"This is some real trouble now."
Looking at the Saintess before him, Lin Yun's expression grew progressively more solemn. Regardless of how he had viewed the situation before, he had known from the start that today's battle would not be so simple. But faced with the Saintess's heretical techniques, he truly didn't know how to proceed.
Meanwhile, Xun Zhesheng and Gan Botao had turned their attention elsewhere. In their minds, with the Saintess's power, there was simply no way for Lin Yun to win. A Saintess who grew stronger the more she fought was, for all intents and purposes, invincible.
"Your luck is not very good," the Saintess said, her voice dripping with confidence despite her injuries. "If it were anyone else, you might have had the right to resist. But against me, your death is certain."
Though she was covered in wounds, the terrifying aura emanating from her body had only grown stronger.
Lin Yun held his sword casket in one hand and took a deep breath.
[Name]: Luo Yunshang
[Realm]: Myriad Law Realm - Stage 6
[Destiny Template]: Asura Physique (Gold)
[Attributes]: Masochist (Purple), Super Yandere (Blue)
[Asura Physique]: An extremely unique physique in the history of human cultivators. Born with Ghost Eyes, the body's sensitivity to pain is extremely low, it possesses rapid healing abilities, and has a unique aptitude for understanding techniques from the Netherworld.
[Masochist]: Your near-insane desire for masochism often drives you into a frenzy. Pain does not make you afraid; on the contrary, it stimulates your desire for pleasure.
[Super Yandere]: Possesses a warped and twisted love, along with an extremely strong possessiveness.
[Fate]: Suffers a cultivation deviation from practicing the Secret Nether-Pattern Tome and ultimately perishes after being tainted by the Mystic Netherworld Aberrant Flame.
[Recent Turning Point]: In order to stop enemies from invading her territory, she personally takes action and intends to use this opportunity to break through to the next realm.
Lin Yun had been worried. This Saintess was not going to be easy to deal with. But when he glanced at her panel again, he immediately discovered her fatal flaw.
As he suspected, the Saintess's power was no simple matter. But at the same time, she also had a deadly weakness. And the Mystic Netherworld Aberrant Flame was something Lin Yun could summon at will.
The reason Gan Botao and Xun Zhesheng were so confident was because they knew their Saintess was invincible. No matter how strong the opponent, her power would continue to rise during battle until she defeated them. There was a time when even the Sect Master of the Crimson Ghost Sect had to be wary of her power.
Although Luo Yunshang was the Saintess of the Crimson Ghost Sect, she did not actually cultivate their techniques. It was for this very reason that she had never taken any opponent seriously. In this world of cultivation, she was practically an invincible existence.
Of course, after cultivating this technique, Luo Yunshang also understood her own fatal weakness: the Mystic Netherworld Aberrant Flame. But the last known master of the Aberrant Flame had lived an unknown number of eons ago, and the flame itself had not appeared in the cultivation world for a very, very long time. So, in Luo Yunshang's mind, as long as her strength continued to increase, she would soon be truly invincible.
Lin Yun fanned his hand dismissively and said with a smile, "As expected of the Saintess of the Crimson Ghost Sect. You certainly talk big. You don't really think you can kill me just because you cultivate some heretical technique, do you? You should know that we sword cultivators specialize in dealing with heretical paths like yours."
With a trump card in his hand, Lin Yun's confidence was now overflowing. Luo Yunshang was the core of the Myriad Ghost Formation. As long as he defeated her, their forces would collapse.
"A load of nonsense," she spat. "I'd like to see what methods you have to deal with me!"
Although Luo Yunshang still looked battered, her strength had already risen to a new level. After speaking, she charged forward once more. Behind her, masses of black, baleful qi condensed, forming four extra arms. And the treasures in her hands were too numerous to count.
Looking at the treasures she wielded, even Lin Yun couldn't help but sigh. If she grew two more heads, she'd be a female Nezha.
"Tsk tsk, no wonder you can fight me head-on. To think you have so many treasures."
In the entire cultivation world, a cultivator who possessed even one Dharma-tier artifact was exceedingly rare. Yet the woman before him was simultaneously controlling seven of them. Anyone who saw such a scene would think Lin Yun's defeat was certain. It seemed there was no need to even continue the fight. A single glance was enough to see the final result.
Gan Botao watched from a distance, quite satisfied. He turned to Xun Zhesheng beside him. "With the Saintess taking action personally, the outcome of this battle is no longer in doubt. Our most pressing task now is to set up the Myriad Ghost Formation more quickly."
As long as the formation was complete, it wouldn't matter even if Prince Zuo Cheng brought more troops. They would be useless. Besides, they hadn't seen many powerful cultivators in the vicinity of Wangjing.
Just as the two of them thought Luo Yunshang could easily suppress Lin Yun with her artifacts, they were shocked to find that Lin Yun's own combat power was far more terrifying than they had imagined. More importantly, compared to Luo Yunshang, his control over his own power was in no way inferior.
Luo Yunshang herself had been supremely confident in her own strength. She thought that dealing with one Lin Yun would be a trivial matter. She was brimming with confidence. Without the Mystic Netherworld Aberrant Flame, she had no need to fear any opponent, unless her enemy could completely crush her in terms of cultivation realm and annihilate her in a direct confrontation. Otherwise, with her bizarre techniques, few people in this world were her match.
Seeing her smug and triumphant expression, Lin Yun said nothing more. He placed one hand lightly on the White Tiger sword casket. A continuous stream of Yuan Qi began to pour into it like a raging river. With a series of rising sword hums, three blades instantly flew out from the casket. In the air, these three swords split with lightning speed.
In a single instant, a dense swarm of flying swords materialized behind Lin Yun.
Seeing this, Luo Yunshang just sneered. "You think you can kill me just by creating a few illusions?"
She flashed, appearing right in front of Lin Yun, and threw a punch.
Lin Yun hastily blocked with his swords.
CLANG!
The power of that one punch was terrifying. Lin Yun had condensed a dozen swords to defend, but they were shattered in an instant. In Luo Yunshang's hand was a Demon-Subduing Pestle. After breaking through his defense, she didn't stop, but immediately struck again.
BOOM—
The pestle lit up with a dark light. Black lightning, like ink sinking into clear water, spread towards Lin Yun in the blink of an eye.
The Chongqing Bird's warning sounded in his mind: "That artifact was once of extraordinary origin! It's a pity it has been refined into a demonic item by this fiend!"