After all, in his eyes, Lin Chang’sheng was only at the Middle Stage of Mahayana, and even if he had a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure, he wouldn’t be much of a match.

If he hadn’t been thinking of running away just now, he wouldn’t have been injured by Lin Chang’sheng.

"Let me see if you actually have what it takes!"

Lin Chang’sheng replied with disdain. If he wasn’t certain he could kill the guy, he wouldn’t have revealed his identity in the first place.

"Die!"

Liao Xinghu swung his giant hammer; the space around him twisted, wind and thunder roared.

With a furious shout, an enormous Celestial Thunder Divine Hammer formed in the void, and, with Liao Xinghu’s swing, smashed down toward Lin Chang’sheng’s position.

This hammer was over three hundred zhang wide and long, like a Thunder God’s weapon, and radiated an extremely powerful pressure.

Seeing such a savage attack coming, Lin Chang’sheng knew that resisting it would drain a lot of his Primordial Power, so he decided to dodge instead.

"Get out of the way, quick!"

Before Lin Chang’sheng moved, he heard Yu Lanfeng’s anxious shout behind him.

If Lin Chang’sheng tried to go head-to-head with Liao Xinghu, it would clearly be a stupid move.

She had already suffered from pulling that stunt herself just moments ago.

The giant hammer in Liao Xinghu’s hands, combined with the Heaven-Suppressing Sect’s Hammer Technique Immortal Skill, was terrifyingly powerful.

At the same level, not many could rival Liao Xinghu, let alone Lin Chang’sheng, whose cultivation was lower.

That’s why Yu Lanfeng figured, if Lin Chang’sheng faced Liao Xinghu head-on, he’d definitely get severely injured.

If Yu Lanfeng realized this, there’s no way Lin Chang’sheng hadn’t either.

He wasn’t some brainless brute, after all.

Just as Yu Lanfeng shouted, Lin Chang’sheng’s figure flashed and vanished from where he stood.

BOOM—

The next moment, the Thunderbolt Giant Hammer crashed down where Lin Chang’sheng had just been, setting off a deafening explosion.

Countless rocks flew; the ground shook.

When the dust settled, Liao Xinghu found that Lin Chang’sheng was nowhere in sight.

He thought he’d already crushed him to death with that hammer.

"Overestimated yourself!"

Liao Xinghu snorted in disdain.

He then turned his gaze to Yu Lanfeng.

"Hand over the Holy Pill, or you’re next!"

Liao Xinghu’s eyes glinted with viciousness. He’d gone to great lengths to get that Holy Pill.

"I don’t think you’ll live long enough to take it!"

Yu Lanfeng looked right at Liao Xinghu, a playful smile on her lips.

That set Liao Xinghu on edge, and he immediately whirled around swinging his hammer.

BOOM—

But Liao Xinghu was still a beat too slow; Lin Chang’sheng’s Thunderbolt Arrow shot out and slammed into him, blasting him far away.

When he regained his stance, deep wounds were visible all over his chest, the blood pouring out in streams.

This was the power unleashed by the Thunder Flame Arrow.

If Liao Xinghu didn’t have Late Stage Mahayana Cultivation, just those few arrows would’ve been enough to finish him.

"You... you’re not dead?"

Liao Xinghu stared in fright at the distance, seeing Lin Chang’sheng standing untouched in midair.

Seeing Liao Xinghu gravely wounded, Yu Lanfeng seized the chance to attack, slashing Sword Aura after Sword Aura at him.

In this battered state, Liao Xinghu was no match for Yu Lanfeng; he was forced to retreat over and over, utterly defenseless.

Yu Lanfeng’s Sword Aura kept carving into Liao Xinghu’s body, splattering blood everywhere.

"Elder Yu, please, spare me! If I die, the Heaven-Suppressing Sect will never let you all off!"

Feeling the situation was dire, Liao Xinghu, now heavily wounded, didn’t stand a chance against Lin Chang’sheng and Yu Lanfeng, so he could only beg for mercy.

"Why didn’t you show mercy back there?"

Yu Lanfeng had no intention of letting Liao Xinghu off; she unleashed even stronger Sword Aura, activating the Misty Sword Technique.

The Misty Sword Technique was Piaomiao Sect’s top swordsmanship— Sword Aura shifting between illusion and reality; true and false, impossible to predict.

The only way to block it was to counter every strand.

But now, hurt like this, there was no way Liao Xinghu could block them all.

Pchhk—

Pchhk—

Sharp Sword Aura kept piercing through Liao Xinghu’s abdomen, chest, neck, piling injury upon injury as his life force drained away.

"You... guys—"

Liao Xinghu tried to speak, but before he could finish, collapsed in utter unwillingness.

Buzz—

The next instant, Liao Xinghu’s Divine Soul separated from his body.

