I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Feng Wuya seemed to have heard something extremely hilarious, and he almost burst into laughter.

Little Xie immediately took this opportunity to return back into the Evil-Slaying Sword before sheathing herself.

Feng Wuya didn’t really care. He was glaring intently at An Lin with a vicious, dangerous light in his eyes. “I don’t mind having to kill you again, White-Robed Exalted Immortal!”

He abruptly aimed a vicious kick toward An Lin’s waist as he spoke.

In his current Lotus Body state, Feng Wuya’s defenses, power, and speed had all been elevated to an insane level, making him close to invincible. His kick flashed through the air so quickly that none of the spectating cultivators were even able to see it!

An Lin took the hit without even attempting to dodge.

Boom!

Energy exploded outward and the entire Immortal Slaying Platform tremored violently.

Feng Wuya could hear his shin bone shattering…

The purple starry veined patterns had automatically converged to the point where Feng Wuya’s leg had struck An Lin on the waist. The destructive power of stars then erupted forth before crashing toward Feng Wuya’s shin.

Feng Wuya howled in agony and tried to hurtle back in retreat, only to find that his wrists had been locked firmly in An Lin’s hands, and he was unable to struggle free.

“Let me return the favor,” An Lin spoke in a cold voice. Turbulent flame power and vast star power gathered in his leg at the same time, making it glow with a scintillating light.

Feng Wuya’s heart jolted as an extremely potent sense of impending death swept toward him.

An Lin had already sprung into action. He was as fast as a shooting star, yet as insubstantial as wispy smoke. Feng Wuya was completely unable to follow where An Lin was, and when he finally determined An Lin’s location, his lower abdomen had already been struck by An Lin’s leg.

His inky-black skin, which was imbued with the power of the heaven and earth black lotus, caved in from the insane power behind that kick, and his organs began to shatter.

Pop, crack…

The sound of ribs being crushed erupted at the same time.

“Pfff…” Feng Wuya threw up a mouthful of blood as his body flew back for over ten kilometers.

An Lin activated his Kun Peng Travel technique, and his body instantly closed the distance of over ten kilometers as he unleashed a fist toward Feng Wuya’s back.

Feng Wuya wanted to twist his body in mid-air in order to evade An Lin’s punch.

At this moment, An Lin activated his Divine Inspection Technique, and his fist followed Feng Wuya’s body before crashing into his back. Feng Wuya’s body was already doubled over into the shape of a horseshoe from his last strike, and now, it arched back to form a horseshoe shape in the opposite direction amid the sound of his spinal cord being shattered.

“Pfff…” Feng Wuya’s blood churned, and he threw up another mouthful of blood.

His body hurtled forward from the force of the terrifying punch.

An Lin had appeared before him and kicked him into the sky in the blink of an eye.

In the next instant, An Lin appeared above him and struck a palm into his heart, causing him to plummet toward the ground.

And then, An Lin appeared below him…

Immortal King Feng Wuya experienced true despair for the first time.

He had thought that his Lotus Body had imbued him with the power of heaven and earth, making him invincible. However, he was being bashed around like a volleyball, throwing up one mouthful of blood after another without even being able to offer any resistance.

After using his Fire God Mode, An Lin was roughly at the same power level as Feng Wuya.

However, after throwing Emperor Ziwei’s Star Vein Divine Technique and his Origin Energy of the Netherworld into the equation, his power level had well and truly transcended beyond Feng Wuya’s.

He was using three buff techniques at the same time!

Not only was this extremely taxing to his energy reserves, but it would also inflict severe damage upon his body if he was to maintain this state for a long time… However, he had gained unimaginable power as a result; power that allowed him to use Feng Wuya as a defenseless punching bag!

An Lin didn’t want history to repeat again, so he unleashed his full power from the get-go this time!

On the Immortal Slaying Platform, An Lin’s body tore through space relentlessly, leaving countless afterimages in his wake.

Violent thumps erupted throughout heaven and earth, and the formation around the Immortal Slaying Platform tremored over a hundred times per second from the terrifying ensuing shockwaves. In other words, Feng Wuya was being struck at a rate in excess of a hundred blows per second!

All of the spectating cultivators outside the Immortal Slaying Platform were completely dumbstruck.

They felt as if they were in a dream, looking at something that was absurdly surreal.

The most powerful being on the Divine Source Continent was being pummeled relentlessly. No one could see exactly what was happening as the two of them were too fast for their eyes to follow, but they could hear Feng Wuya’s bloodcurdling cries!

“I… I thought the Immortal King’s victory had been sealed, but I didn’t expect the White-Robed Exalted Immortal to have this up his sleeve. Is this still the same man?!”

“Could it be that the White-Robed Exalted Immortal had also taken that step and reached the same cultivation base as the Immortal King? There’s no other plausible explanation!”

“You’re right! I refuse to believe that this is the power of a Return to Void Stage exalted immortal!”

Outside of the Immortal Slaying Platform, the six Kun Lun Divine Generals were initially brimming with confidence, but all of that had been completely wiped away. They looked on with stupefied expressions as the White-Robed Exalted Immortal bashed the Immortal King, unable to utter even a single word.

Yang Lingqian was also staring at the figure flashing through the Immortal Slaying Platform with excitement and entrancement glowing in her eyes. Even though she couldn’t see anything, her attention was still completely absorbed in the battle.

The entire Immortal Slaying Platform had been splattered with blood.

That was blood from Immortal King Feng Wuya’s body.

Bam!

An earth-shattering boom erupted.

Immortal King Feng Wuya’s head received a vicious blow from An Lin, and it almost exploded like a watermelon.

Boom!

The Immortal Slaying Platform swayed violently.

Feng Wuya’s body crashed heavily into the Immortal Slaying Platform. The Immortal Slaying Platform, which had remained completely unscathed throughout the course of its untraceable long history, began to crack open, thereby indicating just how terrifying An Lin’s last attack was.

“I’ve hit you over ten thousand times, but you’re still alive. Not taking into account other matters, your life force is pretty impressive.” An Lin stood in mid-air before drawing his Evil-Slaying Sword.

Seeing as he couldn’t pummel him to death, he would just have to use his sword.

Wind Sword!

An Lin flashed toward Feng Wuya at an extremely fast speed, aiming directly for Feng Wuya’s neck with the blade of his sword.

Feng Wuya had been pummeled into a mass of gruesome flesh and blood, and there was no way for him to evade An Lin’s sword strike in his current state.

An Lin’s sword strike was being unleashed with the enhancement of all three of his enhancement techniques, and it was crashing down with an unstoppable force!

A black lotus appeared on Feng Wuya’s neck.

Heaven and earth had determined that this sword strike was a lethal one.

The sword blade made contact with the black lotus, and a sharp screeching sound erupted. The might of the divine tool had been completely unleashed, and the boundless power behind the sword strike was already tearing a series of deep trenches into the ground below Feng Wuya!

Crack…

The black lotus shattered.

Feng Wuya’s eyes widened with incredulity.

The Evil-Slaying Sword shattered the black lotus and struck down at his neck. However, it was suddenly unable to progress any further when the blade was just 0.0001 millimeters away from his neck.

It was as if an impossibly thin barrier had kept the attack at bay.

An Lin’s pupils contracted as a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

He knew that Feng Wuya’s defensive power was not responsible for this. Instead, it was an extremely unique power.

This was a type of power that was familiar to him…