Chapter 511. Battle! (1/2)

The two Da Lou Sword Sect elders both almost coughed out blood at the same time as their bodies exploded backwards, leaving behind deep footprints in the ground.

Every foot print they left caused the ground to tremble slightly.

As the grey gas spread, one strand of it shot out like a sword. Its target wasn’t the two elders but the Soul Formation old man, Lu Songyi, who was trying to secretly harvest the Brilliant Golden Fruits.

Lu Songyi’s expression changed greatly. He knew that couldn’t move in time, so he began to teleport. He knew that teleporting here was very dangerous, but at this moment, he couldn’t worry about it too much. His figure began to distort and was about to disappear.

However, a cold snort came from within the grey gas as it was charging at him.

After the snort, the grey gas suddenly closed and broke through the distorted space. In the blink of an eye, it charged through Lu Songyi’s body just before he could teleport away.

“You!” Lu Songyi’s expression changed greatly and he was about to speak, but his body suddenly trembled and began to expand like a balloon.

This scene was simply too strange. Lu Songyi’s body reached its limit before BOOM! A Da Lou Sword Sect Soul Formation cultivator was forced to explode just like that.

Bang Bang Bang! The sound was still echoing inside the valley while a large amount of flesh and blood rained to the ground.

A faint blood mist slowly surrounded the area.

In the blood mist, a figure wearing purple slowly walked into the valley!

This person had long hair that was casually flowing behind his head. His face wasn’t handsome, but he gave off an out-of-this-world feeling. On his finger there were two rays of grey gas moving around like two small dragons.

On his waist there was a purple token with the word “Seven” carved onto it!

Wang Lin’s appearance caused the entire valley to become completely silent.

Guo Xingyi’s face was completely pale without any trace of blood, and his body was faintly trembling. His right hand clenched onto his sword until his fingers went white.

His junior apprentice sister revealed a look of terror. Finally, she wasn’t able to stand it anymore and so she knelt down to puke. Her face was extremely pale.

As for the blue-robed young man who didn’t seem to be from the Da Lou Sword Sect, he looked even more intoxicated than before as he took a deep breath of this air that tasted like blood.

Aside from the three of them, the woman named Qian Qin revealed an unsettling and struggling expression.

This junior’s cultivation and mentality weren’t strong enough to be comparable to the two elders’. Although the two of them had their hearts shaken up and realized that things had gone south, their expressions were calm and only a bit ugly.

Wang Lin’s expression was calm as his gaze swept past each of them. Then his hand randomly pointed at the air and strands of grey gas came out from the scattered flesh inside the valley and quickly gathered together.

A big cloud of grey gas was formed and quickly moved toward Wang Lin’s finger.

A large amount of grey gas gathered toward Wang Lin’s finger to form a ball at his fingertip. The ball was very cloudy and contained a mysterious force, so when one looked at it, they couldn’t stop themselves from staring.

Wang Lin’s eyes were calm as he casually squeezed his finger. There was a fluctuation of energy coming from inside the ball, causing it to shrink until it was only the size of a fingernail. Wang Lin grabbed it with his hand, and when he opened his hand, the grey ball of gas was gone.

The Da Lou Sword Sect’s Shi Fang looked at the token on Wang Lin’s waist before saying, word for word, “Heavenly Fate Sect, Purple Division’s seventh disciple, Wang Lin!”

Wang Lin withdrew his hand, then he looked at Shi Fang and said, “Answer one of my questions and I’ll let one of you go today!”

Shi Fang began to laugh as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world. His right hand formed a seal and pointed at the sky, then a powerful sword energy came from the sheath on his back. The sword energy was green, and it ascended into the sky.

Shi Fang sneered, “Wang Lin, although you are a mid stage Soul Transformation cultivator, with the two of us at the early stage along with our sword treasures from the sect, even if you were to kill us, you would be seriously injured. Let’s see how you will go to the Eastern Demonic Spirit Sea when it opens in one and a half months!”

He had already heard rumors of the list of people chosen to enter the Eastern Demonic Spirit Sea. He heard that the newly accepted Purple Division seventh disciple was one of the people chosen.

Now that he had seen Wang Lin, he decided to gamble! He gambled that Wang Lin wouldn’t dare to casually act against them because they both could retaliate in full force and end up injuring him. This would mess up Wang Lin’s trip to the Eastern Demonic Spirit sea.