Chapter 233: The Great Tree is About to Fall

Wang Lin's eyes flickered as he looked at the young man before him, filled with Killing Intent. If this person were refined into a Devil Head, he would certainly become the most powerful among all his Devil Heads.

The young man didn't act rashly. Instead, he glanced at the dense pile of corpses behind Wang Lin, then turned and fled without a word. His speed was astonishing; he vanished in a flash.

A faint smile appeared on Wang Lin's lips. He shot forward, chasing relentlessly.

Teng Jiu ran for a thousand li in one breath, but the sense of danger behind him never ceased. This feeling made his heart pound with fear.

This feeling grew stronger and stronger. Finally, Teng Jiu's eyes flashed. He slapped his Storage Pouch, and a gray bead instantly appeared in his hand. He immediately activated it and threw it behind him.

Almost at the instant the opponent slapped his Storage Pouch, Wang Lin had already taken out his Restriction Banner. With a shake, ten streams of Restriction Qi flew out, forming a defensive screen in front of him.

At the same time, the bead landed on the defensive screen and exploded amidst rumbling sounds.

Teng Jiu's face showed no joy; instead, it grew even more solemn, and his speed increased. The sense of danger not only didn't decrease but intensified.

As he was fleeing, he suddenly felt his hair stand on end. Without any hesitation, he quickly twisted his body to the side, only to see a red lightning bolt flash past him, almost brushing his body.

Terror filled Teng Jiu's eyes. From that red lightning bolt, he felt the taste of death. He believed that if he hadn't dodged at the crucial moment, he would have faced certain death if struck by that lightning.

However, before he could even feel relieved, a series of hundreds of red lightning bolts suddenly appeared around his body, above, below, left, and right, blocking all his escape routes.

Teng Jiu's body stiffened. He no longer dared to fly, but slowly turned around to face Wang Lin and said in a deep voice, "Senior, I am willing to acknowledge you as my master. From now on, I will never betray you for the rest of my life, and I am willing to offer my Soul Blood as a guarantee."

Wang Lin stared at Teng Jiu, slowly shaking his head. He didn't speak, but with a thought of his Divine Sense, the red lightning bolts around Teng Jiu slowly began to contract.

Sweat appeared on Teng Jiu's forehead. He immediately took out several Magic Treasures from his Storage Pouch and activated them one by one, but not a single one could break through the red lightning. As soon as they touched the lightning, the Divine Sense he had imprinted on them shattered, and the Magic Treasures fell from mid-air.

Each time the Divine Sense on a Magic Treasure was destroyed, a sharp pain shot through his mind. Gradually, the look of horror on his face grew more intense.

"You must die, because your surname is Teng!" Wang Lin's voice came unhurriedly. At the same time, a faint wisp of Evil Qi spread out from Wang Lin's body.

Teng Jiu's body trembled, and his eyes instantly turned red. He roared madly and charged in one direction, but the moment his body collided with the red lightning, he immediately let out a miserable cry. He didn't die, but his body instantly became weak.

How could Wang Lin bear to kill such a future Devil Head? A smile appeared on his lips. Refining Devil Heads from members of the Teng Family would surely be a very interesting endeavor.

As the red lightning continuously closed in, Teng Jiu's mind collapsed. Under this constant oppressive pressure of death, he felt a sense of despair.

This feeling grew more and more intense. Just as it reached its peak, causing him to almost shatter his Nascent Soul and self-detonate, Wang Lin's eyes flashed. His body instantly shot out from the Mosquito Beast, entering the red lightning without any obstruction. His right hand clamped onto Teng Jiu's throat and squeezed hard.

With a 'crack, crack' sound, Teng Jiu's eyes bulged, revealing a hint of despair, and he breathed his last. Almost at the instant of his death, Wang Lin's left hand formed a strange Hand Seal and pressed it onto Teng Jiu's heavenly spirit.

"In the name of Soul Devourer, I collect your Soul!"

A red light drifted out from Teng Jiu's heavenly spirit. As soon as this red light appeared, it tried to escape, but Wang Lin grabbed it with one hand and threw it into a brand new Soul Banner.

