A True Body Battle Isn't Won by Brute Force of Tongue!

The slain, Big-Headed Boy opened his eyes with a ferocious grin and appeared in the outside world, roaring angrily, "Damn Luo Chuan! He actually killed me directly, preventing me from entering the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals today!"

The other cultivators shared the same expression, but could only roar inwardly, for none of them wanted to offend a powerful cultivator who had reached the late-stage Great Perfection of the Jingnie Realm.

The Big-Headed Boy gritted his teeth and said, "Why is this person so powerful? Even when suppressed to the early stage of the Jingnie Realm, he can still unleash such terrifying strength. Could it be that he was already invincible among those of the same realm back then?"

Perhaps the Big-Headed Boy didn't know that back then, Luo Chuan was already able to kill a powerhouse in the early stages of the Jingnie Realm with his Spirit Severing Insight Realm.

Now that he has entered the Jingnie Realm stage, he is invincible among his peers. Even when facing the Blood God Child, who is at the Sunie Realm stage, Luo Chuan shows no sign of backing down.

In the days that followed, Luo Chuan's slaughter continued relentlessly, killing every cultivator Luo Chuan encountered.

Wang Lin was similar; though not as swift as Luo Chuan, he still terrified the cultivators in the area.

"Xu Mu!"

The moment Xu Ting saw Wang Lin, his eyes widened, and he roared, "How dare you come here! You're courting death!"

"You should be able to open the storage bag too, right?"

The cultivators who entered this place were divided into two categories.

One type is a soul entity that cannot open a storage bag; even if it is killed, it will be teleported out.

Another type is cultivators who can open storage bags. These people enter in their physical form, which carries the risk of death and dissipation.

Therefore, most cultivators who discovered they could open storage bags chose to hide, since they only had one life, and the slightest mistake could lead to their annihilation.

Wang Lin said calmly, "Since you can also open the storage bag, then today, you won't leave this place alive."

Xu Ting raised his head menacingly, staring at Wang Lin's position. "You? You're not qualified. Today I'll show you what happens when you offend me!"

"Furthermore, the fact that you can open the storage bag means that you also entered in your true form. Hehehe, today, you are doomed to die!"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Ting's black aura suddenly surged, the dark pattern between his eyebrows flickered with an eerie light, and his aura suddenly soared as he directly activated his most treasured secret technique.

Xu Ting rapidly formed hand seals, and the black energy around him condensed into a ferocious ghost blade, its blade shrouded in a corrosive black mist, aimed directly at Wang Lin's heart.

"In a battle of true form, you can't win just by talking tough!"

Xu Ting grinned maliciously, his figure darting out like a ghost, his ghostly blade whistling as it tore through the void, aiming straight for Wang Lin's face.

He had long regarded Wang Lin as a thorn in his side. Now that both of them had descended in their true forms, it was the perfect opportunity to eliminate their opponent. He attacked with deadly moves, leaving no room for retreat.

Wang Lin remained calm, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes. Without flinching, he slowly raised his right hand, a wisp of extremely faint black energy swirling around his fingertips—the very same primordial energy he had sensed from Luo Chuan years ago.

Faced with Xu Ting's thunderous attack, Wang Lin flicked his wrist, his fingertips precisely touching the tip of the Ghost Blade.

"Clang!!!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out as black energy and black blades collided violently. A terrifying shockwave swept outwards from the two figures, instantly crushing the surrounding rocks into powder.

Xu Ting felt a tremendous force surge through the ghost blade, his arm went numb, his tiger's mouth throbbed with pain, and he was forced back several steps. The sinister smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by incredulous astonishment.

"Your strength... how is that possible!"

Wang Lin stepped forward slowly, his white robe fluttering in the wind, his white hair swaying slightly, and his eyes growing colder. "You think you're worthy to be presumptuous in front of me with your paltry skills?"

With one hand behind his back, the moment Wang Lin stepped down, the black aura around him suddenly transformed into a monstrous wave, completely engulfing Xu Ting and blocking all escape routes.

Meanwhile, in the shadowy void outside the battlefield, Luo Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, his pale blue eyes calmly watching the two locked in combat, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

Luo Chuan did not intervene, but simply watched Wang Lin display his strength, seemingly considering the situation, or perhaps waiting for the outcome of the duel.

"The Xu family of Donglin Star... It seems that Lu Tianqiong, the patriarch of the Lu family, should also be here, right?"

He hadn't looked at anyone else before, since his mind was focused on Wang Lin and the Primordial Thunder Dragon spirit. According to the agreement made back then, Lu Tianqiong, the head of the Lu family, should naturally have come to the Thunder Immortal Palace.

Following the search with divine sense, they quickly found Lu Tianqiong deep in the forest. At this moment, Lu Tianqiong was being besieged. The attack from several Spirit Severing Realm experts caused him to spit out a mouthful of scarlet blood.

"The head of the Lü family of Donglin Star is truly pathetic. Today, I'll make sure you're excluded from the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals!"

Lu Tianqiong knelt on the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the crowd before him, a barely perceptible glint of anger in his eyes. "Zeng Niu is a friend of my Lu family. If you kill me, Zeng Niu will not let you off!"

"Zeng Niu? Hahaha, I'm Da Niu, what a trashy name!"

"That's right, even if Zeng Hu comes, I will still kill you here today, Patriarch Lü! Prepare to die!"

The cultivators who were besieging Lu Tianqiong exchanged sinister smiles. Their magical power suddenly converged into a ferocious blade of light, carrying the momentum to tear through the void, and fiercely slashed towards Lu Tianqiong, who was kneeling on the ground and whose aura was weak!

Lu Tianqiong's face was deathly pale. His meridians were already severed and his Immortal Essence was exhausted. He was powerless to withstand this fatal blow and could only close his eyes and wait for death, his heart filled with resentment and despair.

As the head of the Lü family, he was about to fail in this Thunder Immortal Palace trial grounds, and the Lü family's reputation would be completely ruined.

"Boom!"

Just as the light blade was about to strike Lu Tianqiong's head, a pale blue streak of light suddenly pierced the sky, appearing like a god descending to earth in front of everyone!

A hand shimmering with a faint blue light appeared out of thin air. With a casual clench, the combined light blade, powerful enough to kill a cultivator at the Spirit Severing Realm, instantly shattered into countless specks of light and vanished without a trace.

"Who?!"

Several cultivators were shocked and looked up sharply. They saw Luo Chuan standing with his hands behind his back in the void. His light blue eyes were as cold as ice, and the pressure emanating from his body was like a mountain pressing down on them, making them instantly suffocate and unable to move even a finger.

"How dare you, a mere junior Spirit Severing, be so insolent!"

"You... you are... Luo Chuan!"

The cultivators' eyes widened instantly as they stared at the white-haired youth before them, unable to believe that the man was actually Luo Chuan, a powerful cultivator at the mid-stage of the Jingnie Realm realm.

"Noisy."

Luo Chuan's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable domineering air. The moment his words fell, he flicked his fingertips, and several pale blue beams of light shot out, precisely piercing through the dantian and qi sea of those cultivators!