“Charge!”
Enraged, Lin Beichen unleashed a waterfall-like torrent of Sword Qi from his Demon Sword, repelling the Fairy-Entrapping Sword.
Xia Ningxue’s delicate figure swayed, her long hair dancing wildly in the disrupted Sword Qi.
Xia Ningxue’s brows furrowed slightly, recognizing the frightening strength of Lin Beichen.
His talent surpassed that of Elders and Palace Masters like Lin Xuantong and Li Heng; had he not betrayed Mount Taihua Sacred Land, Lin Beichen might well have become its Saint Lord by now.
“Fight!”
Growing increasingly more frenzied, Lin Beichen swung his Demon Sword, his Sword Qi slashing across all directions, managing to combat two premium Magical Treasures without falling behind, fighting to the death without retreating.
“The strength of our Blood Sea Palace is not limited to this; we have individuals even more terrifying than Lin Beichen… Our Palace Master is an even more formidable figure, on par with a Demon Lord; you will regret being enemies with Blood Sea Palace.”
Seeing the crowd shocked by Lin Beichen’s power, Song Tianfang spoke of the foundation of Blood Sea Palace, sending chills down the spines of the Mount Shu crowd.
Lin Beichen was already monstrously strong, but according to Song Tianfang, he was not even the most monstrous among those within Blood Sea Palace.
One could hardly imagine how many experts Blood Sea Palace had gathered over the years.
“No, forcefully consuming millions of Ancient Demon Worms and drawing on their power to enhance your strength is undoubtedly a powerful and unimaginable Cultivation Technique; however, such Demonic Cultivation Skills come with significant and obvious side effects. Moreover, you can’t maintain it for long.”
In contrast to Song Tianfang’s composure, Protector Yang was full of concern.
He was well aware of the flaws in Lin Beichen’s Cultivation Technique.
Neither Lu Changsheng nor Xia Ningxue could fully unleash the power of their Magical Treasures, and they wouldn’t last much longer.
Similarly, Lin Beichen’s Demonic Cultivation Skills would not hold out for much longer either.
Both parties had now reached a deadlock, competing in a clash of willpower.
“Huff, huff, huff…”
Lu Changsheng was panting heavily, having used the Human Sovereign Cauldron, Holy Spirit Sword Art, and the Primordial Thunder Dragon Soul, and even joining forces with Xia Ningxue, yet still unable to defeat Lin Beichen.
The number of Divine Skills Lin Beichen possessed was also astonishingly large.
Xia Ningxue was drenched in sweat, also depleting a considerable amount of her True Qi.
As the bloody battle drew on, all three of them reached their limits.
The surrounding mountains were affected, devastated, with ravines everywhere, and rocks shattered to dust.
“Lu, this man is too formidable; even if we continue to fight, we might not be able to defeat him.”
“Indeed, we’re almost out of Elixir Pills.”
The stock of Elixir Pills brought by Lu Changsheng was not infinite; some of the restorative divine medicines were nearly used up in this battle.
Joining forces with Xia Ningxue meant they had an advantage in numbers, but it also doubled the rate of Elixir Pill consumption, depleting their supply even faster.
It could only be said that Lin Beichen, a peerless talent cultivated by the Holy Land, had indeed brought unprecedented trouble to Lu Changsheng.
The disciple cultivated by the Elder Ancestor of the Lin Clan turned out even stronger than the Elder Ancestor himself.
“The two of you, after all, have not cultivated for long, and are destined to fall to my sword,” Lin Beichen declared.
Having exhausted Lu Changsheng’s Elixir Pills and driven both Lu Changsheng and Xia Ningxue to a desperate corner, Lin Beichen still felt a modicum of admiration for them.
After all, Lu Changsheng and Xia Ningxue had spanned seven realms to force a battle with him, even pushing him to this point.
Some techniques had not even been used by Lin Beichen when facing the Elder Ancestors of the Lin Clan and Jiang Clan.
Lin Beichen, grasping the Demon Sword, was about to continue his attack on Lu Changsheng and Xia Ningxue when suddenly, his heart began to tremble violently; deadly poison entered his heart, causing excruciating, heart-wrenching pain.
“Aaaagh!!!”
Lin Beichen let out a long howl that shook the ground.
“What’s happened to him?”
Xia Ningxue prepared for battle, but instead of attacking, Lin Beichen showed a pained expression.
“He must have suffered backlash from the deadly poison of the Ancient Demon Worms. Unless it’s something as venomous as the Devouring Demon Worm, one could not remain unscathed after consuming so many different types of Ancient Demon Worms. Eventually, Lin Beichen is not an Ancient Demon Worm. Such techniques from the Demon Realm come with too strong of a side effect,” Lu Changsheng understood the predicament of Lin Beichen, who had suffered the toxic backlash from the Ancient Demon Worms.
All the deadly toxins combined from the myriad Ancient Demon Worms were something Lin Beichen couldn’t withstand, and it was only a matter of time before he suffered the backlash.
