Chapter 542 - 394: The Might of the Ten Directions World Destruction Celestial Array, Executing Mahayana Experts (Part 2)

This made Li Zhu and the others plunge into despair.

If that overwhelming power of Celestial Thunder struck them, even if they survived, they’d be horrendously wounded and suffer unimaginable agony.

This array didn’t just assault their Divine Souls—it rained Celestial Thunder from above and burned them with Fiery Flame below. It was nothing short of a Killing Array.

There was simply nowhere to run.

"You little bastard, I’m going to kill you!"

Li Zhu gathered all his Primordial Power and slashed Lin Chang’sheng with his Thunderbolt Spear Aura.

Yet his spear aura hadn’t even reached Lin Chang’sheng before Xiaonan blocked it head-on.

Buzz buzz buzz—

Moments later, the Divine Souls of Dugu Yifang’s group were all seized by the grand array, their bodies left standing, frozen and unresponsive.

Lin Chang’sheng, controlling the array’s Celestial Thunder, relentlessly bombarded their Divine Souls, making life worse than death as wails of agony echoed throughout.

"You little bastard, if you’ve got guts then finish me off quick! Even if I die, I’ll never let you off!"

Dugu Yifang roared curses endlessly.

"Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that? Even after you die, I won’t let you go. Your body? I’ll refine it into a Corpse Puppet—and you’ll still serve me!"

Lin Chang’sheng shot back, so infuriating that Dugu Yifang almost spewed blood on the spot.

This time, they came expecting to crush Lin Chang’sheng, never imagining they’d end up dying by his hands and enduring all manner of torment first.

"Ah—"

Not far off, Zhu Tianzhi was struck by a bolt of Celestial Thunder and unleashed a heartrending scream.

The power of the Celestial Thunder was no joke, and the assault targeted the Divine Soul directly—it was like being whipped with spiked steel; there was no defense.

The pain was unimaginable—absolute agony.

"Sp-spare me! I didn’t know who I was messing with! Let me live, I’ll do whatever you ask!"

Zhu Tianzhi was the first to beg for mercy.

He just couldn’t endure this thunder torture any longer.

And he wasn’t willing to die like this.

After all, there was no real grudge between him and Lin Chang’sheng—he was simply greedy for the hundred thousand Immortal Crystals from the Myriad Beasts Sect, which led him to team up with Dugu Yifang to ambush Lin Chang’sheng.

Now, not only did he fail to get the crystals, but his life was about to end—how could Zhu Tianzhi be willing?

"Tianzhi, how could you beg for mercy?"

Li Zhu shouted furiously. He’d rather die than plead with this junior and disgrace the Nine Poison Sect.

"I—I really can’t take the thunder tribulation anymore!"

Zhu Tianzhi replied helplessly.

But this was only the beginning.

Li Zhu finally reached his limit after resisting for a while, and his Divine Soul was seized and restrained midair.

Now, aside from the relentless Celestial Thunder, the Dragon Flame scorching from the ground was growing ever more ferocious.

Their Divine Souls were tormented as if a hundred ants were gnawing at their flesh; incessant screams filled the air.

The Divine Souls at Mahayana Stage were terrifically strong—under the grand array’s bombardment, they lasted an entire burning incense stick’s worth of time without being completely annihilated.

But they grew weaker and weaker.

The toughest of them was Luo Shang, who didn’t utter a single sound.

As time stretched on, Zhu Tianzhi and Dugu Yifang were the first to be killed.

Once their Divine Souls perished, their bodies collapsed, devoid of life.

"You little bastard—even if you escape to the Ends of the Earth, my Celestial Nether Sword Sect will hunt you down!"

Luo Shang spat a final remark before his Divine Soul was shattered by a last bolt of Celestial Thunder, fading into nothingness.

Right after Luo Shang died, another blood mist burrowed into Lin Chang’sheng’s arm.

Lin Chang’sheng rolled up his sleeve and found two blood-red lines now etched onto his arm.

"Looks like I’m now mortal enemies with the Celestial Nether Sword Sect!"

Lin Chang’sheng gave a helpless laugh—this was the sect’s exclusive tracking technique. No matter where he hid, they’d find him.

Looks like he’d have to wipe out the Celestial Nether Sword Sect sooner or later.

Otherwise, they’d hunt him for the rest of his life.

After those three died, the once arrogant Li Zhu started showing fear.

"Little friend, I’ve been in the Secret Realm for three hundred years—I know plenty you don’t. Spare my life, I’ll be useful to you!"

At the edge of death, Li Zhu finally caved and pleaded for mercy.

Coincidentally, Lin Chang’sheng didn’t know much about the Secret Realm or Divine Mountain. He did need someone with inside knowledge.

But letting Li Zhu go so easily was out of the question.

