Chapter 568 - 407: Parched Tongue, One-Punch Kill, Utter Shock (Part 2)

"Tiger Subduing Fist?"

Lin Chang’sheng let out a disdainful snort, throwing out a punch of his own—the World-Ending Divine Venerable Fist!

The moment the Fist Aura erupted, the entire space twisted violently.

BOOM—

In the next instant, two auras collided in midair, the impact unleashing an earth-shattering roar.

The forceful surge of Primordial Power made the entire Flying Shuttle violently quiver.

The disciples of the Celestial Orchid Sect had thought Zheng Yao would give Lin Chang’sheng a thorough thrashing.

But, to their shock, with a thunderous bang, Zheng Yao was sent flying by Lin Chang’sheng’s single punch.

Midair, he spat out a mouthful of crimson blood—his Inner Mansion was clearly severely wounded.

If Lin Chang’sheng unleashed his full power, he could have killed the man with one blow.

But for now, Zheng Yao still had some use to Lin Chang’sheng, so he refrained from killing him outright.

"Senior Brother Zheng, are you—are you alright?"

The nearby Celestial Orchid Sect disciples hurried up to check on Zheng Yao’s injuries, their hearts shaking with disbelief.

Yet at that moment, Zheng Yao’s Primordial Power was in complete disarray—even standing was beyond him. Did he look anywhere close to ’alright’?

"Can we keep it quiet now?"

Lin Chang’sheng said impatiently, then sat cross-legged, ignoring the lot of them.

"You—"

One disciple tried to intervene, but Zheng Yao grabbed his sleeve. He knew Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t someone to mess with—Zheng Yao couldn’t handle him, how could his junior brothers hope to stand a chance?

He’d never imagined Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation would be so overpowering.

Clearly, he had underestimated him.

"Senior brother, that brat is insanely arrogant!"

Junior Brother Liao grumbled in frustration.

When had the Celestial Orchid Sect ever been humiliated like this?

"Once I recover from these wounds, we’ll attack together—then we’ll have a real shot at killing him!"

Zheng Yao replied, his eyes venomous as a viper while glaring at Lin Chang’sheng, as if wishing he could skin him alive.

But Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t be bothered with them; if they didn’t have any value, he wouldn’t have spared them.

"Is this the strength of an Immortal Palace disciple?"

Witnessing the exchange, Mo Yiming’s heart quaked.

He hadn’t expected the gap between the Celestial Orchid Sect and the Immortal Palace to be so enormous.

A single punch from the other side was enough to cripple Zheng Yao.

It was clear—joining the Immortal Palace was the only way.

Seeing this, Mo Mingyuan pulled Mo Yao aside and began whispering advice.

Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t have cared less about their instructions. If he wanted to eavesdrop, he could hear it all loud and clear.

Moments later, Mo Yao walked over slowly.

"Thank you, Immortal Master, for saving me!"

Mo Yao said, gratitude in her voice.

Compared to Zheng Yao, she much preferred speaking with Lin Chang’sheng.

But to Mo Yao’s surprise, Lin Chang’sheng seemed wholly uninterested in her.

"No need."

Just two curt words from Lin Chang’sheng left Mo Yao at a loss for how to respond.

"Miss Mo, my boss is cultivating and doesn’t like being disturbed. Please, leave us be!"

Hou Shaojie stepped in to help Mo Yao out.

In the past, Hou Shaojie would have been charmed by a beauty like Mo Yao—she’d be a fun plaything, after all.

But after meeting Zhao Shuang’Er, he found all other women paled in comparison.

His old reckless ways were gone.

Were it the old days, Hou Shaojie wouldn’t have missed a chance with a stunner like Mo Yao.

Seeing the situation, Mo Yao could only leave, disappointed.

...

Time flew by—the second day had already passed.

The journey so far had gone without a hitch.

Now, Celestial Emperor City was almost in view.

Everyone sharpened up—full focus.

Qingfeng Cliff was right along the road to Celestial Emperor City.

Whoosh—

Sure enough, the next moment, a fierce Blade Aura erupted upward from below, slashing straight toward the Flying Shuttle.

Mo Mingyuan reacted at once, steering the Flying Shuttle to evade.

BOOM—

But even so, the tail of the shuttle was struck by the Blade Aura, an explosion echoing out as the shuttle’s hull split and tumbled toward the ground.

Everyone immediately summoned their Primordial Power, holding themselves suspended midair.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The next moment, figures shot up from the ground, encircling Lin Chang’sheng and the others.