Xia Ningxue nodded, pointing her Fairy-Entrapping Sword at Lin Beichen: “Take this chance to execute him.”
Lu Changsheng gripped the cracked Nether Flame Sword, ready to finish off Lin Beichen and purge the traitor for Mount Taihua Sacred Land.
Suddenly, Protector Yang appeared beside Lin Beichen, supporting the wavering Lin Beichen: “Elder, it seems that things are not looking good for you. Of the thirty-six strategies, fleeing is the best.”
After speaking, he launched three Talismans towards Lu Changsheng and Xia Ningxue.
The three Talismans had flames flowing within them.
Not good.
Lu Changsheng immediately stood in front of Xia Ningxue.
Lu Changsheng had cultivated the “Eternal Indestructible Art”, whereas Xia Ningxue had not practiced any Body Tempering Skills, and her physical body was not as strong as Lu Changsheng’s.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Three intense explosions sounded as the True Qi contained within the three Talismans exploded, birthing three mushroom clouds.
“Protector Yang, you’re escaping without giving us a heads up!”
Protector Yun saw Protector Yang escaping with Lin Beichen and immediately grew anxious, hastily unleashing a few Talismans to repel Dugu Aotian, Xu Jing, Yun Qianyue, and Daoist Earth Hound, before quickly fleeing.
Song Tianfang had not expected such an outcome; Lin Beichen, a master of such a high caliber, was actually pushed to the limit.
Song Tianfang had no choice but to stop tangling with Lu Qinglian, tearing through space and escaping through the turbulent flow of time.
“Protector, wait for us!”
The Elders and Disciples of the Blood Sea Palace on Meteorite Island saw the four Protectors injured or escaping, all while they were left behind, their hearts burning with impatience.
All four Divine King Realm Protectors had run away; how could they, a group of Immortal Emperors and Loose Immortals, some even Earth Immortals and below, stand a chance against Lu Changsheng’s sect?
The Blood Demon Ancestor urged the Blood Bead to escape, but Grandmaster Tailin’s Sword Qi pierced through the Blood Bead.
The Blood Bead shattered, and the Blood Demon Ancestor was filled with despair.
With his Magical Treasure destroyed by Grandmaster Tailin, and facing so many masters from Mount Shu, he had no chance of escaping.
The Blood Sea Palace Protectors might still use their strength to leave, but the Cultivation Level of the Blood Demon Ancestor was truly insignificant in front of Lu Changsheng and his Disciple.
“Blood Demon Ancestor, it’s time to settle our score with Mount Shu.”
“He who walks an evil path will eventually destroy himself.”
Daoist Yuxuan, Grandmaster Taixu, Fairy Qingxia, and Grandmaster Tailin together cornered the Blood Demon Ancestor.
Their objective for this mission was to capture the Blood Demon Ancestor alive; the encounter with Lin Beichen was unexpected.
“Go.”
Daoist Yuxuan used the Fengling Net given to him by Lu Changsheng to bind the Blood Demon Ancestor.
Capturing the Blood Demon Ancestor was all that mattered.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Lu Changsheng waved his sleeves, and a fierce wind arose, dispersing the dust and sand.
This Protector Yang really made a decisive move, directly attacking with the Talismans and taking Lin Beichen away without a moment’s hesitation.
In truth, Lu Changsheng had also reached his limit.
He looked at Chen Yi, who had a pale face and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, obviously having been defeated by Protector Yang before he could free up his hands to rescue Lin Beichen.
Chen Yi had just recently broken through to the Divine King Realm; his foundations were not as solid as his opponent’s, and his combat experience was also inferior. The opponent initially feigned weakness, exchanging blows with Chen Yi back and forth, before suddenly bursting forth at a critical moment, catching Chen Yi off guard and injuring him.
“What is the origin of this Protector from the Blood Sea Palace?”
Lu Changsheng was unable to figure it out.
“I’ve disappointed Master; if I could have just held him back, he would never have been able to rescue Lin Beichen, that Great Demon.”
Chen Yi held his wound, devastated by his sudden defeat at the hands of Protector Yang.
“This person’s origins are mysterious, and his true strength is also difficult to estimate. You are not his match; it’s not your fault.”
Lu Changsheng did not blame Chen Yi—it was unreasonable to expect him to stand a chance against an enigmatic Protector from the Blood Sea Palace from the start.
Regardless, the Blood Demon Ancestor was finally captured; they could interrogate him about the events of the past, and if he refuses to divulge information, Lu Changsheng could also forcibly read his Sea of Consciousness to understand what happened in the lower realm, Mount Shu, in ancient times.
After the four Protectors escaped, the Elders and Disciples of Meteorite Island’s Blood Sea Palace could not compete, and were decimated by the combined might of Lu Changsheng’s sect and the Mount Shu Elders, with the resources of the Blood Sea Palace on Meteorite Island also falling into Lu Changsheng’s hands.