Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

"You’ve got guts. Let’s see just how strong you really are!"

Lu Fang saw that his men were no match for Lin Chang’sheng, so he decided to step in himself and crush him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a long spear appeared in Lu Fang’s hand. The spear pierced through the air with a shrill whistle, heading straight for Lin Chang’sheng.

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t take a single step back. He raised his blade and swung.

Boom—boom—boom—

The blade aura and spear aura collided in an instant, erupting with a deafening roar.

The powerful shockwave sent Wine Sword Immortal and all the other disciples flying.

At the same time, the crash snapped them out of the trance induced by the Bewitching Fragrance.

Under that thunderous noise, Lu Fang was blasted back by Lin Chang’sheng’s blade, blood spraying from his mouth.

Clearly, his organs had suffered a heavy blow.

Lu Fang never saw it coming—was Lin Chang’sheng really this strong?

Wasn’t he supposed to be only at the Middle Stage of Divinity Transformation?

Why did it feel like he was at the Late Stage at least?

"What the hell is going on?"

Yu Lingfei watched Lin Chang’sheng clash violently with the enemy, completely bewildered by the chaos.

"We must’ve been poisoned and knocked out. Why else would we just pass out for no reason? The Demon God Tribe is clearly up to no good!"

"Exactly! My body still feels numb, I can barely move!"

"Same here! Everyone, channel your magical power and force out the toxins!"

"Such despicable bastards. As soon as I recover, I’ll slaughter them all!"

...

The surrounding disciples voiced their anger at the Demon God Tribe’s underhanded tactics.

And most had figured out what was really going on.

The ones who’d recovered jumped back into the fight, clashing with the Demon Race Tribe’s warriors.

The ones still weakened sat cross-legged, using magical power to purge the poison from their bodies.

After knocking Lu Fang back with a single blow, Lin Chang’sheng showed no intention of letting him off. He drove forward and unleashed a punch.

It was the Heaven-Shaking Divine Dragon Fist.

ROAR—

As the fist aura exploded forth, a dragon’s roar shook the air.

A golden Divine Dragon coiled around the fist aura, making it even more overwhelming.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—

The next instant, the fist aura smashed the ground near Lu You, launching him through the air with the force of the blast.

If he hadn’t dodged in time, that punch would have been enough to kill him on the spot.

After all, Lu Fang’s cultivation was only at the Middle Stage of Divinity Transformation—trying to challenge Lin Chang’sheng, now at Late Stage Divinity Transformation, was suicide.

Inside the Demon God Tribe Chief’s residence.

When he heard the explosive sounds in the distance, he immediately knew something was wrong.

If everything were going smoothly, there wouldn’t be such intense clashes.

"Damn it!"

The chief cursed in frustration, stomped his foot, quickly dressed, and sped out the door.

Not far away, Gao Lin also heard the fighting and felt a pang of regret—if he’d known this would happen, he never would’ve brought Lin Chang’sheng and the others here.

Now it looked like a vicious battle was about to erupt!

He just hoped it wouldn’t end in a disaster no one could fix.

He knew how powerful Lin Chang’sheng was—even if they tried to crush him, they’d pay a steep price.

"I figured you bastards were up to something. Guess you couldn’t even wait a single night before showing your true colors—pathetic!"

Wine Sword Immortal glared at the toppled Lu Fang, cursing him in rage.

These people had no sense of honor at all.

"You should be honored to be sacrificed to the Demon God! None of you are leaving here alive today!"

Even knowing he was no match for Lin Chang’sheng, Lu Fang showed no hint of fear.

Because he understood—alone, he couldn’t defeat Lin Chang’sheng, but with the full strength of the tribe, they definitely wouldn’t let anyone escape.

"Then I’ll send you off first!"

Lin Chang’sheng had no intention of sparing him. As soon as the words left his lips, he slashed out a blade aura straight at Lu Fang.

CLANG—

But just as the blade aura was about to cut Lu Fang down, the Demon God Tribe Chief, Gu Ji, rushed in.

He intercepted Lin Chang’sheng’s attack, blocking the lethal blade aura.

The aura radiating from Gu Ji made Lin Chang’sheng’s brows furrow slightly.

This was unmistakably a Void Refining Stage powerhouse.

"What’s with all the shouting? Why the bloodshed?"

Gu Ji feigned innocence and asked what was happening.