Casually tossing Teng Jiu's corpse behind him, Wang Lin looked at the Soul Banner in his hand with satisfaction. Wang Lin once had a dream: to possess an endless army of Devil Heads, just like in the Outer Realm Battlefield. With such an army, he could firmly establish himself in the Cultivation World and face even Cultivators with higher cultivation without fear.

However, there were simply too few Souls that could be called Devil Heads. In Wang Lin's deliberate search over four hundred years, not counting Teng Jiu's Soul, he had only found three.

Xu Ligou was artificially created and had many flaws. If not for Xu Ligou being different from other Devil Heads, with his intelligence already awakened, Wang Lin would have long since casually destroyed him to feed other Devil Heads.

Wang Lin was quite satisfied with the second Devil Head in the Early Stage. This devil was very fierce, but as his cultivation climbed, although this Devil Head was fast, its power was not great, and many times, it couldn't play a significant role.

The third Devil Head was refined from the Soul of a Spirit Ape. Its power was decent, but its ferocity was lacking.

These three Devil Heads had a significant gap compared to the ferocious and rampant Wandering Souls in Wang Lin's mind from the Outer Realm Battlefield; none of them were truly satisfactory to Wang Lin.

But now, it was different. If the Soul within this Soul Banner was refined into a Devil Head, both its ferocity and strength would certainly be top-tier. Even if it couldn't compare to true wild Wandering Souls, it would be quite close.

"If the other Core Disciples are all such individuals, then Teng Huayuan, I truly must thank you for cultivating so many excellent Devil Heads for me!" Wang Lin murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming. Without another word, he headed towards the closed-door cultivation place of the next Core Disciple.

Among the other six Core Disciples in his Divine Sense, one remained motionless at the border between the State of Zhao and a neighboring country, while the remaining five had already left their closed-door cultivation places, evidently intending to return to Teng Family City.

Before seeing Teng Jiu, Wang Lin might have allowed them to enter Teng Family City and then unleash a unified slaughter. But now, having witnessed Teng Jiu's benefits, how could Wang Lin let go of these future Devil Heads?

Although the Mosquito Beast's speed was fast, it could no longer meet Wang Lin's requirements. This time, he took out a bottle of Medicinal Pills from his Storage Pouch, swallowed them in one gulp, and then his eyes glowed. He leaped from the Mosquito Beast, unleashing his maximum speed, and rushed towards the nearest one.

Teng Ba flew unhurriedly in mid-air. His gaze was calm, without any sense of tension. In reality, he hadn't wanted to return to Teng Family City, but the recent continuous killings had caused immense panic among all Teng Family members.

Most importantly, the Teng Family Old Ancestor had surprisingly remained silent on the matter, not leaving Teng Family City by a single step from beginning to end. This made the whole situation seem rather peculiar.

This was the main reason Teng Ba intended to return to Teng Family City to investigate.

As he flew, his Divine Sense spread out, observing all around. If there was any disturbance, he would react immediately. In fact, Teng Ba didn't believe that the Cultivator who had killed a large number of Teng Family members would dare to trouble him, as the highest cultivation of those killed was merely Core Formation Stage.

Teng Ba believed he could easily accomplish these things himself, as his cultivation had already reached the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. Such a cultivation allowed him to move freely throughout the entire State of Zhao.

Even against those Late Stage Old Monsters, while Teng Ba might be inferior in strength, he was not inwardly afraid. If there were people in the entire State of Zhao he feared, there were only two.

The first of these two was not Teng Huayuan, but Teng Yi! Teng Huayuan could only rank second. Teng Yi was a nightmare in his heart; even thinking of him would send shivers down his spine.

Besides these two, he feared no one else. He even somewhat anticipated that the mysterious person would best appear before him.

Teng Ba, this name, he was the fifth user. This meant that for a long time, all who had challenged him had failed and been killed by him.

As he flew, Teng Ba's gaze suddenly sharpened. He looked up at the sky, only to see it gradually darken, enveloped by a black curtain. His heart stirred, and just as he was about to accelerate, his pupils suddenly contracted. In front of him, a white-haired man had silently appeared.

Teng Ba's heart trembled. He knew his Divine Sense had been spread out the entire time, yet he hadn't detected this person at all. This was enough to prove that the opponent's Divine Sense far surpassed his own.

