Seeing that only one black fruit remained, the youth cried out urgently.
Then his body gradually turned transparent, and a faint fluctuation spread out, enveloping the last fruit.
"Rebellion! This is rebellion!"
The black fruit roared in fury, then abruptly swelled, intending to explode and take them down with it.
But it was already too late.
The fluctuation the youth released was wondrous. Like a gentle breeze brushing past, it made the fruit's energy "settle," preventing it from mustering any power whatsoever.
Immediately afterward.
The youth raised a hand.
A flying sword wobbled over and pierced straight through the fruit.
Chen Lin's eyelid twitched.
After the flying sword killed the fruit, it failed to turn into black mist. Instead, it shrank a little, all the black faded from its surface, and it finally became an ordinary fruit that dropped to the ground.
Mortal-Transforming?
Seeing this, Chen Lin thought of Zhou Shiwu, who possessed a similar innate talent, albeit at a lower level.
After destroying the black fruit, the youth flashed over to Chen Lin.
"My lord, now that I've also killed the soul of an elder of the Eight Trees, I can't possibly leak what happened here. Please grant me a way to live."
Chen Lin studied him with interest.
"What's your name?"
"My lord, my name is Yang Tian. I'm a cultivator from the Fangkong Realm. I was deceived into becoming a disciple of the Hundred Fruit Orchard, only to end up as feed for these fiends."
The youth answered respectfully.
He immediately added, "I'm merely a rogue cultivator. If you spare my life, I'm willing to follow you and serve you for the rest of my days."
"You're a clever man."
Chen Lin offered that appraisal.
Without agreeing or refusing, he turned to Hua Qingfeng.
Murderous intent poured