Before attending the auction, the Celestial Nether Sword Sect, Blood Robe Sect, and Celestial Orchid Sect had already joined forces.

They had to figure out a way to lure Lin Chang’sheng out.

When the time came, they’d surround and kill him.

Blood Robe Sect was the perfect bait.

Because out of all the major sects, Blood Robe Sect was the weakest.

If the Celestial Nether Sword Sect fought Lin Chang’sheng over the Spirit Medicine, Lin Chang’sheng probably wouldn’t have the urge to kill.

When the Blood Robe Sect Elder saw Lin Chang’sheng take the bait, he spun around and tried to run.

All he needed to do now was wait for the other sect elders to arrive.

Then they could gang up and kill Lin Chang’sheng together.

"Trying to escape?"

Lin Chang’sheng watched as the Blood Robe Sect Elder fled at top speed, instantly summoning his Divine Thunder Bow.

Since his identity was already exposed, there was no need to hide anymore.

Too late—

As soon as the Divine Thunder Bow appeared, lightning surged all around, as if the Thunder God himself was furious.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Lin Chang’sheng drew the Divine Thunder Bow till it was a full moon, then released the bowstring—countless arrows tore through the air, heading straight for the Blood Robe Sect Elder.

The arrows moved like specters, their speed and trajectory nearly impossible to predict.

With no time to dodge, the Blood Robe Sect Elder could only turn back and furiously swing his sword, unleashing Sword Qi to block the attack.

Boom—

A Thunderbolt Arrow smashed into the Blood Robe Sect Elder’s blade, erupting in a deafening thunderclap.

Just one arrow sent him flying; the rest closed in from every direction.

"No—"

The Blood Robe Sect Elder roared, unwilling to accept his fate; he gathered all his Primordial Power to shield himself, hoping to block the Thunderbolt Arrows.

But it was wishful thinking.

The might of a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure isn’t something someone at Middle Stage Mahayana can withstand.

Bam bam bam—

Explosions rang out in a chain, blood spraying through the air.

By the time he landed, there was nothing left of the Blood Robe Sect Elder’s body that was intact; the Thunderbolt Arrows had blasted him into a bloody mess.

At this point, Zhou Yuan had barely a breath left.

"When—all the elders—arrive, you—won’t escape death either—"

Zhou Yuan choked out blood, forcing the words.

As soon as he finished, his head lolled to the side—dead.

Buzz—

In the next instant, Zhou Yuan’s Divine Soul flew out of his body—only to be swept up by Lin Chang’sheng’s Holy Soul Banner.

He then stored the corpse and its Spirit Treasure into his Storage Bag, one by one.

After dealing with it all, Lin Chang’sheng didn’t rush to leave.

Instead, he stood his ground, waiting for the sects to arrive.

If the major sects had conspired to kill him, then he wouldn’t let them walk away empty-handed.

If Lin Chang’sheng was still only at the Integration Stage, he might have avoided the battle.

But now, with Mahayana Cultivation, Lin Chang’sheng could hold his own against anyone at his Realm, basically unbeatable.

Even against a Tribulation Crossing Stage powerhouse, as long as he used the Nine Heavens Soul-Devouring Immortal Array, he could kill them too.

So he had no fear of the other sect elders arriving.

If they dared to come, he’d wipe them out, all at once.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

In less than half a stick of incense, the elders of Celestial Nether Sword Sect and Celestial Orchid Sect arrived.

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t recognize the person from Celestial Nether Sword Sect—a mysterious figure in black robes and a bamboo hat, Cultivation at Early Stage of Tribulation Crossing.

The Celestial Orchid Sect’s elder was nowhere near as powerful—only Late Stage Mahayana Cultivation.

"Elder Gao Yao?"

Celestial Orchid Sect Elder Zhao Yang saw the ’Gao Yao’ Lin Chang’sheng was impersonating, and seemed to recognize him, calling out from afar.

He was amazed; the signal had clearly been sent by Blood Robe Sect’s Zhou Yuan.

Why was Zhou Yuan nowhere in sight?

Only Gao Yao was standing here?

"Elder Gao, have you seen Zhou Yuan and Lin Chang’sheng?"

Zhao Yang asked curiously.

Gao Yao definitely arrived first, so he should know what happened.

"You’re late. I think Zhou Yuan is already dead!"

Lin Chang’sheng pointed at the pool of blood on the ground.

Zhao Yang was much stronger than Zhou Yuan, at Late Stage Mahayana. Lin Chang’sheng wouldn’t be able to kill him head-on without effort.

So his plan was to catch Zhao Yang off guard and seriously wound him.

First, he needed to get his attention, then strike when he least expected it.

Sure enough, when Zhao Yang heard Lin Chang’ssheng’s words, he rushed forward, standing before Lin Chang’ssheng and looking down at the bloodstain.

There was indeed a pool of blood on the ground; clearly, Zhou Yuan might already be dead.

