Chapter 102: Wang Lin’s Demise

Thirty thousand vengeful spirits drilled in and out of the giant Dragon's body, creating a lively scene. Teng Huayuan paused, but the giant Dragon had already passed through the spirits and was lunging to devour him.

Teng Huayuan's expression flickered, uncertain. Without time to think, he retreated while throwing out several defensive Magic Treasures, attempting to stop the giant Dragon. However, no matter what substances these Magic Treasures transformed into, they couldn't stop the Dragon. The giant Dragon completely ignored these defensive Magic Treasures, passing directly through them, roaring loudly, and swallowing Teng Huayuan whole.

Lin Yi's expression was strange. He looked at the giant who had been watching the show in mid-air and found that the giant also had a peculiar look on his face. The two exchanged glances, and the giant laughed heartily, looking at the giant Dragon with an amused expression.

Just as the bloody maw was upon Teng Huayuan, he felt a slight breeze. The giant Dragon, which had been approaching ferociously, silently dissipated the moment its head touched his body.

It had been a long time since Teng Huayuan had felt the taste of cold sweat, but in that brief moment just now, a large amount of sweat had seeped from his back.

"An illusion… Damn it!" Teng Huayuan's face alternated between green and red. Finally, he couldn't help but curse loudly. Since reaching the Core Formation Stage, he hadn't uttered such direct profanity in hundreds of years.

To be humiliated by an illusion in front of all the Cultivators of the State of Zhao, Teng Huayuan's anger instantly soared to its limit. He grimly slapped his Storage Pouch, about to take out the small black banner and crush all of Wang Lin's relatives one by one in front of him. But just then, specks of light appeared in mid-air, merging together, and the young man reappeared.

Without another word, he immediately waved his right hand. A green light flashed, carrying a hint of chill, and shot towards Teng Huayuan, instantly reaching him.

Teng Huayuan sneered. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward, simultaneously grabbing with his large hand, and mockingly said, "The first time was an illusion, but the second time, perhaps not. Wang Lin, is this all the trickery you have?" As he spoke, his hand had already grasped the Flying Sword.

The green light flashed, and the Flying Sword disappeared, reappearing behind Teng Huayuan. It turned its tip and fiercely stabbed into his back.

With a clang, the Flying Sword seemed to have struck metal, bouncing back a great distance. Through the torn corner of Teng Huayuan's clothes on his back, a golden inner armor could be seen on his body.

Teng Huayuan's eyes glinted with cold light, and his face was grim. He stepped forward, appearing before the young man in mid-air, and grabbed with his right hand, his fingertips trailing several black threads as he reached for the young man.

At the same time, he waved his left hand, and eight bloody light pillars instantly appeared around the two of them. The eight bloody lights intertwined, forming a cage.

At this moment, the young man in mid-air showed no panic on his face; instead, a hint of mockery appeared. As Teng Huayuan's large hand reached out, his body immediately turned into a phantom and slowly dissipated.

Two small green grains, one large and one small, emerged from his body the moment the young man disappeared. Immediately after, the two green grains rapidly collided.

Teng Huayuan's expression instantly changed. Just then, a blue ripple spread out with a whoosh, covering a radius of a thousand meters in the blink of an eye.

Within that thousand-meter radius, everything turned into a blue icy ocean at this moment.

Lin Yi narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, "Interesting. This little fellow has both the Thousand Illusions of the Illusion City and the Blue Ice Flash of the Yellow Springs Sect. Hmm… that Flying Sword is also not simple. Although it's a replica, it possesses some power."

At this time, the giant in the sky was also startled. He gave a meaningful glance in the direction of the Jue Ming Valley passage, then cracked his lips, revealing a strange smile.

In the sky, within the circle formed by two Flood Dragons, the thin membrane had already melted by seventy to eighty percent, on the verge of completely opening.

The bloody light pillars around Teng Huayuan's body instantly made cracking sounds, freezing into eight ice sculptures, completely losing their function as a cage.

At the same time, layers of blue ice rapidly climbed up his feet. Teng Huayuan clearly felt waves of cold currents surging into his body, and his hands and feet immediately became somewhat stiff. However, he was not alarmed; this level of cold had little effect on him. With a turn of his Spiritual Qi, his hands and feet gradually recovered.

Just then, Wang Lin, hidden in the dark of the Jue Ming Valley passage, suddenly had his eyes flash. His body vanished from his original spot in an instant, using up one of his remaining two instantaneous movements.

He reappeared precisely at the moment the blue ripples spread out. Wang Lin, relying on his inherent resistance to yin-cold Qi, was unaffected by the aftershocks and stood silently beside Teng Huayuan.

