I Might Be A Fake Cultivator - Chapter 983
Chapter 983: We Can Have a Good Chat Now
Ao Qingyu struck.
This was the most powerful attack he had ever unleashed.
An Lin looked at the oncoming sword strike, which threatened to part heaven and earth, and he had no doubt that Ao Qingyu was trying to kill him.
As the sword projection swept through the air, even space itself was sliced into two disjointed halves.
Within Ao Qingyu’s divine dao sword intent domain, his sword was the sharpest weapon that could slice through anything in this world.
As the entire heaven and earth around him were transformed into an execution platform, An Lin knew that there was nowhere to run from this peerlessly sharp sword strike.
If he were to take this attack head-on, even his body of the War God would be sliced in half!
How impressive. This was probably the most fearsome attack he had ever faced.
Ao Qingyu was already chortling with glee, and he turned his eyes toward An Lin with anticipation while envisioning him being sliced in half.
All of the Dragon Tribe’s powerful beings were also staring at this scene with elation in their eyes. They knew that Ao Qingyu’s full-power strike was not something anyone had a chance of contending with!
An Lin also felt like he was powerless against this attack.
However… he didn’t intend to take the attack head-on.
He silently pulled out a mirror from his storage ring. Vermilion Bird Mirror!
That’s right, he was afraid that Ao Qingyu wouldn’t be as powerful as this!
This was why An Lin was flexing to goad him into using his most powerful technique.
The more powerful the attack he unleashed, the more chance An Lin had of striking him down!
An Lin was very satisfied with the caliber of Ao Qingyu’s sword strike.
The sword projection that was sharp enough to part heaven and earth descended upon An Lin, upon which dazzling light burst forth, becoming the only color tone between heaven and earth.
This was an extremely pure and sharp energy, and even though the sword projection hadn’t made contact with his body, An Lin felt like he had already been sliced open…
The sword projection then landed on the Vermilion Bird Mirror and was suddenly reversed.
The devastating sword strike fell upon Ao Qingyu’s own body!
Ao Qingyu’s attack was able to slice through anything, including himself!
His eyes widened with incredulity.
The terrifying sword intent gradually dissipated.
Heaven and earth fell deathly silent, to the point that even a pin drop could be heard audibly.
Some people were even rubbing their eyes and doubting their own visions.
Blood suddenly seeped from Ao Qingyu’s waist before slowly staining his entire white robe…
Everyone, regardless of whether they were from the Four Nine Immortal Sect or the Dragon Tribe, was staring at this scene with incredulity and shock in their eyes.
“How could this be? How could this have happened…”
Blood trickled down from the corner of Ao Qingyu’s lips as he murmured with a blank expression.
He could reluctantly accept it if An Lin had taken his sword strike and emerged alive.
However, having his attack reflected back at him was just…
“That didn’t count! I’m going again!”
Ao Qingyu gritted his teeth as he raised his longsword again in an attempt to unleash another sword strike toward An Lin.
However, his expression suddenly shifted as blood gushed forth from his waist like a fountain. His upper body slowly separated from his lower body, as if he were the subject of an extremely gruesome magic trick.
That’s right, his body had been sliced in half by his own attack.
“Brother!” Ao Mingyu roared as he flew toward Ao Qingyu at all costs.
“My son!” Ao Meng’s eyes were completely bloodshot as he roared with grief.
Ao Qingyu’s body fell to the ground, and his teeth chattered as a blank expression settled over his face. He seemed to still be unable to process the fact that he had been defeated by An Lin.
Ao Mingyu flew toward Ao Qingyu and assembled the two halves of his body back together before placing an immortal pill into his mouth and unleashing a healing spell technique upon him.
Thankfully, all Return to Void Final Stage mighty figures possessed insane life energy. Even though Ao Qingyu had lost the ability to take further part in this battle, his life had been saved.
Of course, his life would only truly have been saved if the Four Nine Immortal Sect decided to spare him.
All of the other Dragon Court cultivators were completely devoid of battle intent upon seeing this, and some of them were even trembling involuntarily.
“We lost… The most powerful being within our Dragon Court has lost to An Lin…”
“And he was defeated by his own attack without any possibility of retaliation! That’s way too terrifying! How could An Lin be this powerful?”
“No, I refuse to believe this! How could our Dragon Court be crushed by a human like this? It’s impossible! I refuse to believe it…”
Some of the Dragon Tribe cultivators were unwilling to accept the reality and were on the verge of collapse.
Elsewhere, all of the Four Nine Immortal Sect disciples and pavilion lords were leaping for joy.
Xue Zhantian let loose a string of idioms to praise An Lin. Tina heaved a slight sigh of relief, and the golden light shimmering around her hands disappeared as a vibrant smile appeared on her face.
Tears welled up in Xiao Ze’s eyes. He knew just how much risk An Lin had placed himself under in order to save him.
Almost everyone present had their eyes fixed firmly on An Lin.
Even though his body was riddled with wounds, he still stood like an invincible War God.
An Lin settled on Ao Meng’s head and leaned onto his dragon horn with a mysterious smile on his face. “Dragon King Ao Meng, do I have the right to lay out some facts in front of your face now?”
Ao Meng panted heavily as he resisted the overwhelming pressure of the Large Water Ball with all his might. He then turned to his son, who had been sliced in half, and an expression of rage and humiliation appeared on his face.
No matter how unwilling he was to accept the reality, the fact of the matter was that he had lost, and it was quite an emphatic loss too!
He had mobilized two Return to Void Final Stage mighty figures, but he had still lost!
Never would he have thought that the mighty Dragon Court of the Eastern Seas would be crushed by a new sect that had just emerged on the Tai Chu Continent.
That’s right, this was a world where strength mattered above all else.
He had tried to use blitzkrieg tactics to crush everyone before him and kill anyone who dared to stand against his decree.
However, he was the one having his head stood on right now…
Both in a literal and figurative sense.
An Lin stood on top of Ao Meng’s head with a victorious smile on his face.
“Oi, Ao Meng, did you suffer brain damage from getting pummeled too hard? Speak up!”
Ao Meng’s body was trembling with rage, but he had no choice but to concede. “Very good! I concede this time! If you want to lay out some facts, then I would be glad to hear them!”
A contented smile finally appeared on An Lin’s face.
It appeared that the key to making someone listen to reason was to give them the beating of their life first!
As long as you beat them into submission, they would listen to everything you say!
The Four Nine Immortal Sect disciples were trembling from excitement upon hearing the concession Ao Meng was making.
All of them turned their scorching eyes upon the figure standing on the dragon’s head. The sun shone down upon An Lin’s body, basking him in a faint, divine glow.
These were all outer sect disciples, but at this moment, their hearts were overwhelmed with pride. They were proud to be a part of the Four Nine Immortal Sect!
In the face of the overbearing and terrifyingly powerful Dragon Court, An Lin stood up for them and defeated two Return to Void Final Stage mighty figures in quick succession.
This was their sect leader.
This was a man who could crush the entire Dragon Court under his feet!