Lin Chang’sheng pulled out his Celestial Soul Banner and with a casual wave, sucked Li Zhu’s Divine Soul right in.

Li Zhu never saw it coming—Lin Chang’sheng had a Spirit Treasure that could actually collect someone’s Divine Soul?

Lin Chang’sheng was just trying it out himself, but it worked perfectly.

As for Li Zhu’s body, Lin Chang’sheng stuffed it into his Storage Bag—to be refined into a Corpse Puppet once he was strong enough.

After Lin Chang’sheng wiped out those men, the distant High Mountain Tribe noticed something was happening and hurried this way.

"Who are you people?"

From the crowd, a burly man barked.

He radiated disdain for the other tribes.

"I’m the one here for your life!"

Lin Chang’sheng replied coldly.

Since Li Zhu led the High Mountain Tribe, they wouldn’t fare any better.

Plus, their tribe blocked Lin Chang’sheng’s way up the mountain—they had to be cleared out.

"The nerve! Kill him!"

The burly man shouted, ordering his tribesmen to attack Lin Chang’sheng.

But how could they stand against the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python and Gu Shan?

As soon as they charged, they were slaughtered one by one.

Seeing things go south, the burly man turned to flee.

He hadn’t even escaped a hundred yards before Lin Chang’sheng’s controlled Corpse Puppet smashed him with a fist, killing him instantly.

Then Lin Chang’sheng, with Gu Shan and Xiaonan, charged into the High Mountain Tribe, beginning a massacre.

By now, all the strong ones in the High Mountain Tribe had been executed by Lin Chang’sheng—only two Early Stage Mahayana leaders remained, drinking away.

How could they stand against Gu Shan and the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python? Soon enough, they met their end here too.

In just a quarter of an hour, all thousand-plus members of the High Mountain Tribe were wiped out.

"As the top tribe in the Secret Realm, they should have plenty of treasures!"

Lin Chang’sheng scoured the tribe, only to find nothing of real value.

He sent his Divine Sense into the Celestial Soul Banner to interrogate Li Zhu.

From questioning, Lin Chang’sheng learned all their treasures were stored in a secret underground chamber; of course, Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t about to fetch it himself.

Who knows if the chamber’s a trap?

So he sent the Corpse Puppet instead.

Thankfully, Li Zhu really did want to live; it wasn’t a trap.

And all the treasures the High Mountain Tribe had collected in the Secret Realm were piled up there.

Inside, there were piles of Demon Beast bones, and loads of heavenly materials and earthly treasures—like thousand-year-old ginseng, ten-thousand-year-old Reishi, Ice and Snow Divine Lotus, and more.

But what caught Lin Chang’sheng’s eye most was a Heaven and Earth Immortal Vein—though only three yards long, it was constantly exuding rich Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

This Immortal Vein was condensed entirely out of the purest Immortal Crystals.

"Talk about striking the jackpot!"

Lin Chang’sheng thought privately. Just the spiritual energy from this Immortal Vein alone was enough for Lin Chang’sheng to break through to Integration Stage.

"Li Zhu’s Storage Bag probably holds even more treasures."

Lin Chang’sheng mused.

He was the tribe leader, after all.

The best stuff would definitely be stored in his own Storage Bag.

So Lin Chang’sheng looked through Li Zhu’s Storage Bag.

Sure enough, loads of treasures—mostly Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasures: six Lower Grade, three Middle Grade, and one Upper Grade Celestial Spirit Treasure.

That was the same Thunderbolt Spear he’d just used.

"There are even two books of Immortal Techniques?"

Lin Chang’sheng spotted them lying nearby.

"Nine Poison Venerable Body? Soul-Devouring Poison Palm?"

Lin Chang’sheng eyed the two secret techniques thoughtfully—they both seemed excellent.

One was a Body Strengthening Technique: once refined, it held deadly poison within. If someone attacked him, he might be fine, but the attacker would get poisoned.

The other was a Palm Technique: with one strike, poisonous mist swirled everywhere—even if it wasn’t enough to kill outright, the toxic fog would be lethal enough to threaten anyone.

With two Immortal Techniques and a Heaven and Earth Immortal Vein, Lin Chang’sheng was in grand spirits.

Then he checked the Storage Bags of Luo Shang, Dugu Yifang, Zhu Tianzhi, and the others; they were packed with plenty of loot too.

Altogether: twelve Lower Grade Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasures, four Middle Grade, 150,000 Immortal Crystals, and six Immortal Techniques.

But there were more Immortal Techniques than Lin Chang’sheng could master at once.

He planned to cultivate the two techniques from Li Zhu before heading for Divine Mountain—there was sure to be more treasure there.

After all, none of the tribes had managed to tame the Spirit Beast on Divine Mountain.

That Spirit Beast was probably guarding a valuable treasure.