Chapter 29: Appearance

The moment Wang Lin appeared, Teng Huayuan had already noticed.

He abruptly turned his head back, and after seeing clearly that it was Wang Lin, he instantly understood the whole sequence of events in his heart.

However, his hands and feet were currently recovering, and his movements were stiff and slow, coupled with Wang Lin's sudden appearance.

By the time Teng Huayuan saw Wang Lin, the other party's hand had already grabbed onto his Storage Pouch.

A ferocious expression flashed across Teng Huayuan's Face, and he immediately let out a low shout, saying:

"Explode!"

The moment Wang Lin's hand touched the Storage Pouch, a destructive force suddenly emitted from within it.

It burrowed into his body along his arm. Amidst a series of crackling sounds, his arm began to explode from the fingertips, rapidly spreading.

Wang Lin gritted his teeth, and the small green sword instantly arrived at his side, cutting off his right hand. His body quickly retreated, borrowing the pushing force of the explosion.

At the same time, his left hand grabbed out, using the Gravitational Technique to seize the Storage Pouch from the air, and rapidly retreated far away along with his body.

At this time, Teng Huayuan's body had already resumed movement.

With a stride of his feet, he stepped out of the blue ice ring and chased toward 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 that by getting my Storage Pouch, you can open it!"

"Back then you killed my great-grandson, today, I want to extract your soul and refine it into a soul banner, making you suffer the world's cruelest tortures and die!"

Wang Lin's right hand had been completely blown to pieces. While retreating, he circulated his spiritual energy and endured the pain to freeze his wound, preventing a massive loss of blood.

Teng Huayuan sneered inwardly and waved his large hand without hesitation.

Suddenly, weird winds arose in all directions, and the thirty thousand Yin ghosts that had been drifting around previously all surged forward, rushing toward Wang Lin.

To prevent Wang Lin from using teleportation again, Teng Huayuan patted his chest, and his Nascent Soul suddenly emerged from the top of his head.

Letting out a shrill cry, the Nascent Soul immediately shrank significantly. Immediately after, a blood ball was spat out from the Nascent Soul's mouth.

As soon as that blood ball appeared, it immediately extended infinitely, turning into a blood curtain that instantly shrouded the surroundings.

Relying on a trace of cursing power between the two of them, Wang Lin, who was covered by the blood curtain, had his body instantly immobilized and unable to move.

A shock arose in his heart, and just as he was about to teleport, he suddenly stared straight ahead, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He stared at one of the many surging souls, and two lines of blood tears flowed down—that painful human Face…

It was precisely his father.

Seeing this, Teng Huayuan was instead no longer in a hurry to kill Wang Lin.

He was seen smiling grimly as he pointed at the soul of Wang Lin's father, and that soul immediately let out a fierce howl and rushed toward Wang Lin.

Seeing that the soul of Wang Lin's father was about to rush into Wang Lin's body to devour his flesh and blood,

right at this moment, a sigh suddenly came from the distant sky.

Immediately following that, the blood curtain set up by Teng Huayuan suddenly shattered like a mirror, transforming into dots of blood light that dissipated in mid-air.

And the more than thirty thousand Yin ghosts, including Wang Lin's father, were also motionless at this moment as if struck by an immobilization spell.

In the blink of an eye, a person was seen instantly appearing by Wang Lin's side, and then raising a hand.

The more than thirty thousand Yin ghosts were collected into their sleeve robe in an instant by him.

Immediately afterward, he pointed across the air at Teng Huayuan not far away, and a streak of seven-colored flowing light instantly shot forth.

Seeing this, a sense of life-and-death crisis suddenly welled up in Teng Huayuan's heart, scaring him out of his wits.

Without even thinking, he immediately used his life-saving trump card.

The seven-colored flowing light was seen piercing straight through Teng Huayuan's chest.

Immediately following that, Teng Huayuan's body, which had been pierced through by the qixuan sword, actually transformed into a talisman paper, bursting into flames with a bang in mid-air.

As for Teng Huayuan's true body, it suddenly appeared dozens of feet away.

Then, with a pale Face and a look of terror, he looked toward the person who had appeared beside Wang Lin.

"Wang Lin, Master has come late!"

Wang Lin looked at Sun Xuan by his side, and the accumulated pain deep within his heart suddenly erupted.

