Free Web NovelChapter 685: Chapter 466: Cold Frost Jade Toad, Nanshan Daoist
"How could ants ever shake a tree?"
Gu Shan snorted in disdain. To deal with these people, there was no need for Lin Chang’sheng to even lift a finger—he could wipe them all out himself.
"Pathetic. I want to see just how strong you really are! All of you, attack!"
At Qin Yuan’s sharp command, over a hundred cultivators surrounding them erupted into action, launching their attacks at Lin Chang’sheng and Gu Shan.
But Lin Chang’sheng remained motionless amidst the onslaught, directly channeling his primordial power to form a golden Elemental Shield around himself.
This shield was none other than the Infinite Immortal Yuan Shield, a defense of immense strength.
Even cultivators of the same level would struggle to shatter it, let alone these Integration Stage insects.
Boom, boom, boom—
A barrage of attacks crashed onto the Elemental Shield in front of Lin Chang’sheng, rumbling with thunderous force, yet failing to shake him in the slightest.
Gu Shan, on the other hand, didn’t bother defending at all—he went on the offensive, each punch he threw ending with multiple cultivators dead on the spot.
Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t sitting idle either. After blocking the first wave, he struck out with his palm—a mighty Fiery Flame Palm Seal surged forth like a dragon’s breath.
In an instant, a dozen Integration Stage cultivators were burned to ash.
This Cyan Lotus True Flame was no ordinary fire—even Mahayana stage cultivators would keep their distance, let alone those in the Integration Stage.
Divine Flame Realm Experience Points +1!
Divine Flame Realm Experience Points +1!
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As Lin Chang’sheng unleashed one flame palm after another, the Divine Flame Realm’s experience points soared wildly.
Starting fires could raise his mastery of the Divine Flame Realm; tearing through the air let him grind his Nine Heavens Phoenix Cry Step proficiency.
While burning fellow cultivators to cinders, Lin Chang’sheng also flickered and weaved with the Nine Heavens Phoenix Cry Step, boosting his mastery in both powerful arts at once.
Nine Heavens Phoenix Cry Step Experience Points +1!
Nine Heavens Phoenix Cry Step Experience Points +1!
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In the blink of an eye, the once-mighty ranks of the Cyan Dragon Gang suffered a bloodbath—dozens were slain in a heartbeat.
Qin Yuan’s heart froze at the carnage before him.
Did these two really possess such overwhelming strength?
Looks like he’d bitten off more than he could chew this time.
But there was no turning back—no matter how tough the bone was, he had to gnaw it down.
Otherwise, how could the Cyan Dragon Gang ever gain a foothold here again?
"Die for me!"
Qin Yuan roared furiously, conjuring a long spear in his grip. As primordial power surged into the spear, its aura blazed, transforming into a Celestial Dome Spear that pierced through the sky, thrusting straight for Gu Shan.
Witnessing the spear’s tremendous force, Gu Shan showed not a hint of retreat.
His fists clenched, muscles bulged, and he rocketed forward, swinging both fists out with full power.
High above, twin torrents of Fist Aura collided fearlessly with the monstrous Spear Aura barreling forward.
Rumble—
In a flash, the auras crashed together.
Thunder boomed to the heavens.
The weaker cultivators were instantly blasted off their feet—some even erupted in blood from their orifices, dropping dead on the spot.
Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t affected in the slightest by such shockwaves. He stood rooted like an ancient tree, only his clothes snapping in the violent wind.
As the shockwave spread, Gu Shan and Qin Yuan’s attacks didn’t stop, but locked together in a stalemate overhead.
Both were Late Stage Mahayana cultivators, evenly matched in raw might.
Lin Chang’sheng didn’t rush to help Gu Shan—he intended to slaughter all the Cyan Dragon Gang minions first.
Even ants are still meat!
Once he gathered the souls of the slain into the Holy Soul Banner, Lin Chang’sheng could absorb the power of their Divine Souls to enhance his own cultivation.
"Quick, run! Get out of here—"
At last, the Cyan Dragon Gang members realized Lin Chang’sheng was out of their league, and scrambled to flee in panic.
But whether they could escape depended entirely on Lin Chang’sheng’s whim.
Watching the rabble scatter in all directions, Lin Chang’sheng didn’t pursue at once, instead flicking his wrist to summon the Divine Thunder Bow.
Crack—
As the Divine Thunder Bow appeared, the air erupted in crackling thunder, lightning arcing everywhere.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Lin Chang’sheng drew the bow, launching Thunderbolt Arrows that sliced through the night sky, screaming after every fleeing cultivator.
Each Thunderbolt Arrow seemed alive, endlessly chasing down its prey.
Bam, bam, bam—
Every arrow shot brought instant death—none missed, each claiming a life in a flash.
In just a few breaths, the once-raucous night fell eerily silent.
Now, besides Qin Yuan, every member of the Cyan Dragon Gang lay dead by Lin Chang’sheng’s hand.
Whoosh—
Lin Chang’sheng whipped out the Holy Soul Banner, swooping up every fallen soul in an instant.
When there were enough, he’d absorb and refine the lot together.
"Y-you... You’re Lin Chang’sheng?"
Having witnessed the Divine Thunder Bow in action, Qin Yuan’s eyes bulged with terror.
He’d never seen Lin Chang’sheng in person, but he knew about the Divine Thunder Bow.
After all, it was a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure—Nanshan Daoist He Jie had died fighting over it at the Immortal Martial Hall.
"So you actually recognize me?"
Lin Chang’sheng was a bit surprised—was his reputation really that big now?
But Gu Shan didn’t give a damn who knew Lin Chang’sheng’s name. With a burst of power, he smashed Qin Yuan flying, then pressed the attack, throwing torrents of Fist Aura at him.
Qin Yuan whipped his spear desperately to defend, but was still driven back step by step, his defense breaking.
Gu Shan had no treasure in hand, yet the force of his fists rivaled any Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure.
With every punch, Qin Yuan’s arms trembled violently from the shock.
"Seniors, I was blind not to recognize real masters—please, forgive me!"
Qin Yuan staggered backward again, hastily begging for mercy.
Cold sweat rolled down his forehead as terror seized his heart.
Of all people, why the hell did he provoke Lin Chang’sheng?
What fucking bad luck!
If he had another chance, no amount of guts or bravado would make him cross Lin Chang’sheng ever again.
