The scene unfolded before the group of people standing at the entrance of the cave, crystal clear.
However, no one present could comprehend the meaning behind Lin Chuan’s actions.
“Playing a bone flute right here?!”
“Lin brother’s methods are a bit too outrageous, Fatty. You’re quite familiar with him. Can you tell what he’s trying to do?”
Wu Xie asked.
Wang Pangzi shook his head, snorting, “I’m not a worm in his belly, how would I know?”
Even the Saint Child floating in mid-air was slightly taken aback.
But his face quickly hardened once more.
“No matter what you’re trying to do, stop with the pointless chatter. I’ll kill you first.”
“And I haven’t forgotten that finger of yours.”
The Zhang Family Saint Child made a hand seal.
In an instant.
More than ten vines burst from the ground, striking towards Lin Chuan standing on the platform.
“Watch out!”
Zhang Qi Ling instinctively warned.
Lin Chuan, naturally aware, easily dodged to the side.
The vines, however, weren’t done.
As if sensing Lin Chuan’s presence, they shifted direction and continued their attack.
“This is, magic?”
While dodging, Lin Chuan kept his eyes open, taking the opportunity to examine the vines chasing him.
He had heard tales of the Warring States period, when the Hundred Schools of Thought flourished.
It was said that the Yin Yang Masters, with their mastery of heaven and earth, yin and yang, developed magic such as the Eight Trigrams and Qi Men Dun Jia.
Lin Chuan never expected the Zhang Family to be proficient in it.
But Zhang Qi Ling seemed to lack this knowledge.
It seemed that many lineages had been cut off over the years.
Suddenly.
Lin Chuan noticed a change in the hand seal held by the Saint Child in his peripheral vision.
Almost simultaneously.
A massive stone fell from above, seemingly without reason.
It crashed to the ground.
The stone tiles on the platform shattered like a spiderweb.
If Lin Chuan hadn’t dodged in time.
He would have been crushed.
“Damn! Why don’t you fight back, Linzi?!”
“What about your Thunder Finger?!”
“Use it on him!”
Wang Pangzi was sweating for Lin Chuan, thinking that this would be impossible to overcome.
Perhaps hearing his words.
Lin Chuan abruptly stopped, facing the incoming vines, thunder crackling at his fingertips!
The vines collided with the thunder light.
After a brief clash, they shattered.
“Blazing Fire! Prairie Fire!”
This time, the Saint Child formed seals with both hands.
In an instant, the entire stone platform turned into a sea of flames, and the Nine-Headed Snake Cypress was quickly ignited.
The flames spread rapidly throughout the space.
And Lin Chuan’s figure.
Was swallowed by the flames.
“Linzi!”
Wang Pangzi was filled with anxiety, “Damn it, Fat爷, I’m not done with you!”
He quickly raised the pistol he had snatched earlier and aimed at the Zhang Family Saint Child in mid-air.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Wang Pangzi emptied the clip.
His aim was incredibly precise, twelve bullets, none missed their mark.
But what happened next.
Truly shocked everyone.
All the bullets stopped just a meter in front of the small figure.
Then they fell one by one.
As if an invisible barrier blocked their path.
“Ignoring bullets?!”
Sweat dripped down Wang Pangzi’s forehead, as he grumbled, “A Ning, your gun is an antique. We need to get you a new one next time.”
“Is this a matter of the gun?”
A Ning immediately retorted.
Wang Pangzi’s shots finally caught the attention of the Zhang Family Saint Child.
“Earthly Realm, like ants.”
“To kill you with Blazing Fire, without the suffering of being stripped and dismembered, is a mercy.”
“But dealing with the rest of you shouldn’t be so troublesome.”
The little figure stood in mid-air, looking down at them as if they were ants.
Contempt filled his eyes.
“Let’s go.”
Zhang Qi Ling, his brow furrowed, stood in front of everyone.
“Little Bro!”
Wu Xie seemed reluctant.
“Little Three Master!”
