His Resolve Is Admirable, His Heart Is Pitiful, We Are Ashamed

Teng Huayuan looked at Senior Luo Chuan's indifferent expression, his heart wavering. After all, he did not believe that a mere Foundation Establishment Realm brat could destroy the Teng Clan's thousand-year foundation.

Yet Senior Luo Chuan did not seem to be joking. Could Wang Lin in Jueming Valley truly destroy the Teng Clan?

As Teng Huayuan pondered, Lin Yi, who had been sipping tea, slowly rose to his feet, cleared his throat, and said, "The three-month deadline has arrived. All disciples, leave the valley!"

As Lin Yi's words fell, the barrier around Jueming Valley opened easily. Disciples from the various sects emerged from within with great difficulty, looking utterly bedraggled.

The Hengyue Sect disciples, however, were unharmed. Led by Liu Mei, several of them had successfully obtained a token for entering the Outer Realm Battlefield.

When the sect masters learned of this, they flew into a rage. They could not believe Wang Lin had seized all the tokens. That was clearly impossible.

Teng Huayuan, who had been kneeling on the ground, did not hand over his soul. Instead, he swiftly appeared before Jueming Valley, glaring viciously at the entrance.

"Since you're here, stop hiding. You killed my great-grandson, and I, Teng Huayuan, will carve you into a thousand pieces."

Lin Yi rubbed the fat beneath his chin and said with a faint smile, "It seems the last person has a grudge against Teng Huayuan. To make a Nascent Soul Realm patriarch personally take action, something major must have happened."

As vast energy surged outward, Wang Lin, radiating baleful energy, appeared at the entrance of Jueming Valley. His cultivation was clearly rising at an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, it had directly reached the Nascent Soul Realm.

Feeling that energy, the Nascent Soul Realm patriarchs present all revealed astonished expressions. They could not believe that a Nascent Soul Realm expert had appeared within Jueming Valley.

Luo Chuan looked toward A-Dai and calmly asked, "You gave the Thousand Illusion Technique to Wang Lin?"

A-Dai knelt on one knee and cupped his hands. "Within Jueming Valley, this disciple personally saw Teng Huayuan slaughter every mortal of the Wang Clan. This disciple could not bear it, so I..."

Luo Chuan patted A-Dai on the shoulder. Rather than blame him, he looked toward Wang Lin and said flatly, "The cycle of karma cannot ultimately be escaped."

By then, Wang Lin's eyes had long turned blood-red. His silver-white hair fluttered in the wind as spiritual energy continuously spread from his body in every direction.

The mountain ranges on both sides shattered inch by inch the instant they came into contact with that energy!

Teng Huayuan's brow furrowed as he asked in disbelief, "Impossible. A Nascent Soul Realm expert cannot appear within Jueming Valley. What exactly did you do?"

Wang Lin said coldly, "Who I am today was forged by your own hand. Teng Huayuan, return my parents' souls at once!"

In an instant, Wang Lin attacked. The aura of his Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivation shocked every expert in the Zhao Kingdom. Even Teng Huayuan was frightened, immediately retreating to evade Wang Lin's assault.

As Teng Huayuan retreated, he spread open his right hand. A large black-and-red banner instantly appeared in his grasp. The moment it emerged, gusts of chilling wind blew forth.

Countless faces formed from souls appeared upon the banner. Each wore an expression of agony as they screamed madly.

"The Ten Thousand Soul Banner?"

The disciples of the various sects recoiled in dread. To them, such a banner was an utterly irresistible existence. One careless mistake, and their souls could be extracted and sealed within it. They would never enter reincarnation, instead becoming puppets of the caster for all eternity, unable to free themselves.

"Hehehe, it's only a few tens of thousands of souls. It doesn't even count as minor completion."

Lin Yi stroked his beard and said with a smile, "This old man remembers that the Soul Refining Sect of Pilu Kingdom, a Level 5 Cultivation Country, possesses a Soul Banner as its sect treasure. It is said to contain over a billion souls and took thousands of years to create."

At that moment, Teng Huayuan waved his hand. Countless souls shot toward Wang Lin like starving tigers pouncing on prey, crazily passing through his body, yet they could not harm him in the slightest.

"This aura is... Nascent Soul Middle Stage!"

Teng Huayuan was even more shaken. He even considered turning around and leaving.

Every minor stage difference in the Nascent Soul Realm was as vast as heaven and earth. Especially for old Nascent Soul Realm experts like them, who understood all too well just how powerful the Nascent Soul Middle Stage was.

One slight misstep, and they could be reduced to ashes.

Teng Huayuan rapidly retreated while biting through his tongue and spraying out a cloud of blood mist. Within that blood mist, a strange creature suddenly formed and crashed toward Wang Lin with unstoppable force.

The instant the two collided, Teng Huayuan's eyes abruptly widened. He instinctively raised his hand to block the attack, only to discover that the golden dragon had transformed into an emerald-green spiritual artifact that slammed viciously into his chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The successive impacts sent Teng Huayuan flying back over a hundred meters. At the same time, many Nascent Soul Realm experts cast astonished looks toward him, only then realizing that the weapon which had attacked Teng Huayuan had vanished.

Teng Huayuan's mouth twitched as he stared fixedly at the unusual magic treasure before him. He flew into a rage. "An illusion? You Foundation Establishment Realm brat, you're courting death!"

"So it is Illusion City's Thousand Illusion Transformation. No wonder it could directly raise his cultivation to the Nascent Soul Realm. It was only an illusion."

Wang Lin was currently trying to seize the Soul Banner from Teng Huayuan's hand. He only wanted to retrieve his parents' souls from within Teng Huayuan's Soul Banner. Even if it cost him an arm, he would stop at nothing.

"You Foundation Establishment Realm brat, you killed my great-grandson. Today, I will extract your soul and refine it into my Soul Banner, so you will beg for life yet be unable to live, beg for death yet be unable to die!"

A murderous aura covered Wang Lin's face. Facing the countless souls sweeping toward him, he could only use every bit of spiritual energy in his body to form a barrier and resist their attacks.

Seeing that the Outer Realm Battlefield was about to vanish, Ye Zizai, sect master of the Corpse Yin Sect, flew into a rage. He gritted his teeth in hatred toward Wang Lin. "The Corpse Yin Sect's disciples have been wiped out, and the Flying Rakshasa cannot enter. What am I supposed to do about my physical body?"

"Wang Lin, you deserve to be cut into a thousand pieces. Your death would not be enough to atone for your crimes!"

Teng Huayuan looked at Wang Lin, who had already been swallowed by souls, and laughed heartily. "Wang Lin, the game is over. Next, I will extract your soul and fuse it into an oil lamp, letting you die while suffering every torture in the world."

Seeing Wang Lin gradually being devoured by vengeful souls, the Nascent Soul Realm cultivators present all sighed. After all, in the past ten thousand years, no one had ever used Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation to contend against a Nascent Soul Realm patriarch.

"What does a blood feud as deep as the sea matter? What does deep affection and loyalty matter? In the end, neither can overcome the strong preying on the weak, the powerful bullying the weak."

"His resolve is admirable, his heart is pitiful. We are ashamed."

Wu Qingfeng spoke faintly.

"The love of an innocent child should be so."

"Father, Mother, was your child wrong?" Wang Lin fell straight down, clutching his parents' souls in his hand. Tears soaked his eyes as he burst into crazed laughter.

"Hahaha! Cultivation... so this is cultivation. Good! Good!!!"

"Baleful energy!"