Lin Chang’sheng used the Disguise Technique to take on Gao Yao’s appearance. That way, even if someone found out, nobody would suspect him.

Once the disguise was complete, Lin Chang’sheng immediately set off after the Blood Robe Sect.

At that moment, the Blood Robe Sect was already more than three hundred li from Longyang City.

Luckily, they hadn’t left the range of Lin Chang’sheng’s Divine Sense, so tracking them was still extremely easy.

Lin Chang’sheng trailed them at a steady distance, planning to make his move once they were farther away from Longyang City.

That way, even if other sects noticed the battle here, by the time they arrived, everyone from the Blood Robe Sect would already be dead.

Three hours later, the Blood Robe Sect was over five thousand li from Longyang City.

Seeing the timing was right, Lin Chang’sheng acted without hesitation.

With a wave of his hand, Lin Chang’sheng drew out the Yanyue Long Saber that Gao Yao had used before, slashing it straight toward the Blood Robe Sect group.

Whooo—

The powerful Blade Aura thundered down from the sky, howling as it fell.

"Who’s there?"

Just as Lin Chang’sheng struck, the Blood Robe Sect Elder, Zhou Yuan, was the first to notice something was wrong—someone was tailing them?

Trying to rob them halfway?

With a furious shout, the Blood Robe Sect Elder immediately spun around and struck with his palm.

A powerful Palm Seal condensed in midair, forming a blood-red mark.

Rumble—

When the Blade Aura collided with the Elder’s Palm Seal, a violent explosion erupted.

Amidst the roar, the blood-red Palm Seal was instantly shredded by the Blade Aura, which continued to crash down with unstoppable power.

Seeing things turn dire, the Blood Robe Sect Elder hurriedly retreated backward.

Boom—

The mighty Blade Aura slashed into the ground, kicking up dust and debris, splitting the earth with a massive gorge.

The Elder managed to escape quickly and was lucky, but the rest of his followers weren’t so fortunate.

Lin Chang’sheng killed them with a single blow, blood splattering everywhere.

"Who are you? What grudge does the Blood Robe Sect have with you, that you would strike so mercilessly?"

Zhou Yuan’s eyes widened in shock and dismay.

This person seemed to have Early Stage Mahayana Cultivation, but his Primordial Power was even more overwhelming than Zhou Yuan’s.

Even Zhou Yuan, at Middle Stage Mahayana, found it hard to resist.

He’d almost gotten careless and paid the price.

He couldn’t remember ever offending someone of this caliber.

"I want to kill you, so I kill you. Why bother with a grudge?"

Lin Chang’sheng replied with disdain—his words and manner exactly like Gao Yao’s.

With that, Lin Chang’sheng swung his saber, launching another attack at the Blood Robe Sect Elder.

The opponent had Middle Stage Mahayana Cultivation—definitely not to be underestimated—and he needed to finish it as quickly as possible.

If things got loud and other sects caught wind, there’d be no way to seize the Spirit Medicine.

"You’ve got guts!"

At that, fury lit up Zhou Yuan’s eyes. This man had slaughtered Blood Robe Sect disciples; there was no way he’d let this slide today.

With an angry shout, Zhou Yuan called forth a blood-colored Long Sword, ready to battle Lin Chang’sheng to the death.

"Blood Sword Four Directions!"

The Elder roared, sword light bursting forth, instantly generating countless streaks of blood-red Sword Qi. As he swung his blade, sword auras pierced toward Lin Chang’sheng from every direction.

Dense as blood-red raindrops pouring from the heavens.

Yet facing such a violent onslaught, Lin Chang’sheng showed no fear; harnessing his Body Technique, he weaved through the rain of endless swords, charging toward the Elder.

Seeing Lin Chang’sheng’s masterful Body Technique, the Elder was stunned.

To move so freely through that deadly barrage—his Immortal Technique must be several levels above his own.

"Die!"

Getting in close, Lin Chang’sheng struck with his palm.

ROAR—

The roars of dragons and tigers erupted, echoing in every direction.

Divine Dragons and furious tigers burst forth, an overwhelming spectacle.

At such close range, the Elder had nowhere to run—he could only raise his left hand and strike to block!

Bang—

The two Palm Seals crashed together fiercely, this blow no weaker than the last.

The Elder bore the full brunt of Lin Chang’sheng’s Power of Palm Seal, instantly sent flying backward, spewing blood from his mouth.

"This..."

Hitting the ground, the Elder felt as if he’d been shattered, his arm dislocated and agony coursing through him.

Even his Inner Mansion churned violently—he could barely muster any Primordial Power.

If not for his higher Realm, that single blow would’ve been enough to kill him.

"You... you’re Lin Chang’sheng?"

The Elder immediately sensed something was off.

The opponent’s power was far beyond what his Realm should allow. Plus, the Blood Robe Sect had never wronged anyone enough for this.

Other than Lin Chang’sheng, he couldn’t think of anyone else.

"You learned too late!"

Since he’d been discovered, Lin Chang’sheng didn’t deny it—he’d let the Elder die knowing.

"So it is you! You bastard—trying to steal my Spirit Medicine?"

The Elder clutched his chest and staggered back. To die so unjustly at Lin Chang’sheng’s hand—that would be the ultimate humiliation.

As he spoke, Zhou Yuan pulled out a Talisman Paper, crushing it and tossing it to the sky.

Rumble—

Up in the heavens, a blood-red Long Saber appeared, lingering without disappearing.

This was clearly a signal method used by the Blood Robe Sect.

Lin Chang’sheng had to finish this quickly, or once reinforcements arrived, killing the Elder would be far harder.

"Did you think I wouldn’t expect you to ambush me? I’ve been waiting for you! Now all the major sects have received my signal—hurrying to this spot. There’s no escape for you!"

The Elder let out a cold laugh.

He hadn’t fought Lin Chang’sheng over the Spirit Medicine for nothing.

Naturally, he had a plan—to lure Lin Chang’sheng into an ambush.

And Lin Chang’sheng actually fell for it.