Chapter 571 - 409: Bountiful Harvest, Celestial Emperor City, Crisis Approaches

Although Lin Chang’sheng looked like he was charging up Qingfeng Cliff alone, he was far from being just a single person.

He waved his hand, sending the Late Stage Integration Corpse Puppet into the fight.

Boom, boom, boom—

The fierce Blade Aura unleashed by Zhao Gang landed on the Corpse Puppet, but every strike was completely blocked.

The Corpse Puppet remained totally unharmed.

The sight left Zhao Gang utterly stunned.

"C-Corpse Puppet? You’re... you’re from the Immortal Corpse Sect?"

Zhao Gang’s heart lurched in terror—offending the Immortal Corpse Sect was something they definitely couldn’t afford!

If they made an enemy of them, the whole stronghold might end up refined into Corpse Puppets.

"Since you know, why not just obediently die?"

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t deny it, his voice cold, and immediately controlled the Corpse Puppet to attack Zhao Gang.

The Corpse Puppet’s combat strength was vastly superior to an ordinary cultivator. Though it couldn’t use Magic, its physical might at equal levels was practically unbeatable.

With the Corpse Puppet joining the fray, Lin Chang’sheng relaxed a bit, able to focus fully on the two Integration Stage cultivators—one wielding twin sabers, the other a Meteor Hammer.

Seeing the situation turn dire, the pair instantly formed hand signs, casting a Technique, and spat out a mouthful of blood that transformed into a crimson raptor, shooting into the sky.

"Kid, you’re dead! I’ve already alerted the other branch strongholds. In less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, they’ll all be here!"

The twin-saber man spat out blood and spoke coldly.

To be mountain bandits, these men were all hardened desperadoes.

Even with disaster at their door, they showed no fear.

"Is that so? Good. Saves me the trouble of hunting you down one by one—I’ll wipe you all out at once!"

Lin Chang’sheng replied with disdain.

If things got even tougher, he would just unleash the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python—who could kill him then?

Besides, Lin Chang’sheng felt that apart from Mahayana Stage experts, no Integration Stage cultivator could take his life now.

"Arrogant bastard!"

The twin-saber man exchanged a glance with the Meteor Hammer wielder. Understanding flashed between them, and they attacked Lin Chang’sheng from both sides.

Surrounded by their assault, Lin Chang’sheng remained calm as ever. The only real threat to him was Zhao Gang; whether these two could even survive his hands was uncertain.

And they wanted to kill him?

What a ridiculous fantasy.

Watching the pair charge at him, Lin Chang’sheng once again drew the Divine Thunder Bow.

Shoosh, shoosh, shoosh—

Nine Thunderbolt Arrows tore through the air, with Celestial Thunder roaring around them.

Having learned their lesson last time, the two men were wiser now—they no longer dared to clash head-on with Lin Chang’sheng’s Thunderbolt Arrows.

In their eyes, Lin Chang’sheng was only dangerous because of that Divine Thunder Bow with its domineering might.

As long as they avoided the Divine Thunder Bow’s damage and got in close, Lin Chang’sheng would be no match for them in melee combat.

The two were incredibly fast—dodging seven Thunderbolt Arrows in a split second—but two still struck the twin-saber man’s leg and arm.

The force of the two arrows instantly shattered his thigh and arm, blood spraying everywhere.

With an Upper Grade Celestial Spirit Treasure and Lin Chang’sheng’s Integration Stage cultivation, the unleashed power was enough to make even Late Stage cultivators wary.

Let alone these guys—just Early Stage Integration Cultivators.

If they got hit, even if they didn’t die, they’d be crippled.

The twin Thunderbolt Arrows instantly robbed the saber-wielder of any fighting ability. He collapsed, howling in agony.

Meanwhile, the Meteor Hammer wielder had reached Lin Chang’sheng.

"Die for me!"

The Meteor Hammer shone bright, descending on Lin Chang’sheng’s head like a giant meteor, clearly aiming to smash him to bits.

Seeing this, Lin Chang’sheng stowed the Divine Thunder Bow, executed the Sun-Chasing Step, and darted aside.

At the same time, he summoned the Evil-Breaking Blade.

Swoosh—

A Blade Aura shot straight toward the man in midair.

BOOM—

The Meteor Hammer slammed into the ground, unleashing a thunderous impact that made the whole mountain range tremble violently.

But at the same moment, Lin Chang’sheng’s Blade Aura slashed across the opponent, slicing through his neck—his head flew, blood gushing like a fountain.

"H-how is this possible—"

The twin-saber man, missing an arm and a leg, saw this and his eyes widened in stunned disbelief.

A mere Early Stage Integration Sect Disciple had slaughtered them as easily as chopping vegetables?

Was this really the power of the Early Stage?

"Another Upper Grade Celestial Spirit Treasure? This kid’s got a hell of a lot of treasures on him!"

Not far away, Zhao Gang stared greedily at the Evil-Breaking Blade in Lin Chang’sheng’s hand.

But right now, he was being driven back again and again by the Corpse Puppet with no way to intervene.

And he still dared to covet Lin Chang’sheng’s treasures.

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t about to let the twin-saber man linger. He flashed forward and finished him with a single slash.

The next instant, two Divine Souls broke free from their bodies, trying to escape.

But Lin Chang’sheng captured them with his Celestial Soul Banner, not even sparing their corpses.

After all, these were perfect materials for refining Corpse Puppets.

"You little bastard, once all my men arrive, you’re dead for sure!"

Zhao Gang, seeing Lin Chang’sheng slaughter two Integration Stage cultivators in the blink of an eye, grew more frantic at heart.

Because even he didn’t know how much longer he could last.

"Even if they come, they’re just going to follow in your footsteps!"

Lin Chang’sheng stomped the ground, expanding his Force Field Realm outward.

Zhao Gang, who had previously dodged the Corpse Puppet Technique with agility, was suddenly suppressed by an unseen force.

His speed dropped sharply.

He wasn’t completely immobilized, but a heavy restraint now weighed on him.

Meanwhile, the Corpse Puppet was totally unaffected—every punch thundered out with monstrous power, making the mountains shake violently.

BOOM—

The Corpse Puppet struck again, landing a powerful blow square in Zhao Gang’s chest. Blood spurted from his mouth as he flew backwards, crashing hard into a distant stone wall, shattering the entire massive wall to pieces.