Just as Zhao Yang was inspecting it, Lin Chang’sheng struck without warning—slamming a palm toward Zhao Yang’s back.

"Bold!"

Zhao Yang was worthy of being a Late Stage Mahayana powerhouse—he reacted instantly the moment Lin Chang’ssheng attacked.

Primordial Power exploded within, forming a powerful Elemental Shield around his body.

Boom—

Lin Chang’ssheng’s Fist Aura crashed into Zhao Yang’s Elemental Shield, sending out thunderous shockwaves.

Amid the explosions, Zhao Yang was thrown far into the distance.

By the time he stabilized, he’d flown a hundred zhang away—it showed just how powerful Lin Chang’ssheng’s punch was.

Too bad Zhao Yang managed to react.

If not, that palm strike would have taken half his life.

Even so, Zhao Yang wasn’t unscathed; blood surged within, his meridians chaotic, obviously injured.

"You’re not Elder Gao—you, who are you?"

Zhao Yang glared furiously at Lin Chang’ssheng.

He’d met Gao Yao a few times; Gao Yao would never attack him out of nowhere.

"The one who’s going to kill you!"

Lin Chang’ssheng wasn’t interested in talk.

Since Zhao Yang had joined Blood Robe Sect and Celestial Nether Sword Sect in plotting his murder, how could he be spared?

Without another word, Lin Chang’ssheng unleashed both fists in another attack.

The Ten Directions Divine Dragon Fist was not to be underestimated.

As his fist struck out, a dragon’s roar shook the heavens.

As he attacked Zhao Yang, Lin Chang’ssheng kept an eye on the Celestial Nether Sword Sect elder.

He noticed the man still hadn’t made a move.

No clue what he was thinking.

No matter what they planned—since they’d come today, none of them would leave alive.

"Arrogant!"

Zhao Yang saw Lin Chang’ssheng attack again and grew angry—this guy only had Early Stage Mahayana Cultivation, yet dared to try to kill him?

Courting death.

Roar roar—

The powerful Divine Dragon Fist Aura blasted toward Zhao Yang in an instant.

Staring at the rampaging Fiery Flame Divine Dragon, Zhao Yang frowned—he could feel an invisible pressure in the punch.

This guy was just Early Stage Mahayana and could unleash Primordial Power as strong as Middle Stage Mahayana.

And his Immortal Technique was just as fierce, almost on Zhao Yang’s level.

If this guy’s cultivation was any higher, Zhao Yang might not be able to handle him at all.

"Break!"

Zhao Yang shouted, meeting the attack with a palm—the Palm Seal turned into nine mountain ranges, charging the Divine Dragon head-on.

Trying to pin the dragon beneath the mountains.

Bam bam bam—

The instant the Palm Seal met the Divine Dragon Fist Aura, savage collisions echoed out.

Lin Chang’ssheng’s Immortal Technique was much stronger, but compared to Late Stage Mahayana, his Primordial Power was still a bit lacking.

The two were evenly matched.

"Dragon God True Body Technique!"

Seeing this, Lin Chang’ssheng knew he’d have to go all out to kill his opponent, so he unleashed the Dragon God True Body Technique.

Suddenly, nine Divine Dragons soared into the sky.

As the Divine Dragon Power flooded into Lin Chang’ssheng’s body, his muscles bulged—ready to explode with raw force.

With the boost of Divine Dragon Power, Lin Chang’ssheng’s cultivation and physical strength shot up to Middle Stage Mahayana.

Now, with his new power and Primordial Power, it would be much easier to kill his opponent.

"Force Field Realm!"

Lin Chang’ssheng spread his Force Field Realm, unleashing immense pressure that drastically slowed Zhao Yang and put him in grave danger.

The Force Field Realm grew stronger as Lin Chang’ssheng’s cultivation increased—anyone below Tribulation Crossing Stage would be affected.

"You—you’re Lin Chang’ssheng! Celestial Ghost Elder, strike now, he’s Lin Chang’ssheng!"

Now that Zhao Yang realized Gao Yao was really Lin Chang’ssheng in disguise, he hurriedly called out.

Hoping the Celestial Nether Sword Sect elder would join in and kill Lin Chang’ssheng.

After all, Lin Chang’ssheng was only at Mahayana, while the Celestial Ghost Elder was at Tribulation Crossing Stage—it should be easy for him to kill Lin Chang’ssheng.

To Zhao Yang’s surprise, the Celestial Ghost Elder didn’t move at all, just stood where he was.

Since he wasn’t moving, Lin Chang’ssheng didn’t bother with him—he’d take Zhao Yang out first.

With the power of Divine Dragon and Domain Power together.

Lin Chang’ssheng’s Primordial Power grew even stronger.

"Time to die!"

Lin Chang’ssheng drew the Divine Thunder Bow, firing nine Thunderbolt Arrows straight at Zhao Yang.

Under the crushing force of the Force Field Realm, Zhao Yang moved so slowly he couldn’t dodge—he had no choice but to face the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure head-on.