"You’ve got some guts, trying to pass through Qingfeng Cliff without leaving a toll!"

A fat man spoke from among the crowd.

He was ridiculously fat—rolls of flesh bouncing with every step.

His face was even more comical—missing a front tooth, he spoke with a slight lisp.

He gripped a Nine-Ring Long Saber, nine interlocked rings gleaming from the spine of the blade.

The rings only amplified the weapon’s destructive power.

It was clear—he was the one who unleashed the earlier Blade Aura.

"That’s right—if you won’t pay up, just leave your lives instead!"

A scrawny guy stood in stark contrast to the fat man.

He wielded a long spear—he was even taller than the weapon itself.

Beside the spear-wielder stood a burly fellow, hefting two massive hammers in each hand.

These three had the strongest cultivation among the bandits—all at the Early Stage of Integration.

"How do we know you’re not impostors? I hear your chief’s called Zhao Gang. Get him out here, and we’ll gladly hand over our treasures!"

Lin Chang’sheng spoke up. Once he confirmed their leader, wiping them out in one go would be far easier than hunting each down.

"Who the hell do you think you are, wanting to see our chief?"

The scrawny man scoffed, waving his spear dismissively.

"Once we kill you, the loot’s ours anyway!"

The fat man laughed. To them, their side had three Integration stage experts—their opponents, only two. Killing them would be child’s play.

Lin Chang’sheng had suppressed his cultivation on the road—so the bandits would drop their guard.

He’d strike when least expected—easier to take them all out.

"Let’s see how he handles this."

Not far off, Zheng Yao made no move to intervene. He planned to watch the bandits besiege Lin Chang’sheng—only then would he feel satisfied.

"I’m afraid your strength isn’t up to it."

Seeing that they refused to reveal the chief, Lin Chang’sheng had no intention of wasting words. He’d beat it out of them.

"What a joke! Brothers, let’s go—kill all the men, leave not a one! The women, bring them to me!"

The fat man jeered, signaling the attack with a wave of his sword.

Immediately, the bandits surrounding them leapt into action, blades flashing as they charged at Lin Chang’sheng and his companions.

Lin Chang’sheng’s main targets were the three Integration cultivators before him.

The rest didn’t even register in his eyes.

As the fat man spoke, he swung his long saber down at Lin Chang’sheng, clearly intent on cleaving him in two.

But to his shock, Lin Chang’sheng dodged the Blade Aura in a flash, then retaliated with a punch aimed straight at the fat man’s head.

"A mere ant, trying to shake a tree?"

The fat man snorted scornfully.

After all, Lin Chang’sheng was hiding his cultivation at the Late Stage of Void Refining.

To the fat man, Lin Chang’sheng’s attack would be nothing more than a light scratch.

He lazily swatted with his palm, as if shooing away a fly, trying to send Lin Chang’sheng flying.

BOOM—

But as palm met Fist Aura, the fat man realized something was very wrong.

The power Lin Chang’sheng unleashed was nothing a Void Refining cultivator could muster.

The deafening roar ringing out—his whole palm erupted in agony as Lin Chang’sheng’s Fist Aura shattered his Palm Seal in an instant.

The Fist Aura kept surging, barreling toward the top of his head.

"What the—"

The fat man’s pupils went wide, his heart seized by terror—there was no time to evade.

BANG—

With a sickening thud, a head burst in midair, scattering blood everywhere.

An Integration expert was killed by Lin Chang’sheng as easily as squashing a bug.

Everyone around was dumbstruck by the scene.

Especially Zheng Yao and his group.

Lin Chang’sheng slaughtered an Integration-stage cultivator as if it was nothing—like eating or drinking.

Did that mean, when fighting Zheng Yao, Lin Chang’sheng had held back?

"Second Brother—!"

Nearby, the scrawny man saw Lin Chang’sheng kill the fat man with a single punch, and roared with fury.

That bastard had played dumb and struck while off-guard—killing his second brother with one blow.

"You son of a bitch, I’m going to kill you!"

The scrawny man swept his spear, charging at Lin Chang’sheng, the Spear Aura fierce enough to rip through the sky itself.

Lin Chang’sheng responded by summoning his Divine Thunder Bow.

CRACK—

Bolt after bolt of Thunderbolt Arrows gathered on the Divine Thunder Bow.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH—

In the next instant, Lin Chang’sheng loosed the bowstring—nine Thunderbolt Arrows shot out, electrifying the heavens with blinding light and thunder.