However, powerful Divine Sense didn't necessarily mean astonishing Divine Abilities. Teng Ba didn't hesitate at all. He slapped his Storage Pouch, and Flying Swords rapidly flew out from within, lining up in front of him, growing in number as if his Storage Pouch were a bottomless pit.

As Flying Swords appeared one by one, the white-haired young man opposite him remained completely motionless, but his gaze made Teng Ba extremely disgusted.

Wang Lin stared at Teng Ba, his eyes growing brighter and brighter. This person's Killing Intent was slightly heavier than the previous one, but he had learned to conceal it, so it wasn't overly obvious.

The corner of his mouth twitched, revealing a satisfied smile. He slowly walked forward. Teng Ba let out a cold snort, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He performed Hand Seals with his right hand and pointed at Wang Lin. Immediately, all the Flying Swords around his body let out a sword cry and simultaneously charged toward Wang Lin.

A hint of mockery appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. The moment those Flying Swords flew over, his body swayed, and his Divine Sense Soul Devourer suddenly left his body, transforming into a massive black mist that fiercely lunged forward. As soon as the Flying Swords touched the black mist, they immediately lost their luster and fell from the air one by one.

Horror appeared in Teng Ba's eyes. He was about to retreat, but it was already too late. Wang Lin, in the form of the Soul Devourer, swallowed Teng Ba in one gulp. The black mist drilled into all parts of his body almost instantly.

Teng Ba immediately began screaming miserably. His cries were utterly heartbreaking, causing listeners to pale. As he screamed, his body involuntarily twitched, and black veins popped out all over his face. The reason they were black was that what flowed within was no longer just blood, but also Wang Lin's Soul Devourer black mist.

The time was short, but Teng Ba's agonizing screams continued without stop. His throat was already hoarse, and his entire body was drenched in cold sweat. After a moment, his body violently shuddered and slowly fell from the air.

As he fell, the Soul Devourer transformed by Wang Lin, carrying Teng Ba's Nascent Soul and Soul, drilled out from his body. The Soul Devourer returned to the body, Teng Ba's Nascent Soul was swallowed, and his Soul was put into the Soul Banner. As for his corpse, it was restrained by Dragon Sinews.

All of this, from Wang Lin's appearance to the final conclusion, did not take long; most of the time was spent listening to Teng Ba's screams. After Wang Lin's Soul Devourer returned to his body, he did not linger, flashing away toward the next target.

Teng Liu was already quite old. It could be said that two hundred years ago, he was a Core Disciple, but during a challenge, one of the clan members snatched the throne from him. However, he luckily survived. After cultivating in seclusion for many years, without Teng Huayuan's permission and before the challenge date arrived, he went to the secret chamber belonging to the name Teng Liu, cruelly killed the clan member who had defeated him back then, and reclaimed the name Teng Liu.

Afterward, although he received severe punishment from Teng Huayuan, in the end, the name Teng Liu remained in his hands and was never changed.

Although his cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, the Spell he practiced allowed him to transform Killing Intent into an attack. Even Teng Huayuan, back then, valued this point, which is why he didn't make things too difficult for him and allowed him to keep the name Teng Liu.

However, today, the name Teng Liu would be terminated. From now on, there would be no Teng Liu in the world!

Teng Liu licked his lips and sped away through the air. His idea was completely opposite to Teng Ba's. The reason he left the secret chamber was that he had a strong sense of impending danger.

Ever since transforming his Killing Intent, Teng Liu had gained this innate Divine Ability. This type of Divine Ability had saved his life many times.

Therefore, he completely trusted this sense of danger. Without hesitation, he left the secret chamber and rushed toward Teng Family City.

He did not believe his journey would be peaceful. Although the distance to Teng Family City was less than five days' travel, during these five days, his sense of danger grew stronger and stronger.

Wang Lin's Divine Sense had already locked onto the person ahead. This person's cultivation was also at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. He licked his lips and sped away, gradually getting closer and closer.

