Chapter 191 (2/2)
“Golden Light Hybrid.”
For a moment, the brocade robed sage’s body receded. Ten thousand feet of golden rays broke out of his body, condensing into various sounding instruments, drums, gongs, and all sorts of artifacts that contained astonishing power.
Boom!
Boom!
The artifacts resounded, emitting a circle of ripples that vibrated and exploded with radiant light as it collided with the Earthfire Thunder, as well as astonishing residual power.
The disciples around couldn’t help but closed their eyes.
The light was too dazzling.
The battle of cultivation techniques was too terrifying.
They were extremely horrified. This guy had actually fought their brother to this extent and hadn’t fallen short; this was too overbearing.
The brocade robe sage was taking a step back.
But the pride in his heart told him that he must not to retreat, if he did, then it was like telling his opponent that he had lost in this cultivation technique battle.
“Awesome, we’ve been fighting for so long, it’s time to decide the winners and losers.”
“I have one more move to show you.”
“If this move doesn’t even work, then I’ll admit defeat.”
Lin Fan felt if he continued to fight this man, it’d be a bit of disrespectful to the Ancient Immortal Holy Sect.
Was it really necessary to win?
Right.
It was actually very necessary.
“Well, come on, I’m ready.” The brocade robe sage took a deep breath. From his previous carefree behavior to his current stare, no one knew what he had gone through.
This was something that could not be underestimated.
It was difficult for him to understand what is going on with Lin Fan.
How could he be so terrifying?
He was only a Golden Stage cultivator.
Suddenly.
An astonishing vision occurred.
Everyone felt a chill coming from their feet, their hearts were terrified and their spirits were throbbing as if some terrifying creature was about to be born.
High-Grade Mystic Art, the Yellow Spring Hell.
Black fog that shouldn’t exist in the sun shrouded the sky and earth, an ancient bridge full of uncertainties and bloodstains floated in the sky.
On one side of the bridge, an old woman with a wrinkled face seemed to float, holding a bowl and smiling eerily.
Although this was only an imaginary shadow, but it made people shudder.
Gradually, more and more gloomy things surfaced.
The Yellow Spring River, the City of Bounded Death, the Three Life Stones, and so on, the ghastly things of the underworld surfaced one by one.
As Lin Fan’s cultivation improved, his communication with hell became tighter, but his qi was temporarily weak, unable to support hell’s complete surfacing.
If his qi was strong enough, then it wouldn’t be like this.
It would be a complete manifestation of the hells.
Not to mention the eighteen layers of hell, even the ten halls of hell would appear one by one.
Lin Fan’s body was a hundred feet tall, with hell surrounding him; it was as if he was the creator of hell, in charge of this netherworld treasure.
Wow!
The elders of the Ancient Immortal Sect were starting to panic.
“Yellow Springs Hell, the High-Grade Mystic Art of the demon clan.”
“I’m not sure, but looking at the situation right now, it looks like he has cultivated this technique into an extremely high level. If he has enough qi, he would have been able to completely evolve hell.”
Upon learning the current situation, the elders of Ancient Immortal Sect couldn’t say anything anymore.
The brocade robe sage furrowed; he had sensed danger.
“Here we go, get ready.” Lin Fan reminded, this wasn’t a life and death duel, surely you have to tell your opponent before the battle, I’m preparing to perform a great move, so be ready! If I stab you in the ass, don’t blame me for not warning you.
The voice just fell.
Lin Fan communicated with the Origin of Hell.
The black spear gathers in his hand, then rushed toward the other side.
Swoosh!
The black spear was black and bright, transforming into a stream of light that carried an unstoppable power.
The brocade robe sage flew into the sky and exerted his qi, condensing his golden palm towards the black spear.
Boom!
The black spear collided with the golden palm, the spear’s dark light spinning, erupting, and creaking.
A clacking sound.
The golden palm cracked and shattered. With a loud bang, the spear came straight to the brocade robed sage as an intense crisis overshadowed his heart.
The brocade robe sage screamed loudly; he didn’t suppress his cultivation anymore. His Establish Stage’s qi exploded, swept away like a wave, swallowed, and crushed the black spear.
The ten thousand feet of radiant light inside the ring disappeared, and everything returned to calm.
Lin Fan stood up, but his heart was slightly shaken; the gap between their qi was indeed huge. His mystic art was easily broken when the brocade robed sage exploded his Establish Stage qi.
It seemed that he must continue to work hard.
The brocade robe sage stood there in silence, staring at Lin Fan.
He had lost.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t as strong as his opponent.
Rather, he had agreed to suppress his cultivation to the Origin Stage to fight Lin Fan, but he still raised his cultivation stage in the end. A drop of blood spilled out of the palm of his right hand behind his back.
He was injured.
The destructive strike was too strong, and the power was terrifying. If he kept suppressing his cultivation into the Origin Stage to fight, he was afraid that even if he didn’t die, he would have been seriously injured.
Now the situation is awkward.
What should he say?
Admitting his loss?
Well, it was true that he had lost, there was nothing unacceptable about it, and just as he was about to open his mouth, Lin Fan took the initiative to speak.
“Awesome, really awesome.”
“It’s a tie.”