Chapter 575 - 411: Imperial City Powerhouses, Predicament, Negotiations?

Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t care less about the chatter around him.

His gaze fell on Liao Renping.

This guy was also an Integration Cultivator—once he killed him, he could use the corpse for refining a Corpse Puppet.

As for the other disciples, they didn’t even enter Lin Chang’sheng’s eyes.

"What the hell is the Celestial Orchid Sect? You’re just unlucky to bump into me!"

As Lin Chang’sheng finished speaking, he drew back the Divine Thunder Bow again, nine Thunderbolt Arrows crackling as they shot through the sky toward Liao Renping.

If he was going to strike, he had to kill quickly—if the guy had time to react, the fight between the two of them would surely blast apart half of Celestial Emperor City.

Liao Renping was already terrified out of his wits.

Seeing Lin Chang’sheng’s Thunderbolt Arrows hurtle straight for him, he didn’t dare linger for a second—he spun around and bolted.

After all, he’d watched Lin Chang’sheng shoot Zheng Yao dead with a single arrow. His own strength lagged behind Zheng Yao’s, so how could he possibly withstand Lin Chang’sheng’s Thunderbolt Arrows?

Too late—

Nine Thunderbolt Arrows tore through the sky, rumbling loud as thunder.

The terrifying Celestial Thunder aura made everyone spend no time hesitating—they backed away fast.

Just as Liao Renping was about to dodge the nine Thunderbolt Arrows, something strange happened—the arrows actually curved in midair, turning directly toward him.

Seeing this, Liao Renping’s heart lurched—he hadn’t expected these Thunderbolt Arrows to be like they had eyes. No matter how he tried to dodge, they locked onto him.

No way to escape—Liao Renping could only swing his Long Saber and slash out desperately.

Boom—

A fierce Blade Aura collided fiercely with the Thunderbolt Arrows, detonating a titanic explosion.

Within a hundred-zhang radius, every building was instantly destroyed.

Those cultivators and civilians who hadn’t managed to flee were launched into the air by the surging Primordial Power shockwave.

The weaker cultivators and civilians died the moment they hit the ground, their life force snuffed out in an instant.

Clearly, when true powerhouses clash, ordinary people shouldn’t even be watching.

In the instant the mighty explosion sounded, the Thunderbolt Arrows shattered the Blade Aura without hesitation.

Bam, bam, bam—

Multiple Thunderbolt Arrows pierced right through Liao Renping’s body, annihilating him on the spot.

"A—another arrow...?"

Mo Mingyuan couldn’t help but swallow—Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation was just too terrifying, sending chills through him.

They were both in the Integration Stage, but the gap between them was just too huge.

Not far away, four men had just arrived, witnessing the level of combat underway.

"He actually has that kind of monstrous strength? Instant kill, two Integration Cultivators?"

A young man blurted out in shock.

The four were Immortal Palace disciples, led by Shen Yu.

They’d thought Lin Chang’sheng was just in the Early Stage of Integration, someone they could squash like an ant.

They were all Heaven-Reaching Peak’s top Celestial Prides, their cultivation all in the Late Stage of Integration.

Originally, they’d come to crush Lin Chang’sheng, not expecting he’d already been fighting.

With such chaos on display, the major powerhouses of Imperial City would surely be paying attention—making a move now wasn’t their best shot.

"Those were just two ants from the Celestial Orchid Sect. Early Stage Integration is still just Early Stage. How much trouble can he really stir up?"

Another disciple sneered.

He refused to believe a mere Early Stage Integration kid could slip away from a Late Stage Integration cultivator.

"Probably won’t need us to intervene!"

Beside him, Shen Yu’s lips curled with a cold smile—he could feel a powerful aura hurtling from the core of Celestial Emperor City.

"Who dares to make trouble in my Celestial Emperor City?"

Sure enough, before the figure even arrived, a voice like rolling thunder swept across the sky and echoed out.

Three breaths later, a middle-aged man in yellow robes appeared in midair, eyes sharp as a tiger as he locked his gaze on Lin Chang’sheng.

The man looked around forty, rough-featured, a stubble beard on his chin, and a suffocating pressure radiating from his body.

It seemed his gaze alone was enough to make it impossible to resist him.

"Mahayana Stage?"

Lin Chang’sheng sensed the aura and understood—the man was at the Mahayana Stage.

A Mahayana Stage cultivator was an elite in any corner of the Immortal Realm.

So his arrogance was well-earned.

Yet, a Mahayana Stage cultivator was no longer an impossible opponent for Lin Chang’sheng now.

After all, Lin Chang’sheng had his Spirit Beast—the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python—alongside him.

If things got ugly, he could summon Xiaonan at any moment.

"It’s me, Lin Chang’sheng!"

Staring at the powerhouse from Imperial City hovering above, Lin Chang’sheng showed no fear at all, introducing himself directly.

This sent a ripple of surprise through the onlookers.

The opponent was a Mahayana Stage powerhouse from the Imperial City, but Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t even fazed. Did he really think the guy wouldn’t dare kill him?

Or did he have a way to save his own life even against a Mahayana Stage cultivator?

"Lin Chang’sheng?"

Hearing the name, the newcomer clearly froze, a bit surprised. "Lin Chang’sheng—number one on the Celestial Pride List?"

"Just an empty title!"

Lin Chang’sheng replied, thinking the guy might cut him some slack.

Instead, the man just let out a cold laugh.

"So what? If you dare cause trouble in my Celestial Emperor City, there are only two outcomes. First, you get thrown into the death prison, never to see daylight for all eternity!"

Huang Peng spoke with absolute finality, not giving an inch just because Lin Chang’sheng was an Immortal Palace disciple.

After all, it was the rule of his Celestial Emperor City—he wouldn’t break it for Lin Chang’sheng.

Otherwise, why would anyone follow the rules in the future?

"And the second?"

Lin Chang’sheng asked.

"The second’s simple: death!"

Huang Peng barked coldly.

The surge of his aura exploded outward, making everyone within a hundred-zhang radius feel his overwhelming pressure, so strong it forced heads down all around.