Chapter 506: Battle!

Elder Shi Fang of the Great Luo Sword Sect and that Short Old Man both spat out blood almost simultaneously, their bodies rapidly retreating, creating several deep footprints in the ground with heavy steps.

The ground would tremble slightly with every footprint left behind.

As the gray qi spread, a streak, like a Sword Ray, whistled out. Its target was not the two Great Luo Sword Sect Elders, but the Soul Transformation Cultivator Lü Songyi, who was trying to seize the Blazing Gold Fruit!

Lü Songyi's expression changed drastically. Knowing that retreating was too late, he immediately used Instant Shift without hesitation. Although Instant Shift was extremely dangerous within the Demon Land Northern Boundary, he had no other choice at the moment. Ripples of distortion appeared around his body, and his figure was about to vanish.

However, a cold snort emanated from within the oncoming gray qi.

Amidst the snort, the gray qi suddenly approached, directly penetrating the distorted spatial ripples and tearing into the Void Realm. Almost instantly, it rushed into Lü Songyi's body, just as he was about to Instant Shift away.

"You!" Lü Songyi's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to speak, his body swayed and then began to swell wildly, like a sphere.

This scene was too bizarre. Lü Songyi's body swelled to its limit almost instantly. With a loud bang, the dignified Soul Transformation Cultivator of the Great Luo Sword Sect collapsed completely.

The echoing sounds of "bang, bang, bang" still reverberated through the valley, while a massive amount of flesh and blood rained down from the sky, littering the ground.

A faint mist of blood gradually permeated the surroundings.

From within this blood mist, a figure dressed in purple robes slowly walked in from outside the valley!

This person had long hair that hung casually behind his head. His features were not handsome, but he possessed an extraordinary aura. At the tips of his right fingers, two strands of gray qi were weaving and circling between his digits, like two small Dragons.

Hanging from his waist was a purple Token, engraved with the character "Seven"!

Wang Lin's appearance caused the valley to fall into silence!

Guo Xingyi's face was pale, completely drained of color. His body was subtly trembling, and he gripped his Flying Sword so tightly with his right hand that his knuckles were white, yet he didn't notice.

His Junior Sister looked terrified. Unable to bear it any longer, she covered her mouth, squatted down, and began to vomit, her face as white as paper.

As for the Blue-robed Youth, who was clearly not a Disciple of the Great Luo Sword Sect, his eyes were filled with intense intoxication. He even took deep breaths of the blood-scented mist.

Besides the three, the woman named Qian Qin had an unpredictable expression, revealing hesitation and struggle in her eyes.

These junior Disciples lacked sufficient cultivation and mental fortitude, naturally falling short compared to Shi Fang and the Short Old Man. Although the latter two were greatly shaken and internally cried out that things were bad, they did not reveal too much on their faces, which were merely grim.

Wang Lin's expression was calm. His gaze swept over everyone, and then he seemingly casually pointed a finger into the Void Realm. Immediately, strands of gray qi slowly drifted out from the scattered flesh on the ground within the valley, quickly gathering together.

They transformed into a large expanse of gray mist, converging toward Wang Lin's right hand pointed into the Void Realm.

The gray qi gathered rapidly, instantly forming a gray sphere. This sphere was wreathed in mist, seeming to contain some miraculous substance, such that a single glance would make one irresistibly lost within it, unable to extricate oneself.

Wang Lin's gaze remained calm. With a casual squeeze of his right hand, the gray sphere immediately emitted a ripple from within. Under this ripple, the sphere instantly shrank, eventually becoming the size of a fingernail. Wang Lin grasped it in his palm, and when he opened his hand, the small sphere had vanished without a trace.

"Tian Yun Sect, Purple Lineage's Seventh, Wang Lin!" Elder Shi Fang of the Great Luo Sword Sect glanced at the purple Token on Wang Lin's waist, then stared at Wang Lin, speaking every word distinctly.

Wang Lin retracted his right hand, gave Shi Fang a cold look, and said, "Answer one question for me, and I will let one of you leave today!"

Shi Fang burst into maniacal laughter, as if he had heard the greatest joke. He formed a hand seal with his right hand and pointed toward the sky. Immediately, a strong surge of Sword Qi, azure in color, flashed violently from the empty Scabbard on his back, soaring straight into the heavens.

"Wang Lin, although you are at the Nascent Soul Transformation Middle Stage, today, with the cultivation of two Nascent Soul Transformation Early Stage Cultivators, plus my Great Luo Sword Sect's Sword Treasure, even if you manage to kill us, you will definitely be injured. When the Eastern Sea Demon Spirit Gate opens half a month from now, let's see how you manage to go!" Shi Fang sneered.

He had heard rumors about the list of those going to the Eastern Sea Demon Spirit Gate this year before he arrived, suggesting that Wang Lin, the Tian Yun Sect's newly accepted Disciple of the Purple Lineage, would be one of the candidates this time.

Seeing Wang Lin now, he decided to take a gamble! He bet that Wang Lin would not easily attack, fearing that their full counterattack might injure him and affect his trip to the Eastern Sea.

The Short Old Man had remained silent from the moment Wang Lin appeared, but his gaze was fixed intently on Wang Lin. Hearing Shi Fang's words now, he suddenly cried out internally that things were bad. Based on his observation, this person was absolutely not someone who hesitated. Rather than wasting time talking here, it was better to strike immediately and seize the initiative. With the cultivation of two Nascent Soul Transformation Early Stage Cultivators fighting one Nascent Soul Transformation Middle Stage Cultivator, their chances were already slim!

