Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal-Chapter 165 - 124: Slaying the Golden Core! Huge Haul! Return to the Southern Realm! Divine Sense Covers 600 Miles!
"That Demonic Cultivator, even though his Divine Sense was suppressed, still has the magical power of the 8th Layer of Foundation Establishment. Daoist Long actually crippled his arm with one punch—he’s way too strong!"
"......."
Watching as Lin Chang’sheng shattered the right arm of the Demonic Golden Core Cultivator with a single punch, Yu Lingfei, Zhuo Yijian, Zhang Aoxue, and the others all stared wide-eyed, utterly shocked.
"Heh, is that all you’ve got?"
Lin Chang’sheng gave a cold laugh, his figure flashing as he appeared five zhang away from Profound Court. He knocked his fists together, producing a clanging sound, his body glowing faintly golden, making him look like a celestial god!
The next moment.
Lin Chang’sheng flashed again, firing out another punch.
Boom!
Profound Court’s expression changed. He circulated the magical power in his body and instantly shifted position. Knowing how tough Lin Chang’sheng’s body was, he didn’t dare to clash head-on.
He stood five zhang away, formed a hand seal with his left hand—black mist filled the air, shaping into a black Black Flame Ball that sped toward Lin Chang’sheng.
Just then, a figure flew toward Profound Court’s Black Flame Ball.
"Jing’Er!"
Profound Court suddenly realized the figure was his own son, Xuan Jing, though Xuan Jing’s eyes were shut tight and his face deathly pale—he’d clearly been dead for some time.
Right as the Black Flame Ball he released struck his son Xuan Jing’s body, it burst open with a boom. Profound Court watched helplessly as his son’s corpse, starting from the feet, was consumed by black flames creeping upward, until Xuan Jing’s body was reduced to ashes.
"No!"
Seeing this, Profound Court’s eyes bulged with grief and rage, rushing to his son’s body and waving the flames away.
Just then.
Yu Lingfei, Zhuo Yijian, Zhang Aoxue, and the others all controlled their flying swords, slicing at Profound Court from afar.
Profound Court sensed a powerful danger, instantly darted three zhang away, distancing himself from Yu Lingfei and Zhuo Yijian’s encirclement.
But at that moment, his left leg was suddenly ice-cold—a burst of Sword Force exploded inside him, and below his knee, his left leg turned to a spray of blood!
"Ah... You!"
Profound Court glared poisonously at Lin Chang’sheng, standing three zhang away. He couldn’t believe he’d dodged the attacks from the other Cultivators, only to be struck by the hidden blade of the one who killed his son.
"Old bastard, time to die!"
Lin Chang’sheng had just landed the Invisible Celestial Blade—his body blurred and he punched at Profound Court again!
He knew well: when your enemy’s down, finish them off!
At the same time!
Yu Lingfei, Zhuo Yijian, and Zhang Aoxue all surged forward with sword control.
"You all deserve to die!"
To think, as a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, he’d entered the Spirit-Seizing Land, and with his Divine Sense disabled, he’d ended up being swarmed by a bunch of Foundation Establishment Cultivators—Profound Court was burning with rage.
He slapped his chest with his left hand, spat blood, and his aura roared upward. A black shadow, like a ghost, flickered behind him!
His aura kept rising!
"Daoist Long! He’s burning up his magical power, he can’t keep that up for long! Let’s move back!"
Zhuo Yijian saw Profound Court burning through the last of his magical power, apparently preparing a desperate attack. He cried out in alarm to warn Lin Chang’sheng.
Lin Chang’sheng flashed aside, activating the perfected Saint Buddha Golden Body, golden light flickered all over him, and he punched toward Profound Court’s back!
BOOM!
The earth shook. Profound Court’s head was smashed by Lin Chang’sheng’s fist—his body strength akin to the Middle Stage of Golden Core—and his head was snapped backward, the black soul-shadow vanished, and his body was slammed viciously into the earth!
The battlefield was choked with dust, yellow sand flying everywhere.
Lin Chang’sheng gave him no chance to breathe; his body flickered, and he hammered another punch down!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Lin Chang’sheng slammed down a total of six punches—Profound Court was driven deep into a giant pit, no longer responsive, his limbs pulverized, his whole body shredded and bloody, half his face gone.
Only one eye remained, staring wide open, unable to find peace in death.
Lin Chang’sheng reached out and snatched Profound Court’s storage bag from his waist, waving out the Myriad Souls Vessel, trapping Profound Court’s soul inside.
And he stuffed the corpse into the storage bag as well!
Lin Chang’sheng knew well that within that corpse, there was still a magical treasure!
"My God! Daoist Long is a complete monster—he actually killed a Demonic Golden Core Cultivator!"
"That Demonic Golden Core Cultivator, even with his Divine Sense suppressed, had power at the Golden Core Stage! Who would’ve thought Daoist Long would crush him like that!"
"........"
Seeing Lin Chang’sheng slaughter the Demonic Golden Core Cultivator in such brutal fashion, Zhuo Yijian, Yu Lingfei, and the others were beside themselves in shock.
At that moment, the Cloud Map Tribe and Fire Radiance Tribe clansmen were all awe-struck.
"Fellow Daoists, this one’s been killed—let’s go back to breaking the array."
Lin Chang’sheng could barely contain his excitement.
He’d slain a Demonic Golden Core, grabbed the storage bag, certain there would be massive loot. Not to mention—inside the Demonic Golden Core’s dantian was a magical treasure!
Plus, combined with the three magical treasures he’d found in the Yu Kun Divine Monarch’s Cave Mansion, that made four in total.
All he needed now was to leave the Spirit-Seizing Land, then devote himself to raising his cultivation experience points as fast as possible, and break into the Golden Core Realm!
"Alright!"
"Thank you, Daoist Long!"
Yu Lingfei, Zhuo Yijian, Zhang Aoxue and the others lit up with joy—they’d waited ages for this day.
Living like ordinary people with no magical power was not something they wanted to continue.
Under the gaze of thousands from both the Fire Radiance and Cloud Map Tribes, and in the presence of Yu Lingfei, Zhuo Yijian, Zhang Aoxue—
Lin Chang’sheng approached the underside of the Fire Radiance Dunes, looking fifty zhang across at their surface—where the terrifying heat was so intense, even the air above the dunes looked twisted from the blaze.