"Damn you, Yu Lanfeng! I’ll remember this! One day I’ll see all Spirit Mountain wiped out!

Liao Xinghu’s Divine Soul roared angrily, bitterness flooding his heart. He never expected to fall for such a stupid mistake, dying at the hands of Lin Chang’sheng and Yu Lanfeng.

As soon as he finished, Liao Xinghu tried to flee, but in that moment, his world spun around and Lin Chang’sheng sucked him directly into the Holy Soul Banner.

"Want revenge? Only if I give you a shot! Enjoy your stay inside!"

Lin Chang’sheng replied coldly.

If Liao Xinghu escaped, he’d become a massive threat down the road.

As long as nobody squealed, who’d know Liao Xinghu had fallen by Lin Chang’sheng’s hand?

"Soul Banner? So, you really are an evil cultivator?"

Seeing Lin Chang’sheng use the Holy Soul Banner, Yu Lanfeng’s heart jolted with shock.

This Soul Banner was something only evil cultivators used. Now that Lin Chang’sheng had it, it was obvious he had links to the dark arts.

"Just because I use a Soul Banner, that makes me evil? Elder Yu, you’re being a bit shallow, aren’t you? If I were evil, would I have saved you?"

Lin Chang’sheng was speechless— he’d just saved her, and she accused him of being an evil cultivator?

"Then how do you know how to use a Soul Banner?"

Yu Lanfeng pressed on.

"This isn’t the place for talk. If you want to know more, come with me, I’ll explain everything."

Lin Chang’sheng stashed Liao Xinghu’s body into the Holy Soul Banner too and got ready to leave.

If any other sects found out he’d killed Liao Xinghu, he’d be in deep trouble.

Without another word, Lin Chang’sheng left the area.

Yu Lanfeng wanted answers, so she followed after him.

But just as the two left, a Heaven-Suppressing Sect disciple who’d been playing dead quickly scrambled up and ran off.

What happened today shook him to the core—he had to report this to the Sect Leader.

After Lin Chang’sheng left, he fled for ten thousand miles before he found a cave with nobody inside to hide out in.

This time he’d really scored big.

Lin Chang’sheng had slain three powerful cultivators: Blood Robe Sect’s Zhou Yuan, Celestial Orchid Sect’s Zhao Yang, and Heaven-Suppressing Sect’s Liao Xinghu.

All three were elders in their sects, so surely their Storage Bags held lots of treasures.

"I wonder if that old Celestial Ghost is dead yet?"

Lin Chang’sheng thought to himself. If the Celestial Nether Sword Sect’s Celestial Ghost Elder had died, he’d probably have even better loot.

But when Lin Chang’sheng entered the space of the Nine Heavens Soul-Devouring Immortal Array, he saw the Celestial Ghost Elder was still alive.

"Still holding on? Not dead yet?"

Lin Chang’sheng was a bit surprised. If the guy wasn’t dead, then he might as well turn up the heat himself.

Lin Chang’sheng directed He Jie, Gao Yao, and a bunch of Divine Souls to attack the Celestial Ghost Elder relentlessly.

It threw the Celestial Ghost Elder into even more chaos, struggling to keep up.

Since He Jie and Gao Yao’s Divine Souls were both at the Tribulation Crossing Stage, their attacks packed immense punch.

"No, please, don’t kill me! Whatever you want, it’s yours!"

The Celestial Ghost Elder immediately started begging for his life.

That made Lin Chang’sheng laugh.

If I kill you, I get everything anyway! You think I need you to give it to me? Do I look stupid?

"If I kill you, I get all your stuff regardless!"

Lin Chang’sheng sped up the slaughter. He really liked the Soul Devouring Technique that the Celestial Ghost Elder had; once he got it, he’d devour all the Divine Souls in the Soul Banner and his cultivation would soar.

In less than half a stick of incense, the Celestial Ghost Elder was forced to the brink, his Divine Soul growing weaker and weaker, until countless Demon Beasts swarmed him. Lin Chang’sheng had He Jie slash him with a sword, finishing him off.

And after he died, his soul was locked in place, unable to escape.

With the Celestial Ghost Elder dead, Lin Chang’sheng laid out the Storage Bags of Zhou Yuan, Zhao Yang, Liao Xinghu, and the Celestial Ghost Elder, ready to size up his haul.

Once Lin Chang’sheng poured out the contents of all four Storage Bags, he couldn’t help but be impressed.

These four had collected a crapload of treasures!

Whoosh—

Suddenly, a figure darted into the cave.

It was Yu Lanfeng, who’d followed Lin Chang’sheng here.

That really surprised Lin Chang’sheng—he hadn’t thought Yu Lanfeng would actually follow him all this way.

"Yu Lanfeng, you helped with killing Liao Xinghu, so you get credit. From these treasures, pick any three you like!"

Lin Chang’sheng said straight up, not stingy at all.