The Short Old Man gritted his teeth, moved abruptly without a word, and patted his Storage Pouch with his right hand. Immediately, a Blood-colored Banner appeared in his grasp. With a shake, a large expanse of bloody Qi instantly spread out from the banner, enveloping his entire body.

"Die!" the Short Old Man roared. He formed hand seals within the bloody Qi, then fiercely slammed his hands forward. Instantly, several massive Blood-red Handprints materialized within the bloody streak, carrying a heavy scent of gore as they whistled toward Wang Lin.

At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of Primordial Spirit Essence Blood. The blood contained a hint of golden light. As soon as the blood appeared, he rapidly chanted an Incantation. The sound was like a specter, indistinct, but an invisible force seemed to descend instantly from the heavens.

"Heavenly Ghost Devour!" Following the Incantation, a faint, eerie light flashed in the Short Old Man's eyes. With a loud shout, the Primordial Spirit Essence Blood, which carried a golden light, immediately began to wriggle strangely and vanished into thin air almost instantly.

The moment it dissipated, a gloomy, illusory head, ten zhang in size, suddenly appeared behind the Short Old Man. This enormous head was entirely dark cyan and black, bald on top, and resembled an evil spirit. Especially its eyes—though illusory, they looked substantial, radiating a chilling, cold light.

As soon as the head appeared, it let out a roar, flew directly from behind the Short Old Man, and pounced toward Wang Lin!

"Attack!!" the Short Old Man shouted.

Shi Fang gritted his teeth. Without a word, he formed a hand seal in the Void Realm with his right hand and abruptly slashed downward. The azure Sword Light that flashed from the Scabbard behind him immediately unleashed a world-shaking Sword Ray, which shot out like a ferocious Azure Dragon, tearing straight toward Wang Lin.

At the same time, Shi Fang still felt uncertain. He also bit the tip of his tongue and spat out Primordial Spirit Essence Blood. He then sat cross-legged, grabbed his own Essence Blood in front of him, swiped it onto his palm, let out a low roar, and suddenly slapped his forehead.

With a loud boom, Shi Fang's body shook, and a burst of azure light flashed from his Heavenly Spirit. Within the azure light, Shi Fang's Primordial Spirit suddenly left his body. His Primordial Spirit Leaving the Body, he opened his mouth and an dazzling azure Ray flashed out. This azure Ray transformed into a Willow Leaf Flying Sword, only the length of a finger. His Primordial Spirit condensed onto the Flying Sword, closely pursuing the previously slashed Sword Ray, and rushed toward Wang Lin like lightning.

"Die!"

These two Great Luo Sword Sect Elders, both at the Nascent Soul Transformation Early Stage, were now fighting desperately!

Wang Lin's expression was unchanged. Standing still, his gaze showed no fluctuation. He took a step forward, raised his right hand, pressed it into the Void Realm, and immediately, bursts of black light appeared on his thumb.

Finger of Annihilation!

With one finger, all spirits wither and flourish!

Under the attack of one finger, all the weeds in the valley instantly turned scorched yellow. Even leaves that were already withered collapsed instantly. This collapse was not merely superficial; even their roots deep within the soil disintegrated in an instant.

The several Blood-red Handprints that were frantically descending toward Wang Lin now struck his thumb head-on. Without any pause, the blood-colored handprints immediately dispersed and collapsed!

If they had merely collapsed, it would not have displayed the might of the Finger of Annihilation! But the handprints, which had crumbled into countless red fragments, were originally rolling back under the force of the collapse. However, before they could retreat far, they were immediately drawn by the strange power within the Finger of Annihilation, reversing direction and completely condensing onto Wang Lin's thumb.

This scene happened extremely fast. To outsiders, it looked as if Wang Lin's thumb had completely absorbed the Blood-red Handprints the moment he pressed against them, and the blood color on his thumb instantly deepened.

Having absorbed the power of the blood hand, a cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. His thumb did not stop; instead, it moved even faster, bypassing Shi Fang's Sword Ray and striking directly at the center of the brow of the massive, gloomy ghost head rushing toward him.

The ghost head's eyes flickered with an eerie light. The moment Wang Lin's thumb struck, it actually opened its massive mouth and swallowed Wang Lin's thumb in one gulp.

"Oh?" Wang Lin's eyes lit up, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He murmured, "Since you want to swallow it, then swallow your fill!"

As he spoke, his thumb suddenly flashed with red light. The power of the Blood-red Handprints he had previously absorbed was instantly poured entirely into the ghost head by Wang Lin. Simultaneously, the trace of life-extinguishing aura inherently contained within the Finger of Annihilation also merged frantically into it.

The ghost head instantly swelled up, and sounds of whimpering emanated from within. It immediately retreated frantically, but before it could withdraw three zhang, it shuddered and collapsed completely with a loud boom.

The Short Old Man's Natal Divine Ability was destroyed. His face immediately turned pale, his body swayed, and he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood. His eyes filled with horror, and without a word, he turned and fled.

He was truly terrified!

He had used the Heavenly Ghost Devour technique before when fighting a Nascent Soul Transformation Middle Stage Cultivator. Although that Cultivator eventually broke it, the process was extremely perilous, nowhere near as effortless as Wang Lin's. How could he not run!