Chapter 470 - 358: The Power of Mahayana Experts and a Dangerous Presence (Part 2)

If Wang Yun and the others chase after us, they won’t pose much of a threat to Lin Chang’sheng.

But those words just now—there was clearly nothing simple about them. That voice carried Cultivation far beyond the Integration Stage; it had to be a Mahayana Stage cultivator.

"You—you went and provoked a Mahayana Stage cultivator too?"

Hou Yutian was instantly stunned; with just a single sentence, his Inner Mansion was shaken to its core. If it wasn’t a Mahayana cultivator, there was no way their Divine Sense could be so violently oppressive.

"If I’m not mistaken, it should be someone from the Celestial Nether Sword Sect!"

Hou Shaojie echoed, recalling that during his clash with Lin Chang’sheng, he’d noticed a bloody mark on Lin Chang’sheng’s wrist.

At first, he thought it was just his imagination, but later realized—it was the mark branded upon anyone who killed and absorbed Sword Soul Power from a member of the Celestial Nether Sword Sect.

It made it easier for the sect to hunt them down.

"Celestial Nether Sword Sect?"

Hou Yutian’s heart trembled even more. The Celestial Nether Sword Sect was one of the top ten powers in the Immortal Realm!

If you mess with them, you’re inviting disaster on yourself—your whole sect could be wiped out.

"That’s right. In the Abandoned Land, I found a Grand Elder of Celestial Nether Sword Sect hiding out here recovering from his injuries. I only slightly offended him and he tried to kill me; in the end, I used the Grand Array to blast him to death!"

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t bother hiding anything—this was hardly a secret anyway.

Hearing this, all those nearby were absolutely stunned.

A young man under thirty... actually killed a Grand Elder of the Celestial Nether Sword Sect?

Just what kind of Cultivation—and what kind of terrifying Grand Array—would it take to do that?

"If you’re worried about getting dragged into this, we’ll part ways here. See you at the Refining God Sect someday."

Lin Chang’sheng spoke calmly. If they stayed, they’d just get dragged into danger too.

"That’s for the best. We’d just be a burden at this point—we’ll take our leave."

A young man spoke up first.

Soon, the others followed, saying their hurried goodbyes, all of them afraid calamity would reach them too.

After all, against Mahayana cultivators, they could be crushed with just a flick of the finger.

Soon only Hou Yutian and Hou Shaojie were left.

The two still hesitated for a moment, but with their lives on the line, they turned and ran too.

You only get one life; they weren’t confused about what was important.

"Shuang’er, you should go with them too."

Lin Chang’sheng saw that Shuang’er was still there, and spoke at once.

"No. I want to stay with Brother Chang’sheng, live or die together!"

Zhao Shuang’Er refused to leave him behind.

If she left and Lin Chang’sheng perished, she’d regret it for the rest of her life.

If Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t escape, she’d rather die with him.

Seeing Zhao Shuang’Er’s stubbornness, Lin Chang’sheng didn’t try to dissuade her anymore. He could only face the enemies approaching from behind head-on.

For Mahayana Stage cultivators, a thousand miles was nothing—just a blink of an eye.

In the distance, two figures appeared, arriving before Lin Chang’sheng in an instant.

One of them wore black robes, an enormous sword wound tightly to his back with iron chains.

A terrifying wave of Primordial Power surged within him.

The other sat atop a Flying Horse, with a body like iron and fists larger than most men’s heads.

He radiated explosive physical power from head to toe.

Both of them possessed fearsome Mahayana Cultivation.

"You little bastard, you really made me hunt you down! You killed a member of my Gu Family—today is the day you die!"

The burly man atop the Flying Horse looked at Lin Chang’sheng and spoke slowly.

Lin Chang’sheng’s youthfulness even caught Gu Shan by surprise.

He hadn’t expected Lin Chang’sheng to be so young—he didn’t look even thirty.

Yet he already had the strength to kill Gu Ji.

If this boy participated in the Celestial Pride List competition, he’d definitely rank highly.

Unfortunately, now that he’d been caught, the only way to join the Celestial Pride List was in his next life.

Staring at the pair before him, Lin Chang’sheng felt a flicker of fear deep down; after all, these two were on a completely different level, two whole Great Realms ahead of him.

On the surface, though, he kept an expression like calm, unmoving water.

"If I’m right, you’re with the Gu Family, and he’s from the Celestial Nether Sword Sect? You’re both here to take my life? Sadly, I only have one life. Who gets it?"

Lin Chang’sheng met their gaze without a hint of fear.

There was no way to win in a fight—his only chance was to escape with a Space Secret Technique while they were distracted.

