Chapter 533 - 390: Ancient Divine Fist, Defeated and Fleeing, Poison Valley Secret Realm

The Nine Poison Sect was a third-rate power to begin with, and they didn’t have many strong cultivators. Other than the Sect Leader Zhu Tianzhi, who had Early Stage Mahayana Cultivation, the remaining Grand Elders were only at the Integration Stage.

Right now, killing Lin Chang’sheng was no easy task for these Integration Stage Elders.

After all, by Lin Chang’sheng’s side were not just Gu Shan and the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python guarding him, but now a Middle Stage Integration Corpse Puppet had joined the fray.

Lin Chang’sheng sliced open his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto the Corpse Puppet.

The Corpse Puppet’s eyes instantly turned blood-red, its whole body surrounded by thick Evil Qi, and its Cultivation soared to Late Stage of Integration.

This Secret Technique was none other than the Divine Corpse Technique.

It could make a refined Corpse Puppet break through one Small Realm.

If necessary, Lin Chang’sheng could even detonate the Corpse Puppet, causing mass destruction.

Off in the distance, Luo Shang grew anxious as he saw that no one could finish off Lin Chang’sheng for such a long time.

"Gu Shan, stop being so stubborn. This brat can’t possibly be a reincarnated powerhouse—he must have practiced some Evil Technique, that’s why his Cultivation’s risen so fast! If we don’t kill him today, he’ll surely become a scourge to our Immortal Realm!"

Luo Shang hadn’t imagined things would turn out like this today.

Lin Chang’sheng had only been in the Immortal Realm for a few months, and not only had his Cultivation skyrocketed, he’d gained followers this strong. If Lin Chang’sheng were to mature, he’d definitely stir up a storm in the Immortal Realm.

Which is why they had to snuff him out before he grew any stronger.

"I don’t need you telling me how to do things."

Gu Shan scoffed coldly.

Whether Lin Chang’sheng was a reincarnated powerhouse—he didn’t need Luo Shang to tell him.

Even if he wasn’t, from his interactions these days with Lin Chang’sheng, he knew the kid was no traitor, and hadn’t wronged him.

If he really was a resurrected powerhouse, even better—they could enter the Immortal Cave Mansion together and break past Hao Zhix’s barrier.

"Stubborn fool. Then die here with him!"

Luo Shang yelled, then unleashed his strongest attack: the Celestial Nether God-devouring Sword.

As Luo Shang swung his Giant Sword, countless Sword Qi instantly filled the space.

Under his control, the Sword Qi rapidly converged into a single Celestial Vault Giant Sword, radiating crushing pressure.

"Die—!"

With Luo Shang’s furious roar, the Celestial Vault Giant Sword shot straight for Gu Shan.

Before the blade even landed, the powerful Sword Qi was already tearing Gu Shan’s position to shreds.

Even Gu Shan couldn’t withstand the pressure and dropped several feet.

"Ancient Divine Fist!"

Facing such overwhelming force, Gu Shan didn’t retreat at all—he clenched his fists, Fist Aura gleaming, Primordial Power roaring throughout his body.

Then he punched out fiercely.

As Gu Shan unleashed his Fist Aura, a massive golden Ancient God Illusion appeared behind him.

The Ancient God Illusion shone with golden light, like a deity from times long past.

Rumble rumble—

The next instant, the Giant Sword and the Ancient God Illusion’s Fist Aura smashed head-on, erupting with world-shattering blasts.

Several cultivators too close were blasted apart instantly, corpses vaporized.

Even those a bit farther away were sent flying, their Inner Mansion severely damaged.

Even Lin Chang’sheng was knocked back, but he managed to control the Corpse Puppet to block most of the impact, avoiding serious injury.

"So this is the charged blow of a Mahayana powerhouse?"

Lin Chang’sheng was shaken—if that blow had struck him, he’d be dead for sure.

It only solidified his resolve to cultivate harder.

Even though he’d claimed first place on the Celestial Pride List,

it meant nothing compared to these titans.

When the dust settled, the two fighters at the heart of the battle remained locked in a stalemate once more.

This left Luo Shang frustrated.

With Gu Shan in the way, he had no chance of killing Lin Chang’sheng.

He’d thought he could hold off Gu Shan while the others wiped out Lin Chang’sheng.

But Zhu Tianzhi and his crew were being chased all over by the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python, their lives hanging by a thread.

At this rate, it looked like they’d all die here before they ever killed Lin Chang’sheng.

"Sect Leader, let’s retreat! That Three-headed Ice and Fire Python is way out of our league!"

A Nine Poison Sect Elder hurriedly urged Zhu Tianzhi.

If this kept up, Lin Chang’sheng might survive, but they’d be dead before that happened.

"You think I don’t want to retreat? The Grand Array’s been triggered—it’ll last three whole days. Unless a Tribulation Crossing Stage powerhouse blasts it open, not even an ant can escape."

Zhu Tianzhi replied helplessly.

If he’d known, he never would have activated the array.

He never imagined in the end it wouldn’t trap the enemy, but trap them instead.

"..."

The Nine Poison Sect Elder’s face filled with despair at those words.

Were they all really going to die here?

"Wait, Sect Leader! There’s still a Secret Realm—we can hide in there first!"

Suddenly, that Elder remembered another option.

But that Secret Realm was no good place either—danger lurked everywhere, and entering it was almost certain death.

Rumor had it, no one had ever come out alive.

"You mean the Poison Valley Secret Realm? Even the former Sect Leader died in there. You think we’ll survive?"

Zhu Tianzhi cursed angrily.

"Ah—!"

But as soon as Zhu Tianzhi finished speaking, another Elder was swallowed by the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python.

Their numbers were dwindling, and Zhu Tianzhi’s heart grew increasingly uneasy.

If things dragged out, he’d probably die here too.

"Do we even have a choice now? If we go in, at least there’s hope—stay here, we’re dead for sure!"