Chapter 425: Chapter 270: A Clean Sweep, Core Formation Spiritual Materials

The attack was terrifyingly powerful!

Xu Maoling’s expression was grim. Not daring to be the least bit careless, his Magical Power surged as he wielded his scythe, weaving an impenetrable defensive screen of light to block with all his might.

"BOOM!"

The Sword Aura and the scythe’s light screen collided violently, unleashing a shocking shockwave.

However, the instant after the collision, the Silver-White Masked Cultivator didn’t press his advantage. Instead, he used the force of the recoil to shoot backward abruptly, as if pulled by an invisible rope!

At the same time, he slapped his chest and spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood. The blood mist instantly merged with his Escape Light, causing his speed to skyrocket. He transformed into a bloody streak of light and fled for his life away from Rising Sun Island without a moment’s hesitation.

He had actually feinted, directly burning his Essence Blood to unleash a Blood Escape Secret Skill!

’Trying to run?!’ After blocking the sword strike, Xu Maoling realized it was just a feint. He wanted to give chase, but the man was already too fast; it was too late.

Lin Changheng’s Divine Sense and five senses perceived everything. He instantly understood the man’s true intentions, and the corners of his mouth lifted in a slight smile. He remained motionless, watching the scene unfold with a calm gaze.

The reactions of the two registered in the Silver-White Masked Cultivator’s Divine Sense, calming his nerves slightly. ’As long as I get out of Rising Sun Island’s range,’ he thought, ’with this Blood Escape Technique, I’m absolutely certain I can get away.’

He was even planning how he would report back, shifting all the blame onto this sudden, unexpected variable...

However, just as he was about to cross the edge of Rising Sun Island, the very instant his Heart and Spirit were at their most lax—

"WHOOSH!"

The seemingly calm lake surface below silently rippled!

An extremely condensed Dark Blue Water Arrow, almost one with the lake water, shot out from beneath the surface like a long-lurking viper. It moved faster than thought, firing with unerring precision toward the path of the bloody streak of light!

The timing and angle of the Water Arrow’s appearance were cunning to the extreme.

It was precisely at the moment when the Silver-White Masked Cultivator was reveling in the joy of his narrow escape and steeling his resolve for future vengeance—his mind entirely focused on any potential pursuers from behind, leaving him completely unguarded against the lake below!

"What?!" The Silver-White Masked Cultivator was scared out of his wits. He hadn’t sensed an enemy hidden underwater at all!

In his haste, he could only desperately twist his body, trying to avoid a fatal blow.

An exceptionally decisive move!

"PFFT!"

The Dark Blue Water Arrow, charged for a long time by the Deep Lake Spirit Clam, had speed and power comparable to a full-force strike from a Late Stage Tier Two Demon Beast. Although it missed his heart, it brutally pierced through his thigh!

An extremely sinister, cold power erupted, not only blasting a bloody hole in his thigh but also madly corroding his meridians. His Blood Escape Technique was instantly interrupted and his Escape Light dissipated. Like a bird with a broken wing, he plummeted from midair!

"No—!" the Silver-White Masked Cultivator let out a desperate and indignant roar.

And just as he was falling, struggling to regain his balance, a figure in green robes appeared above him like a phantom.

Lin Changheng’s eyes were ice-cold, without a trace of pity.

He extended his left hand, and a dark gold Flame shot out, transforming into a nearly invisible thread of death that wrapped lightly around the man’s neck.

All of the Silver-White Masked Cultivator’s movements froze instantly. The terror and venom in his eyes solidified as his head, still wearing the shattered silver-white mask, flew into the air, a fountain of blood gushing from his neck.

"SPLASH!" The headless body fell into the lake, dyeing a patch of the water red.

Then, the Flame flared up, incinerating the sinking corpse to ash and making the water glow with firelight.

With a wave of his hand, Lin Changheng had already snatched the Storage Bag from the man’s waist. With his other hand, he remotely grasped the head, whose eyes were wide with unwillingness to die. The silver-white mask had shattered, revealing a terrified and exceedingly effeminate face.

He gave it a single glance—he didn’t recognize the man. Then, while the man’s Divine Soul had not yet dispersed, he immediately used the Soul Searching Technique.

Soon, his brow furrowed in a flash of disappointment.

Apparently, the key memories within the man’s Divine Soul were firmly locked away by a special Magic Technique, preventing any leaks. When Lin Changheng tried to view them by force, it triggered a chain reaction, causing the Divine Soul to crumble.

Since it was useless, with a "WHOOSH," fierce flames erupted and burned it to nothing.

Sensing a presence to his side, Lin Changheng’s gaze shifted to Xu Maoling, who was flying over, panting slightly.

Xu Maoling came to a halt in midair and looked down at where the body had fallen. His eyes clearly showed a mix of relief and satisfaction, but they were overwhelmingly filled with astonishment and admiration for Lin Changheng’s strength.

He had never imagined that this renowned Tier Two Alchemist would also possess such extraordinary and shocking strength. With methods like these, he feared that even at his peak, he would be no match.

Not to mention, there was that Spirit Beast hidden beneath the lake’s surface. Its perfectly timed attack with that shocking Water Arrow had directly led to the Silver-White Masked Cultivator’s death.

’It’s most likely a Late Stage Tier Two Spirit Beast.’

’He truly keeps his abilities hidden. His hidden depths are terrifying...’

Xu Maoling wiped the lingering trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and gave Lin Changheng a solemn, cupped-fist salute. His voice was slightly hoarse from a mix of emotion and his injuries.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, if not for your timely intervention to turn the tide, I fear that my life, and the very foundation of Rising Sun Island, would have been lost here today! This grace of saving my life, this virtue of protecting my island... I... I am eternally grateful and will never forget it for as long as I live!"

His words were incomparably sincere, and the look he gave Lin Changheng was complex and hard to read.

He considered his relationship with his neighbor to be decent, but it was by no means as deep as brotherhood.

He never would have expected that in a life-or-death crisis, the man would not only risk danger to come to his aid but also display such astonishing strength and decisiveness. First, he broke the siege of Floating Star Island, then he saved him from the brink of death, and finally, he annihilated all their enemies. His methods were clean and efficient, his mind meticulous and unfathomable.

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