He deeply knew that his own strength could not contend with a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator; the opponent could probably kill him countless times with a mere raise of a hand. Therefore, Wang Lin did not fantasize about revenge, even though his heart was filled with monstrous killing intent. He still suppressed it, and the moment he appeared, he extended his right hand, grabbing at the Storage Pouch on Teng Huayuan's waist.

The moment Wang Lin appeared, Teng Huayuan had already sensed it. He abruptly turned his head and, upon seeing that it was Wang Lin, immediately understood the sequence of events. However, his hands and feet were still recovering, his movements were sluggish, and Wang Lin's appearance was sudden.

By the time Teng Huayuan saw Wang Lin, the latter's hand had already grasped his Storage Pouch.

A ferocious look flashed across Teng Huayuan's face. He let out a low roar, "Explode!"

The moment Wang Lin's hand touched the Storage Pouch, a destructive force suddenly emanated from within the pouch, traveling up his arm and into his body. Amidst a crackling sound, his arm began to explode from the fingertips, rapidly spreading. Wang Lin gritted his teeth, and the small green sword instantly appeared, severing his right hand. He used the explosive force to quickly retreat.

At the same time, he grabbed with his left hand, using the Gravity Spell to remotely seize the Storage Pouch, and rapidly retreated a great distance with his body.

At this point, Teng Huayuan's body had recovered its mobility. He took a step, crossed out of the blue ice circle, and pursued Wang Lin.

He caught up in the blink of an eye. Teng Huayuan grabbed with his large hand and shouted, "Wang Lin, do you think you can open my Storage Pouch just because you took it? You killed my great-grandson back then. Today, I will extract your soul and refine it into a Soul Banner, making you suffer the cruelest tortures in the world until you die!"

Wang Lin's right hand had been completely shattered. As he retreated, he circulated his Spiritual Qi, enduring the pain to freeze the wound and prevent excessive blood loss. He dared not directly hold Teng Huayuan's Storage Pouch, instead controlling it remotely with the Gravity Spell.

Teng Huayuan was quite annoyed. Dealing with a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator in front of so many fellow Daoists was already a self-deprecating act. If he had captured or killed the opponent instantly, it would have been fine. But first, he was deceived by that strange illusion, making him lose face, and then he was affected by that hateful blue ice crystal, causing temporary stiffness in his body. Although he quickly recovered, Wang Lin suddenly appeared and snatched the Storage Pouch.

This feeling was no less than being publicly slapped, and not just once, but repeatedly.

What angered him most was that the opponent was clearly vulnerable, yet possessed the art of instantaneous movement. This secretly startled him, as instantaneous movement was a Spell exclusive to those in the Nascent Soul Stage and above.

Besides these, what most alarmed Teng Huayuan was Wang Lin's decisiveness and resilience, being able to cut off his right hand without hesitation to prevent the explosion from spreading. Regarding this, Teng Huayuan couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration in his heart, but this trace of admiration was instantly drowned out by hatred.

The more decisive the opponent was, the stronger Teng Huayuan's desire to kill him became.

"Wang Lin, you killed my great-grandson first, so you can't blame anyone else. But don't worry, after I kill you, I won't let off the old man Ji Mo and his entire family who incited Teng Li to hunt you down. I'll send them down to accompany you." Teng Huayuan sneered inwardly. He waved his large hand without hesitation, and immediately, strange winds rose. The thirty thousand Yin Souls that had been drifting around all surged forward, rushing towards Wang Lin.

To prevent Wang Lin from using instantaneous movement again, Teng Huayuan slapped his chest. His Nascent Soul suddenly emerged from the top of his head, letting out a fierce cry. The Nascent Soul immediately shrank significantly. Following this, a bloody orb was spat out from the Nascent Soul. The moment the bloody orb appeared, it instantly extended infinitely, transforming into a bloody curtain that enveloped the surroundings.

Relying on a trace of curse power between them, Wang Lin, covered by the bloody curtain, was immediately restrained and unable to move. His heart startled, he was about to instantly move when he suddenly stared straight ahead, his body trembling uncontrollably. He stared at one of the many surging souls, and two lines of bloody tears flowed down. That tormented human face was precisely his father's.