If Gu Shan and the man in black could be provoked to fight, that would be perfect—then he’d have a chance to flee.

"Cut the crap! I want your head to pay tribute to my disciple’s spirit in the heavens!"

Luo Shang snarled in anger.

Lin Chang’sheng had killed two of his most beloved disciples. He’d chased the brat for half a month just to find him.

There was no way he’d let anyone else take Lin Chang’sheng’s life.

"You think you can just call dibs on his head? This brat must be killed by my own hand!"

Gu Shan refused to be outdone. He wanted to be the one to end this genius’s life—that was the only satisfying way to do it.

Otherwise, chasing Lin Chang’sheng for half a month would be a complete waste of time.

If he didn’t do it himself, wouldn’t he have come all this way for nothing?

"Why don’t you two fight it out first? Whoever wins can have my life."

Lin Chang’sheng spoke unhurriedly.

"Nice try, but you’ll have to die first!"

Gu Shan wasn’t going to fall for that trick. He had to kill this guy himself—then they could talk.

If they started fighting each other and Lin Chang’sheng slipped away, it’d all be for nothing.

With those words, Gu Shan abruptly unleashed a torrent of power, a terrifying aura flooding across a hundred miles in every direction.

The overwhelming pressure pressed down so hard on Lin Chang’sheng that he could barely move. Even raising a finger was a struggle, let alone inscribing an Array and fleeing.

"You two have some nerve. Do you know who I am?"

Lin Chang’sheng shouted coldly.

Gu Shan and Luo Shang were both stupefied. Wasn’t this punk just some ant from the Abandoned Land? Who else could he be?

"I don’t care if you’re the Lord of Heaven himself—you die today! Still putting on a show?"

Gu Shan’s eyes grew cold as he mocked relentlessly.

Trapped, Lin Chang’sheng could only summon the Void Divine Hall with his Divine Sense. It was ranked 999th on the Celestial Immortal List—there was no way they hadn’t heard of it?

The moment the Void Divine Hall emerged, it was like a colossal palace, imposing and magnificent, spiritual light swirling all around—it was clearly no ordinary Immortal Treasure.

Lin Chang’sheng planned to pretend to be the Void Immortal King, to intimidate his enemies for a moment.

If it worked, great. If not, he’d have to call out for Xiaobai.

"Void Divine Hall?"

Luo Shang mumbled the words as he saw it.

No wonder this kid was so monstrous. Could it be that the Void Immortal King had possessed him and returned?

"Looks like you’re not stupid. You recognize my Immortal Treasure. I’ll give you two a chance. Instead of opposing me for the sake of the dead, why don’t we work together?"

Lin Chang’sheng continued, forcing himself to sound calm, though his palms were already clammy with sweat.

If he couldn’t fool them this way, he’d be in deep trouble.

"Work together? How?"

Gu Shan asked, wanting to see what Lin Chang’sheng was trying to pull... or if he really was the Void Immortal King reborn.

"Are you stupid? Can’t you tell he’s lying? Let me kill him!"

Luo Shang had lost patience. Even if this brat was possessed by the Void Immortal King, that was all the more reason not to let him live.

If he managed to rise up... who would be able to stop him?

His words barely faded before Luo Shang gathered Primordial Power within his body and brought his Palm Seal crashing down toward Lin Chang’sheng.

The palm shot forth furiously, warping the very air around them.

BOOM—

But before the Palm Seal landed on Lin Chang’sheng, Gu Shan shattered it with a single punch.

"If anyone does the killing, it’s me! Don’t push your luck, or my Fist Aura will show you no mercy!"

Gu Shan stared coldly at Luo Shang, thinking this guy really didn’t know his place.

Lin Chang’sheng had to die, but only after his value was fully squeezed dry.

"I wanted to work with both of you, but it looks like I’m only working with you."

Lin Chang’sheng saw the discord between the two and laughed coldly to himself. "Elder Gu, all you have to do is protect me until I reach Mahayana Stage. Then, I’ll let you share the Sword Immortal Cave Mansion with me!"

Lin Chang’sheng mentioned the Sword Immortal Cave Mansion said to be left by the Void Immortal King at his death.

This Cave Mansion was no small matter—even many Tribulation Crossing powerhouses and Immortals desperately wanted to find such a Grotto Heaven Blessed Land for themselves.

Inside, there was surely the Sword Immortal’s life’s work, plus his own techniques and Immortal Skills.

"Sword Immortal? Are you talking about Sword Immortal Mu Zhen Tian’s Cave Mansion?"

Gu Shan’s heart trembled. If that was true, he couldn’t kill Lin Chang’sheng so easily right now.