed and went to help evacuate the disciples.

"An array? Looks like you were prepared for this all along!"

Jian Fan exclaimed in surprise; no wonder the man wasn’t fearful in the slightest—he’d obviously covered all his bases.

"Friends get wine, but when the wolves come, there’s a shotgun waiting. This was your choice!"

Now that they were enemies, Lin Chang’sheng had no mercy left for them.

"Die!"

With a shout, Lin Chang’sheng slashed with his blade, a fierce Blade Aura turning into a crescent and charging toward Jian Fan and Qing Luo.

The blade ripped through the air, distorting even the space itself.

This move was none other than the Celestial God World Destruction Slash.

"What the..."

Seeing Lin Chang’sheng’s overpowering strike coming, Jian Fan couldn’t help but be shaken.

This was an immortal technique only the Immortal Realm should possess!

How did this kid learn it?

But as the Sword Aura swept toward them, there was no time for thought; the two could only join forces and defend with their swords.

BOOM—BOOM—

Amid two fierce explosions, Jian Fan and Qing Luo were thrown back by the force of Lin Chang’sheng’s slash, expressions of shock on their faces.

The two were late-stage Divinity Transformation cultivators, while Lin Chang’sheng was only mid-stage—how did he produce such brutal attacks?

"How... How do you know Immortal Realm techniques?"

Jian Fan asked in disbelief; this guy was no simple man, maybe he’d actually visited the Immortal Realm.

"What’s so hard about that? Once I kill you, all your immortal arts will be mine!"

Lin Chang’sheng answered coldly and went on the attack.

He could’ve used arrays to completely trap and slaughter them, making it easy to finish the job.

But Lin Chang’sheng wanted to test the power of his newly perfected immortal techniques, so he stayed.

"Die!"

Lin Chang’sheng could see that among the two, Jian Fan’s cultivation was higher, with Qing Luo a bit weaker.

She’d probably just advanced to late-stage Divinity Transformation.

So Lin Chang’sheng planned to kill Qing Luo, that androgynous freak, first.

Just hearing Qing Luo’s voice made Lin Chang’sheng uncomfortable.

With a cold shout, Lin Chang’sheng threw out a punch; the Fist Aura became a fiery meteor wrapped with a golden dragon, smashing toward Qing Luo.

This was the Heaven-Shaking Divine Dragon Fist, and its power was not to be underestimated.

But Qing Luo was still resistant, refusing to accept that a powerhouse could come from this ant’s land; she stubbornly swung her sword blade to meet the blow.

BOOM—

In an instant, the Fist Aura and sword light collided with a burst of sound; the powerful punch was split by the sword light, but Qing Luo suffered, forced back over ten yards.

Before she could steady herself, Lin Chang’sheng was already in front of her.

With a slash from the Unrivaled Divine Blade, he brought the blade down from above Qing Luo’s head.

Seeing the Blade Aura descending, Qing Luo’s eyes went wide in shock.

There was no time to fully dodge now.

She could only try her best to evade.

SPLAT—

The Blade Aura fell, and Lin Chang’sheng sliced clean through Qing Luo’s arm, blood spraying everywhere.

Although Qing Luo had late-stage Divinity Transformation cultivation, her battle experience was lacking.

On top of that, Lin Chang’sheng had come up from Flawless Nascent Soul to Flawless Divinity Transformation.

His foundations were so strong, at the same stage he was invincible, even fighting those a level higher wasn’t hard.

Late-stage Divinity Transformation magical power was much stronger than middle-stage.

But Lin Chang’sheng could make up the difference with perfection-level immortal techniques and Dragon God’s power.

So, lowered guard, Qing Luo was hit—her arm chopped off by Lin Chang’sheng, her strength heavily damaged and her power nosediving.

"Qing Luo, junior brother!"

Not far away, Jian Fan saw Qing Luo lose her arm to Lin Chang’sheng’s blade and was absolutely shocked.

They’d only just started fighting, and Qing Luo was already severely injured—now only he was left to fight.

It was clear that Lower Realm cultivators were not to be underestimated.

No wonder they’d managed to kill Elder Situ—looks like there’s some real skill here.

"Celestial Nether Gods Sword!"

Jian Fan swung his sword; behind him appeared a void, from which countless Sword Aura rays shot forth, stabbing toward Lin Chang’sheng.

The Sword Aura was overwhelming, dense, giving Lin Chang’sheng no room to dodge.

Unable to evade, Lin Chang’sheng stopped trying.

"Myriad Buddhas Pay Homage!"

Lin Chang’sheng struck with his palm, using a fused immortal technique: Myriad Buddhas Pay Homage.

As he thrust out his palm, myriad divine Buddha palm imprints appeared above, covering the sky.

The palm imprints carried the power of Endless Flame, making their force even stronger.

BAM BAM BAM—

Above, endless Sword Aura and palm prints collided, explosions ringing out as though the gods themselves were angry, roaring with thunder.

When the dust settled, Lin Chang’sheng stood unharmed where he’d started; Jian Fan, however, was blasted back, his body cloaked in burning flames.

"Ahhhh—"

The flames refused to die, burning to the bone and making Jian Fan scream out in agony.

This sight, seen by many disciples fleeing through the Teleportation Array, made them gulp in fear.

"Unbelievable! Lin Chang’sheng doesn’t lose ground even fighting Immortal Realm disciples! His talent must be at least equal to theirs!"

"Equal? I think he’s better than them!!"

"Seriously, look at this array—who can set up something like that? And his immortal techniques are even stronger than theirs!"

"So badass! If I was even half as strong as Lin Chang’sheng, I’d be happy!"

...

Many surrounding cultivators watched the scene within the array, marveling in awe.

They’d thought Lin Chang’sheng would be at a disadvantage against Immortal Realm experts, but after just one exchange, both visitors were severely wounded.

Looks like they won’t be leaving alive today!

"Not sure if it’s a good thing, or a bad one!"

Ling Yue watched everything happening inside the array, feeling worried.

The good part was Lin Chang’sheng’s strength had increased even more; the bad part was that two more disciples from the Celestial Nether Sword Sect had fallen, intensifying the feud between Lin Chang’sheng and the sect.

Next time, they definitely won’t send mere disciples—the elders themselves will come, much stronger ones.

Who knows, maybe disaster will befall the Southern Realm, or even the Immortal Relic Land.

"Is that all your Celestial Nether Sword Sect’s got?"

Lin Chang’sheng gazed at the two, both severely injured and howling in pain, and spoke coldly.

He’d meant to settle things peacefully, but they refused—so death is the only option.

"You’ve got a lot of nerve, daring to offend the Celestial Nether Sword Sect! If we don’t check in within a month, the elders will come in person. You’ll have nowhere left to bury your corpse!"

Qing Luo shouted in rage, his voice harsh and grating.

"You filthy, androgynous freak, it’s time for you to die!"

Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t stand listening to Qing Luo; it was torture. He unleashed countless vengeful spirits to attack.

Killing him personally would just dirty his own hands.

As the spirits surged out, Jian Fan and Qing Luo swung their swords, fending off attack after attack.

Though they shredded many of the vengeful spirits, the broken souls slowly recombined, becoming even stronger.

"Hurry, hurry and get out of here!"

Jian Fan knew they couldn’t keep fighting and decided to escape first and regroup.

BOOM—

Jian Fan slashed at the grand array, causing a violent explosion.

But the array showed no signs of breaking; instead, endless flames rained down.

Anyone caught by the fire would burn without end, until nothing was left but white bones.