Chapter 434: Killing Dong Dizi, breaking through the initial stage of ethereal cultivation

“Exactly! Let's team up and kill him. Afterwards, we'll split the magic treasure evenly!”

Yunluo Dasi was originally preparing to ambush Wang Lin, but upon seeing the Blood God Sword appear, his power of deduction instinctively activated. Images of supreme treasures and opportunities instantly flashed through his mind, and the fear in his eyes was replaced by greed.

Yunluo Dasi subtly changed direction, his fingertips forming another hand seal. The black threads no longer targeted Wang Lin, but instead wrapped around Lin Che's back. He said coldly,

“Lin Che, hand over the magic treasure, and perhaps we can leave you a complete corpse.”

Lin Che looked at the group of cultivators before him, their minds clouded by greed, and a cold arc formed on his lips.

Lin Che tightened his grip on the Blood God Sword. The killing intent emanating from the sword intensified, almost tearing apart the surrounding void: “You want my Blood God Sword? Then exchange your lives for it!”

Before his words finished, Dong Dizi and Nan Zhao Shangren attacked simultaneously.

Nan Zhao Shangren summoned a massive bronze cauldron, its body inscribed with ancient runes, bringing with it the might to suppress heaven and earth as it crashed down upon Lin Che's head.

Dong Dizi, on the other hand, transformed into a streak of light, his long saber condensing immense spiritual power, unleashing a saber glow capable of splitting stars.

The surrounding cultivators also summoned their magic treasures, countless attacks pouring towards Lin Che like a torrential rain. Madness and greed flickered in everyone's eyes.

In the face of the temptation of a Nirvana-grade magic treasure, they had long forgotten Lin Che's strength, only thinking of killing him and seizing that supreme treasure that could change their destinies.

The bronze cauldron descended with immense force, its runes glowing with dazzling golden light. Wherever it passed, the void collapsed, forming a massive black vortex, as if it intended to swallow Lin Che along with the surrounding star fragments.

Dong Dizi's saber glow followed closely, its silver-white light tearing through the sky with a fierce whistling sound, heading straight for Lin Che's throat. The wind from the saber made his robes flap wildly.

Behind him, Yunluo Dasi's black threads moved like venomous snakes striking from their lair, silently coiling towards Lin Che's back. The corrosive power on the threads grew even more intense, scorching even space, leaving faint black traces.

The attacks from tens of thousands of surrounding cultivators were even more overwhelming, various magical treasure lights interwoven into a dazzling yet deadly curtain of light. Fireballs, ice arrows, and lightning blades rained down densely, completely blocking all of Lin Che's escape routes.

“You mere Nirvana-level brat, die for this old man!”

Dong Dizi roared, his saber glow surging again by three points, his eyes almost overflowing with greed.

He seemed to already see himself seizing the Blood God Sword and dominating the Outer Realm with this Nirvana-grade magic treasure.

Lin Che remained expressionless, his hand gripping the Blood God Sword as steady as a rock.

Just as countless attacks were about to strike him, he suddenly spun around, the Blood God Sword drawing a crimson arc in front of him.

The sword hummed, and a surge of killing intent, far greater than before, erupted, forming a blood-red barrier that instantly shattered the first ice arrows and lightning blades to arrive.

“Clang!”

The bronze cauldron heavily struck the blood-red barrier, emitting a deafening roar. Nan Zhao Shangren felt a massive force transmit through the cauldron, his arm instantly going numb, and the bronze cauldron was actually sent flying backward.

Nan Zhao Shangren's pupils immediately constricted, his greed slightly suppressed by shock: “How can this kid's strength be so powerful?”

Before Nan Zhao Shangren could react, Lin Che had already transformed into a blood-red streak of light, charging directly towards Dong Dizi.

The Blood God Sword sliced through the sky, leaving a crimson afterimage. Dong Dizi's heart tightened, and he hastily raised his saber to block.

However, the moment the two swords collided, he felt a world-destroying force transmit through his saber. The long saber in his hand was directly shattered, and the sharp edge of the Blood God Sword continued without pause, slashing towards his chest.

“Impossible!”

Dong Dizi's pupils widened, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness. He instinctively circulated all his spiritual power, wanting to condense a defense, but the Blood God Sword, like cutting tofu, easily penetrated his spiritual power barrier, splitting his body in half.

Blood splattered, and just as Dong Dizi's Nascent Soul was about to escape, it was instantly shredded by the killing intent on the Blood God Sword, not even a trace of a remnant soul remaining.

“Congratulations to the host for successfully killing an early-stage Spirit Empty expert. Cultivation level increased by one, breaking through to early-stage Spirit Empty.”

“Not good, this guy actually broke through to early-stage Spirit Empty!”

After killing Dong Dizi, Lin Che did not pause, turning to look at the retreating bronze cauldron.

Lin Che flicked his finger, and the Blood God Sword transformed into a blood-red long rainbow, flying towards the bronze cauldron. The blood-red patterns on the sword surged, directly piercing through the bronze cauldron.

Seeing this, Nan Zhao Shangren's greed was completely replaced by fear. He turned to flee, but as soon as he took a step, he felt a chill in his back as the Blood God Sword had already pierced through his chest.

Nan Zhao Shangren's fingers moved rapidly. After using a clone, he quickly disappeared from his original spot.

“You…”

The clone of Nan Zhao Shangren laboriously lowered his head, looking at the Blood God Sword in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief. Then, his body fell limply, his Nascent Soul swallowed by the blood-red killing intent, without even a chance to beg for mercy.

In just a few breaths, an early-stage Spirit Empty expert was slain by Lin Che. The surrounding Outer Realm cultivators instantly fell into a deathly silence, their originally crazed greedy eyes now replaced by deep fear.

Many instinctively retreated, looking at Lin Che as if he were a god of slaughter.

Nan Zhao Shangren spat out a mouthful of crimson blood, seeing his clone destroyed, his face turning ashen, “Such terrifying strength, who exactly is this guy?!”

Yunluo Dasi's black threads hung in mid-air. She looked at Lin Che's back, the greed in her heart long gone, replaced by a fear that had penetrated to her bones.

During her previous deductions, she had only seen the opportunity of the Blood God Sword, but had not calculated that Lin Che's strength would be so terrifying, capable of easily slaying even early-stage Spirit Empty experts.

“Run!”

Someone shouted, and tens of thousands of cultivators, like startled birds, turned and fled in different directions.

They no longer dared to covet the Blood God Sword, only wanting to get as far away as possible from Lin Che, this god of slaughter.

Lin Che snorted coldly, the Blood God Sword in his hand waving again. Countless blood-red saber glows flew towards the fleeing cultivators.

Each saber glow contained terrifying killing intent, easily capable of slaying a cultivator.

Screams rose and fell, and the originally bustling void instantly turned into a living hell.

Yunluo Dasi took the opportunity to blend into the fleeing crowd, attempting to sneak away.

However, Lin Che had already noticed her. He flicked his finger, and a blood-red thread flew out, wrapping around Yunluo Dasi's ankle.

Yunluo Dasi was startled. She turned, wanting to sever the blood-red thread, but Lin Che's speed was even faster. He instantly appeared before her, the Blood God Sword pressed against her throat.

“Yunluo Dasi, didn't you want to kill me before? Why are you trying to run now?”

In an instant, energy surged around him. Lin Che's tone was cold, his eyes devoid of any warmth.