Wang Lin's Face was stained with two lines of blood tears, and he spoke in a choked voice:

"Master, I…"

Sun Xuan gently waved his hand at Wang Lin, then looked toward the escaped Teng Huayuan with a gloomy, murderous intent in his eyes and spoke:

"Leave the rest to Master.

The Teng Family has already been exterminated by me. Next, Master will capture Teng Huayuan, extract his soul and refine his spirit, to avenge you!"

Before his voice had faded, Sun Xuan reached out his hand and grabbed toward Teng Huayuan in the distance.

A giant magical power hand emerged in the mid-air, looking as if it was about to fall onto Teng Huayuan's body.

Seeing this, Teng Huayuan trembled all over.

Hearing just now that the strange powerhouse had actually exterminated his Teng Family made his mind go completely blank.

He already felt remorse in his heart for his actions of chasing and killing Wang Lin in order to avenge Teng Li.

He never imagined that a completely inconspicuous Foundation Establishment Cultivator would have such a massive backing behind him.

Right when Teng Huayuan closed his eyes to await death,

suddenly, a gentle breeze swept past, and the immobilized Teng Huayuan suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Teng Huayuan opened his eyes somewhat blankly and looked over, only to see that the giant magical power hand that had grabbed toward him had already dissipated.

Meanwhile, Lin Yi, the Cultivation Alliance envoy stationed in the State of Zhao, was slowly retracting the hand he had casually waved out.

"Right in front of this old man, casually killing and beating my State of Zhao's Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator!

Aren't you taking this old man way too lightly?"

Looking at Lin Yi blocking in front of Teng Huayuan, Sun Xuan's expression instantly sank.

This Lin Yi was a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator. Although he was among the trashiest batch in the Soul Transformation Stage,

he was nonetheless a genuine Soul Transformation expert.

Sun Xuan did not want to come into conflict with him at this moment.

He had no choice but to speak to Lin Yi:

"Envoy Lin, Teng Huayuan exterminated my Disciple's entire clan, and this Daoist failed to prevent it, leaving a huge regret in my heart.

Now this Daoist only wants to avenge my Disciple.

As long as Envoy Lin does not interfere in this matter, once this Daoist avenges him, I will definitely take my Disciple and leave immediately.

Moreover, I have a generous gift to present to Envoy Lin!"

Hearing Sun Xuan's words, Lin Yi was actually somewhat moved in his heart.

Whether Teng Huayuan lived or died had nothing to do with him.

It was just that right in front of most of the Cultivators of the State of Zhao, if he didn't make a move to protect Teng Huayuan,

not only would he, the garrison envoy of the State of Zhao, lose Face, but it would also be hard to lead the forces of the State of Zhao in the future.

After all, if others killed his State of Zhao's Nascent Soul Cultivator right in front of him and he didn't care at all,

then if he were to issue any orders to the various Cultivators of the State of Zhao in the future, they might not dare to say anything on the surface,

but behind his back, there would probably be no shortage of compliance in appearance but opposition in secret.

Because of this, although Lin Yi was somewhat tempted by the generous gift mentioned by Sun Xuan, a Nascent Soul Great Perfection Cultivator,

he couldn't actually just hand Teng Huayuan over like this.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi's Face revealed a grim smile as he spoke:

"What?

You are teaching this old man how to do things!"

Hearing this, Sun Xuan's heart couldn't help but sink.

This Lin Yi was clearly not planning to hand the person over.

And if they missed today, Teng Huayuan, who had already become a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow, would definitely hide tightly. Wanting to find him again would not be easy.

Thinking of this, Sun Xuan suddenly grinned, and then spoke to Lin Yi:

"Teaching Envoy Lin how to do things?

No no no! This Daoist has no such intention.

This Daoist's meaning is, calling you to go die!"

As soon as his voice fell, Sun Xuan raised his hand and waved it toward Wang Lin by his side, pushing him far away.

Then a silver light flashed on his body, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a two-hundred-foot-tall giant flickering with metallic luster all over his body.

Immediately afterward, the qianshan seal emerged from his hands. Infused with the magical power of the Nascent Soul Stage Great Perfection, it instantly transformed into a ten-thousand-foot giant mountain.

Sun Xuan was seen embracing the top of the mountain with both arms, and then, with the momentum of splitting Mount Hua with brute force, he smashed it head-on toward Lin Yi.