ObligatoryTLNote: An untitled chapter coming right up, It’s a damn shame that Wang Lin hasn’t got a girl “yet” *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*, not that I know whether or not he will get one *whistles innocently*, but even otherwise this song would have been the perfect thing to listen while reading this arc. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWz0JC7afNQ So Chill, Such Dark. Much Enjoyment.
The man hesitated then smiling, he shook his head, thought that apparently Wang Lin is unwilling to tell the truth, so he opened his storage bag, throwing out a token, turned and said loudly: “Piao Miao Sect relinquish their foreign battlefield qualifications, when the valley is opened, me and my brothers will leave this place.” With that, leading a team of cultivators, he quickly flew South-West, slowly disappearing without a trace.
After someone took the lead, the Sects which had lost their token came forward, to explain and showing the storage bags of all their disciples, said that they had no other token, the three sects left.
He Huan Sect were the last ones still holding their tokens, the female disciple leading them was still hesitant about it and did not surrender, but looked towards another sect staying there, Wu Feng Sect.
The leader of Wu Feng Sect was a seventy year old man, the Old man’s eyes flashed, his cultivation had already reached the fake dan state, perhaps with a closed-door training for a few years, might even breakthrough to JieDan stage.
He stared at Wang Lin, sneering he said: “Little boy, this Old man thanks you for helping me collect all the tokens, now you just leave the tokens there, and run along.”
The He Huan Sect’s leading disciple immediately frowned and after whispering a few words to people around, the dozen people, men and women, slowly retreated.
Wang Lin glanced at them, then eventually looking at the old man, took out his storage bag, from it suddenly a cyan grain floated in mid-air.
The Old man had a contemptuous expression, he believed that Wang Lin killing a few people, was something he could do as well, in his eyes, Wang Lin certainly hid his strength, but he too was at the peak of Late Foundation Building stage, and he thought that he should be able to deal with Wang Lin’s cultivation, also he held in his hand Wu Feng Sect’s precious treasure Heavenly Thunder Flame Umbrella, so he was certain of victory.
Seeing that he threw a small little ball of light, the Old man smiled contemptuously, and shouted to his Sect behind: “You step back and see how this Old man kills this arrogant kid.”
With that said, he flipped his right hand, and suddenly a silver umbrella, appeared in his hands, there were a number of golden flame patterns painted on the umbrella which looked quite pretty.
The other disciples of Wu Feng Sect, after hearing the words of the Old man, and in particular, after seeing the umbrella, had their faces change greatly, and they involuntarily stepped back, some even retreated a dozen meters back, showing a relieved look.
Wang Lin, quickly moving, grabbed the stunned Li Shan on the side, quickly retreated, and drawing back, with his right hand controlling the cyan grain with his gravity technique, directed towards the Old man’s position.
The Old man’s face was filled with disdain, he opened the umbrella, and with a loud swish as soon as the umbrella opened, a golden light emerged from it.
Suddenly a strange wind appeared around the umbrella, and the golden flames drawn on the umbrella, as if suddenly gained life, separating from the umbrella, as everything surrounding them turned dry and hot.
At this moment, the cyan grain met the outermost flame wind of the umbrella, following which the golden flame instantly rushed up and enveloped the cyan grain.
Wang Lin, maintained a neutral expression, without stopping his pace, said in his mind: “Explode!”
From the strange wind and golden flame, a cyan light dazzlingly radiated, the brilliance was concentrated to the extreme, and with a bang, dark cyan circular rippples emerged, the waves were as high as sea tides, crazily spreading all around.
This scene, happened within a blink, as the wave-like impact circle covered an area more than 300 meters.
The wind is an intangible thing, but at this point, in the face of the power of Ji realm, turned into aquamarine crystals as it fell to the ground, followed by the golden flame, which didn’t have enough time to even put out the flame, as it froze, looking like aquamarine gold fire which seemed almost as if it was still burning.
As for Wu Feng Valley’s Heavenly Thunder Flame umbrella, remaining half-open was covered with a layer of ice crystals.
The Wu Feng Sect’s Old man didn’t have time to react, as his face still maintained a proud look full of disdain, as he glowed with a blue colour, frozen into a statue.
Behind him, amongst the Wu Feng Sect’s seventeen disciples, nobody escaped, not even those who had retreated the farthest, as they all were carved into crystals.
Within a radius of three hundred meters, there was no one left alive, each and every living object had died. This place, it was as if it had become a forbidden zone for life.
Li Shan’s brain went blank, as he blankly stared at the scene infront of him, his heart was shocked to the limit, he had left his mouth open for a long time but couldn’t say a word, but as he looked to Wang Lin, his eyes had respect.
He Huan Sect had timely retreated so they had escaped the massacre, but at this time they were five hundred meters away, but they were stunned, afraid to move even a muscle, because Wang Lin’s cold eyes were on them.
The Wu Feng Sect’s Disciples before their eyes, had turned into strange ice statues, looking at the scene was enough to shock them fully, looking at the statues, the He Huan Sect’s leading female disciple, had gone pale, as she took out the qualification token, carefully placing it on the ground. Wang Lin suddenly said in a sinking voice: “These tokens, how many of them are there?”
The female disciple quivered, barely controlling her fear she said while shivering: “A total of seven.”
Wang Lin maintained a calm demeanour, as he secretly calculated, Wu Feng Sect did not have token, so in his hands now, counting Piao Miao Sect, He Huan Sect, there were a total of four tokens, so there were still three tokens left to complete the set. However, the Corpse Yin Sect, late foundation building disciple vanished along wtih the token into the formation, so discounting that, there still remained two.
Before he had come to SicklePod valley, Ye Zi had said that in the valley, the race is to grab the other parties’ tokens, according to his analysis, plus what Situ Nan briefly explained to him while he was awake, regarding the entry into foreign battlefield. Wang Lin found an answer, he glimpsed at the female disciple, and suddenly said:
“How many qualifications are there, for entering the foreign battlefield?”
The woman hesitated, but seeing Wang Lin’s eyes full of coldness, her whole body shivered immediately, as she quickly said: “Three, only three places.” With that said, she worried that perhaps she wasn’t detailed enough so Wang Lin might get provoked into killing, so she quickly added: “A total of seven tokens, but at the time when foreign battlefield is opened, if there are more than three tokens, then the Zhao region’s qualification to enter the foreign battlefield will be cancelled.”
Wang Lin looked at her, immediately the female disciple got jumpy, and with an anxious voice said: “Friend, I……regarding the remaining three tokens, I know the whereabouts of one token, if you let me, I will tell you all about it truthfully.”