But there was no way he’d fool Lin Chang’sheng—without Gu Ji’s approval, Lu Fang never would’ve acted on his own.

"Chief, if you don’t want us here, we can leave at any time. Sneaking around like this is beneath you. And don’t pretend—he’s your man. You think he’d act without your orders?"

Lin Chang’sheng spoke bluntly. Now that cards were on the table, he had nothing to fear.

He only worried that if the fight broke out, the disciples from the Southern Realm would get caught up in the chaos.

"You’ve got some nerve, kid! Watch your mouth and stop slinging accusations!"

Another tribe leader roared at Lin Chang’sheng.

Even if it was true, there was no way they’d admit it.

"Accusations? Then go ahead, absorb these demon cores for me!"

Lin Chang’sheng summoned his primordial power, swiped the demon cores, and hurled them at the leader.

"You—"

That left the leader sputtering, lost for words.

"There’s probably been a misunderstanding—peace is better for everyone,"

Gu Ji kept trying to calm things down.

Even though he was confident he could kill Lin Chang’sheng, fighting here could wake the Demon God—and if that happened, the whole tribe might suffer.

So Gu Ji planned to keep the peace for now, then find a chance to wipe them out later.

But Gu Ji wanted to brush the matter aside—Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t going to be deceived so easily.

"Peace is fine by me, but that man dies today!"

Lin Chang’sheng’s eyes were ice-cold as he stared at Lu Fang. Since Lu Fang made the move, there was no way he would be spared.

Once the deed was done, Lin Chang’sheng would simply take his people and leave.

Backing down without a fight wasn’t Lin Chang’sheng’s style.

"Don’t forget where you are! This is my Demon God Tribe. Act up again and you won’t like what happens!"

Gu Ji’s eyes grew cold and sinister.

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t giving him a shred of respect.

If he agreed to let Lin Chang’sheng kill one of his own leaders, how could he hold on to his authority as chief?

No one would respect him anymore if he couldn’t protect his own tribe.

"You started the killing, and now you accuse me of disrespect? I’d love to see you try to get tough!"

Lin Chang’sheng said coldly, then quietly sent a message to Wine Sword Immortal—if the fight broke out, he should get the disciples out.

The enemy’s cultivation wasn’t weak—even if Lin Chang’sheng could win, it’d be a brutal battle.

And he couldn’t guarantee everyone’s safety in the chaos.

Wine Sword Immortal nodded, signaling for Lin Chang’sheng not to worry.

With that, Lin Chang’sheng had no more reservations and could fight at full strength.

"Men! Seize him!"

The chief barked an order, and the other four tribe leaders charged in to surround and attack Lin Chang’sheng.

But Lin Chang’sheng showed no fear in the face of their assault.

None of those leaders had broken through to the Void Refining Stage.

The Divinity Transformation Stage meant nothing to Lin Chang’sheng now.

He struck out with his palm, summoning a storm of palm seals in the air—the Myriad Buddhas Pay Homage.

The seals poured down like rain, blasting at the enemies rushing forward.

The crowd thought the attack would be weak and didn’t bother dodging.

But once hit, they realized the power was way beyond anything they’d expected.

BANG—BANG—BANG—

Each thunderous explosion sent the four leaders flying from Lin Chang’sheng’s palm strikes.

Some even spat blood, bodies wracked by heavy injury.

Gu Ji’s brows tightened—he hadn’t expected Lin Chang’sheng’s power to be so terrifying.

"You’ve got some real moves, kid. But today is the day you die!"

Gu Ji stopped waiting—he was going to deal with Lin Chang’sheng himself.

If he could release his divine sense, Gu Ji could use his pressure to crush Lin Chang’sheng.

But here, divine sense couldn’t be released, so that trump card was useless.

All Gu Ji could do was rely on his advantage in primordial power to kill Lin Chang’sheng.

Even though Lin Chang’sheng only seemed to be at the Divinity Transformation Stage, he still had several secret techniques he hadn’t revealed.

Once he unleashed them, both his physical strength and primordial power would spike to another level.

"Die!"

Gu Ji shot forward, striking out with a palm to smash Lin Chang’sheng.

He wanted to kill with a single blow—if the fight went on, it could wake the Demon God, and then the whole tribe was doomed.

If the Demon God woke, they’d all be facing destruction.