Teng Huayuan noticed Wang Lin's expression and no longer rushed to pursue. He smiled sinisterly, "See? Did you really think I would put all your family's souls in a single Soul Banner? Wang Lin, you are too naive." As he spoke, he pointed his right hand, and all thirty thousand souls around them stopped. Immediately after, Wang Lin's father's soul flew out alone, rushing towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin gritted his teeth, a trickle of fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He watched his father's soul rush into his body, enduring the intermittent sharp pains within. He laughed tragically up to the sky, his laughter growing louder. After spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, he looked up at the sky and roared with laughter, "Cultivation, so this is Cultivation! Good, good!" With that, he slapped his forehead and spat out a stream of yin-cold Spiritual Qi, immediately carefully wrapping his father's soul, freezing it without causing it any damage.

Teng Huayuan looked at Wang Lin, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart. But then, he found it somewhat laughable that he would actually be afraid of a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator. However, the chill in his heart continued to rise uncontrollably. Teng Huayuan took a deep breath, pointed his right hand again, and another soul flew out from the thirty thousand souls. This time, it was Wang Lin's mother.

Wang Lin's body trembled slightly, and he released the Storage Pouch held by the Gravity Spell. This item had lost its purpose for him.

Childhood memories, memories before entering the Hengyue School, flooded his mind like a tide… "Wang Lin, see how benevolent I am to you, letting you reunite with your parents." As Teng Huayuan spoke, he lightly tapped his fingertip, and Wang Lin's mother's soul entered Wang Lin's body.

The pain in his body was far less than the pain in his heart. Wang Lin could feel his heart bleeding. He stared at Teng Huayuan, once again using yin-cold Spiritual Qi to freeze and preserve his mother's soul.

Teng Huayuan smiled sinisterly and said, "Alright, the game is temporarily over. I know you plan to escape through the Outer Realm Battlefield's passage, but I guessed that long ago. So, abandon that idea."

With that, he grabbed with his right hand, and Wang Lin's Storage Pouch quickly flew up, landing in Teng Huayuan's hand. He didn't even glance at it, squeezing it forcefully. The Storage Pouch immediately exploded, and all the items inside, including the qualification token, completely dissipated.

At the same time, the thirty thousand souls around them frantically rushed towards Wang Lin, drilling into his body in a flash, devouring his flesh, blood, and Spiritual Qi. Countless dense human faces appeared on his skin.

Even more, rushed towards the ice crystals that enveloped Wang Lin's parents' souls, but Wang Lin protected them with his body.

Immediately after, Wang Lin's left hand was visibly devoured little by little, followed by his legs. From beginning to end, Wang Lin did not utter a single groan. He merely stared at Teng Huayuan, and that gaze deepened the chill in Teng Huayuan's heart.

No one noticed that the giant in the sky, at this moment, was staring at Wang Lin, his eyes flashing with fanaticism. He thought to himself, "Malice, this is malice!"

As the thirty thousand souls devoured Wang Lin's body, his body gradually dissipated. Teng Huayuan's face showed a ferocious expression, and he muttered to himself, "Li'er, great-grandfather has avenged you. You see, this isn't over yet. After his Physical Body is eaten, great-grandfather will extract his soul…"

Wang Lin let out a tragic laugh. He could no longer feel the physical pain. Seizing his last breath, he unhesitatingly used the Gravity Spell to place the ice crystals containing his parents' souls on his chest. This was the only thing he could do now; even if he died, he would die with his father and mother.

He did not regret coming out of Jue Ming Valley. He knew that if he had hidden himself, he might have temporarily escaped this calamity. But even with a tiny sliver of hope, he was unwilling to give up. Coming out might offer a slight chance to reclaim his parents' souls, but if he didn't come out, there would be no chance at all.

His body was confined within this bloody curtain. He had tried instantaneous movement just now and found that it had also lost its effect. At this moment, Wang Lin's heart held nothing but hatred.

"Father, Mother, Tie Zhu is unfilial. If there is a next life, I hope I am no longer your son, because I… am unworthy… If not for me, you would not have suffered such a cruel fate…" Wang Lin shed bloody tears and closed his eyes… Just then, an ancient sigh came from Wang Lin's chest. Immediately after, Wang Lin's body suddenly exploded. All thirty thousand souls rushed out, scrambling to escape. Following this, a dark light, carrying Wang Lin's parents' souls, instantly shot out, piercing through the surrounding bloody curtain and flying into the Outer Realm Battlefield's passage.

The thin membrane, which had melted by eighty to ninety percent, immediately disintegrated under the impact of that dark light.

The giant and Lin Yi, upon seeing that dark light, suddenly had their expressions change drastically. Lin Yi exclaimed, "It's…" Just as he finished speaking, he immediately stopped himself. Without another word, he leaped and rushed into the Outer Realm passage, but the moment he touched the circle of two Flood Dragons, he was heavily bounced back.