Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Watching the blade aura slashing toward him, Lin Chang’sheng didn’t dodge at all, but swung his own blade in return.

After all, this guy was only at the Middle Stage of Void Refining; only that so-called Senior Brother of theirs was at the Late Stage.

This man had almost no chance of killing him.

Besides, Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t evade at this moment—if he dodged, the one to suffer would be Zhao Shuang’Er.

Whoosh—

The Evil-Breaking Saber lashed out in an instant, its blade aura twisting the space itself. Such a domineering strike made the third disciple of the Blood Robe Sect stare in shock.

"An Upper Grade Celestial Spirit Treasure?"

Liu Baiju never expected the opponent, just at the Early Stage of Void Refining, would possess such a treasure.

You know, Upper Grade Celestial Spirit Treasures are things that only Mahayana Stage powerhouses might have a shot at obtaining.

He never imagined someone at Early Stage of Void Refining would wield a treasure like that.

Right now, the blade aura unleashed by Lin Chang’sheng was overwhelmingly powerful; Liu Baiju was already too late to pull back his attack.

BOOM—

In the next instant, both blade auras clashed violently in the sky.

With a thunderous blast, the blade aura unleashed by Liu Baiju shattered instantly, utterly smashed by Lin Chang’sheng’s strike.

And the blade aura, its momentum unchecked, blasted straight toward Liu Baiju.

"This..."

Liu Baiju’s heart seized in terror. By now, it was far too late to dodge.

Splat—

A fountain of blood erupted. In one strike, Lin Chang’sheng cleaved Liu Baiju in half at the waist.

Lin Chang’sheng actually hadn’t wanted to kill him, but since the other insisted on keeping him here, Lin Chang’sheng had no other choice.

"Third Brother—!"

Watching Liu Baiju fall from the sky, the Blood Robe Sect’s Senior Brother roared, heart consumed by fury.

They’d besieged the Crimson Blood Python for ages, but in the end not only did they fail to obtain the Blood Jade Spirit Marrow, the enemy even snatched it—and killed one of their top experts.

The elderly Senior Brother was boiling with rage.

No matter what, he had to keep them here. Once their Sect Elders arrived, the foe would be doomed for sure.

"Where do you think you’re going? Stay here!"

Feng Wanli let out a furious roar and exploded forth, his Primordial Spirit Dharma Body charging straight for Lin Chang’sheng.

The real body stayed behind to deal with the Crimson Blood Python.

The Crimson Blood Python was a great treasure in itself—slaying it might not compare to the Blood Jade Spirit Marrow, but it was still remarkable.

If even the Crimson Blood Python couldn’t be taken down, they would walk away empty-handed.

After all, they’d already paid a heavy price by now.

Lin Chang’sheng immediately felt a sharp and murderous intent. The Senior Brother from Blood Robe Sect’s Primordial Spirit Dharma Body was already attacking from behind.

This man was a Late Stage Void Refining expert—Lin Chang’sheng dared not be careless, lest he end up tripped up in some stupid way.

He immediately activated the Celestial Wasteland Divine Dragon Divine Body.

ROAR—

An utterly domineering dragon’s roar erupted from within Lin Chang’sheng, and then a Divine Dragon burst into the sky, circled above, and plunged back into his body.

In the next instant, a world-shaking transformation took place inside Lin Chang’sheng.

Crack, crack, crack—

His flesh expanded at a visible pace, muscles knotting up tight, exuding an explosive sense of strength.

He looked outright taller than before.

Empowered by the Divine Dragon Power, Lin Chang’sheng’s flesh body jumped straight from Early Stage Void Refining to Middle Stage.

With strength on his side, facing Feng Wanli’s oncoming strike, Lin Chang’sheng now felt confident to take it head-on.

"Break!"

Lin Chang’sheng shouted, swinging his saber in response.

BOOM—

Once again, a brutal rumble echoed across the sky.

But this time, it wasn’t the opponent’s blade aura that shattered, but Lin Chang’sheng’s own, crushed by Feng Wanli.

Even though Lin Chang’sheng’s strike had drained away seventy or eighty percent of the foe’s power, the lingering force still hurtled toward him.

The gap in their cultivation was simply too huge.

"Die!"

Seeing his blade aura smash apart Lin Chang’sheng’s strike, Feng Wanli thought this final blow would finish him—he couldn’t help but sneer.

But the next second, something caught him off guard: Lin Chang’sheng suddenly sprouted four extra arms and unleashed three attacks simultaneously.

The first was an enormous circular bracelet—the blood-red Myriad Blood Bracelet grew to the size of a mountain, intercepting the attack in front of him.

BANG—

In a violent collision, Feng Wanli’s blade aura’s leftover force was entirely blocked by the Myriad Blood Bracelet.

The other two attacks were countless Thunder Flame Arrows and a barrage of palm seals raining down from above.

Feng Wanli had literally no room to dodge.

"This..."

Feng Wanli’s heart lurched in shock—he hadn’t expected Lin Chang’sheng to wield the Six-Arm Immortal Technique, a legendary art rarely mastered.

This was definitely not something just anyone could learn.

Stunned, he saw in the sky above a deluge of Thunder Flame Arrows and palm seals plummeting down upon him.

With no way to evade, Feng Wanli could only channel all his Primordial Power to ward off the assault.

BANG! BANG! BANG!—

Countless Thunder Flame Arrows hammered onto the shield around Feng Wanli’s Primordial Spirit Dharma Body, unleashing explosions over and over.

The Power of Celestial Thunder was nothing to scoff at; each blow drove Feng Wanli back several yards, his shield visibly dimming with every strike.

At last, under the relentless bombardment of the arrows, his Elemental Shield shattered, and the palm seals were upon him.

BOOM—

A palm seal landed squarely on Feng Wanli’s chest, blasting him backward, his spirit form growing ever more faint and unstable.

Meanwhile, Feng Wanli’s true body turned deathly pale; his whole figure shook, nearly spitting up blood on the spot.

His Primordial Spirit Dharma Body’s terrible injuries took a heavy toll on his real body.

After all, the Primordial Spirit Dharma Body was where a cultivator’s divine sense and soul resided.

Hiss—

The Crimson Blood Python, seeing Feng Wanli wounded, whipped its tail and sent him flying, smashing hard against a distant wall.

PFF—

Even before he hit the ground, Feng Wanli coughed up a mouthful of old blood—the relentless blows had left him gravely injured and completely unable to fight.