While flying, Teng Liu immediately felt a wave of murderous intent rushing towards him. He secretly cried out in bitterness. If he didn't have that sense of danger, he might have dared to fight back, but now, gritting his teeth, he performed Hand Seals with both hands and pressed them against his chest. Instantly, his feet exploded with two bangs. Amidst the bloody mess, a mass of bloody light immediately enveloped his entire body.

Enduring the immense pain, his speed instantly increased several times over. He transformed into a bloody meteor and vanished instantly from his original location.

Wang Lin frowned. This person acted extremely decisively, actually using a Secret Technique, sacrificing his body by burning his Soul in exchange for several times his speed. In this way, Wang Lin could no longer catch up.

He stopped where he was, coldly glancing at the direction the person fled. After pondering for a moment, he took out the Restriction Banner from his Storage Pouch and shot out a streak of spiritual light. The Restriction Banner immediately activated, covering an area of a thousand li.

Following this, Wang Lin tapped his glabella. The Devil Head Xu Ligou and the Third Devil Head emerged one after another. Under Wang Lin's instruction, they acted as his Protectors. Afterward, he also summoned the Bronze Ancient Mirror, which hung above his head, slowly sweeping the surroundings.

After doing all this, Wang Lin took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, and closed his eyes. Immediately, a thick black mist emanated from his body. This black mist gradually grew larger, eventually forming a black cloud.

Suddenly, the black cloud moved and spread out frantically. This dispersion enveloped the entire State of Zhao. This black cloud was Wang Lin's Soul Devourer. This time, his Soul Devourer completely left his body.

Teng Wu was a rather handsome middle-aged man. It is worth mentioning that he bore some resemblance to Teng Li from back then. He was accompanied by two female Cultivators. Both women were charming and alluring, following closely beside Teng Wu. The three quickly sped toward Teng Family City.

Just as they were about to enter the ten-thousand-li radius of Teng Family City, Teng Wu finally let out a sigh of relief. But at that moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and a layer of dense black mist quickly surged over like clouds.

To Teng Wu's shock, the black mist suddenly descended. With unimaginable speed, it instantly enveloped Teng Wu. Almost in the blink of an eye, it flew out of his body, carrying Teng Wu's Soul and Nascent Soul.

An angry roar came from the direction of Teng Family City. At the same time, Teng Huayuan's body rushed over frantically like lightning. He had just sensed Teng Wu's aura, but immediately, that aura vanished. Simultaneously, a pressure that made his heart tremble suddenly appeared.

As Teng Huayuan rushed over, the black mist in the sky violently churned, then gradually condensed into a human face—Wang Lin's face.

He coldly glanced at Teng Huayuan, a cruel smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, and then vanished completely.

Teng Si's cultivation was not high, only at the Nascent Soul Early Stage. After all, he had only obtained the qualification of a Core Clan Member less than twenty years ago.

At this moment, he was flying rapidly atop a Flying Sword. His heart was filled with grief and indignation. Recently, clan members had been dying one after another, and among them was his only younger brother.

This was precisely the reason he left his place of seclusion. In fact, he wasn't heading back to Teng Family City, but rather to find the murderer and avenge his younger brother.

Unfortunately, he was destined not to achieve this vengeance, because at this moment, he didn't notice the dark clouds in the air gradually thickening.

In the span of one day, five of the seven Core Disciples of the Teng Family who were outside had died. Only two remained: one was at the border and hadn't left his secret chamber by half a step, and the other was currently speeding away.

However, he was not alone. Beside him were a man and a woman.

If Wang Lin saw these two, he would definitely recognize one of them, because that was Wang Zhuo from back then!

Wang Zhuo's brow now lacked its usual gloominess, replaced instead by a sense of exhilaration. These past few days were the happiest he had been in four hundred years, because the Teng Family was being annihilated.

Although he didn't know who was responsible for this matter, it didn't affect his mood. He even hoped the slaughter would continue, ideally wiping out the entire Teng Family completely.

Looking at the wife beside him, Wang Zhuo's heart felt complicated. He originally had no feelings for this woman. If it weren't for Teng Huayuan's imposing authority back then, he only accepted her for self-preservation.

But humans are not plants; after years of companionship, although his hatred for the Teng Family remained, his feelings toward this wife had always been very complex.

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