“Little Brother’s right. Now’s the time to leave. We still have a chance.”
Panzi, though eager to help, was powerless. This level of clash was beyond his ability to participate in.
Slap!
A Ning struck Wu Xie’s neck with a hand chop.
He instantly fell unconscious.
A Ning said coolly, “What are you wasting time with him for?”
Panzi understood, slung Wu Xie onto his back, and said, “Little Brother, don’t die. We’ll wait for you outside.”
“Haha…”
“None of you are getting away. I haven’t tasted your flesh and blood yet.”
“I bet it’s better than those old guys in the mountains.”
“Those old guys in the mountains, their meat is so tough. It’s not tasty at all.”
With these words.
The Zhang Family Saint Child’s hand seals shifted again.
An earth wall emerged from below, completely blocking their escape route.
“This damn little brat, he blocked our way!”
Wang Pangzi grumbled.
Zhang Qi Ling didn’t speak, he surged forward, his black gold ancient blade cutting two blue arcs of light.
The Zhang Family Saint Child didn’t retreat, he met the blades with two fingers.
Clang!
A clear metal clash echoed.
He was unscathed.
“Roar!”
Almost simultaneously, a large Qilin phantom appeared behind Zhang Qi Ling.
The Qilin raised its head, its eyes blazing with fury.
It let out a deafening roar towards the sky.
“Burning your life essence?”
“Ridiculous.”
“These secret techniques are not meant for you to use against your own kind.”
Clearly, the Zhang Family Saint Child wasn’t afraid.
He bit his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, then flicked it lightly.
The drop of blood precisely struck the Qilin between its brows.
In an instant.
The majestic and dazzling Qilin phantom vanished without a trace.
“Bloodline suppression.”
Zhang Qi Ling’s brow furrowed slightly, without saying a word, he suddenly unleashed another barrage of blade qi.
“Those are useless against me, you junior. Why waste your energy.”
The Zhang Family Saint Child easily dodged.
But before he could intercept the next few attacks, he felt a sharp sensation coming from behind.
He leaned to the side, evading the attack.
Then he saw two vines pass by him.
“This is?!”
The Zhang Family Saint Child looked at Zhang Qi Ling in disbelief.
He saw the other man forming hand seals, exactly the same ones he had used earlier.
In such a short time.
He learned it after seeing it once?!
Zhang Family cultivators, of the same lineage.
Zhang Qi Ling was only missing a trigger, a method.
“I have to say, junior, you are truly gifted.”
The Zhang Family Saint Child couldn’t help but compliment him, then added, “But simply relying on this technique to kill me is just too naive.”
The fire intensified.
The entire space became unbearably hot, even the air became thinner.
The wounds on Zhang Qi Ling’s body were soaked in sweat.
Even if he didn’t say it.
Everyone present knew how excruciating it must have been.
Wang Pangzi: “Are we really going to die here?”
Panzi: “Little Three Master, even if I die, I will find you a sliver of hope.”
A Ning: “Boss, I can’t go back either. If I die here, it’s a form of accountability for this mission.”
Lin Chuan was engulfed by the flames, Little Brother’s efforts had yielded no results.
At this moment, despair engulfed everyone.
“Good.”
“I love the look of despair on your faces.”
The Zhang Family Saint Child cracked a smile, ready to make his move.
But at that moment.
A deep, ethereal flute sound rang out from within the vast mountain.
The flute tone was clear and yet steady.
The moment it sounded.
The flames, which were still spreading, vanished into nothingness.
And Lin Chuan’s figure reappeared before everyone.
Each note.
Blown from his bone flute.
Turned into a golden symbol and leaped to his feet.
Lin Chuan stepped on the symbol.
Step by step, he walked towards the sky.
“You… what’s going on?! Shouldn’t you have been burned to death?!”
“No… my realm!”
The Zhang Family Saint Child discovered in astonishment.
His cultivation was starting to plummet at this moment.
He looked at Lin Chuan in disbelief, and roared, “Impossible! Your music! How can it suppress my realm?!”