NOVPUBChapter 1119: Chapter 935 A Bunch of Good-for-Nothings! Chapter 1119: Chapter 935 A Bunch of Good-for-Nothings! “What?”
“How is that possible?”
“A lower-level Saint King Spirit, actually blew up so many Saint King Ghost Practitioners in one move, and in the Netherworld…”
Seeing this scene, many distant Ghost Practitioner powerhouses were all shocked.
Even Emperor Proud and Emperor Wu, who were in a great rush, stopped in their tracks. Was the strength of this lower-level Saint King Spirit really so terrifying? To explode the bodies of so many Saint King Level Ghost Practitioners in one move, although most of them were lower-level Saint Kings and none were ordinary middle-level Saint Kings, wasn’t this too exaggerated? Even they, as Invincible Saint Kings of the Netherworld, dared not claim they could achieve this feat!
“How can this spirit boy be so strong?”
Below, the Tri-Eyed Emperor was also inwardly shaken by this sight.
Although he had considered this spirit boy’s strength to be extraordinary, he had not anticipated it to be so formidable—excessively so. It was very possible that the boy was even stronger than him!
If the ones who had made the move just now were not those ordinary Saint King Ghost Practitioners but rather Emperor Wu, Emperor Proud, and other top Ghost Practitioner powerhouses like him, they would likely suffer greatly if caught off guard!
At that moment, on another side, Lin Yun made his move again. He stood tall, took a step forward, and in a flash, he was in front of many Ghost Practitioner powerhouses. He swung his sword downward again.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Many of the Ghost Practitioner powerhouses’ bodies had already collapsed, and those who had not yet had the chance to unleash another powerful assault were immediately struck by Lin Yun’s sword, causing one after another to explode. As for those Ghost Practitioners whose bodies had already burst apart, their soul fragments shattered into powder, instantly aggravating their injuries.
“Buzz! Buzz!” 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
The Blood Prison Sword emitted a dazzling light, immediately absorbing a vast amount of energy from the injured Ghost Practitioners. The aura of the Blood Prison Sword rapidly grew stronger, and a large amount of pure energy entered Lin Yun’s body, making his strength and the aura surrounding him grow stronger quickly.
“This spirit is so strong!”
“Retreat quickly!”
Further back, some Ghost Practitioner powerhouses who had not been attacked were thoroughly horrified by this scene. They yelled in panic and retreated swiftly.
This spirit boy, he had actually initiated the attack!
From this, it was also clear just how confident this spirit boy was in his own strength!
Even Emperor Proud and Emperor Wu were taken aback by what they saw, halting their rapid advance. They hesitated whether to continue forward or retreat. The boy’s strength was formidable, and even they lacked the confidence to prevail against him, yet he had breached three layers of the New Layered Heaven in the Netherworld, initiating another grand era for the realm and reaping immense benefits.
If they could slay him, a vast fortune of opportunities would transfer to them.
Such great fortune—were they really prepared to let it go?
However, before they could come up with an answer, Lin Yun had already taken another step, flashing to a group of middle-level and upper-level Saint King Ghost Practitioners, striking with his sword again.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Immediately, the bodies of those middle-level Saint King Ghost Practitioners burst apart, while the upper-level Saint King Ghost Practitioners’ bodies trembled violently and were on the verge of collapsing. It was evident that if Lin Yun were to swing another sword, these upper-level Saint King Ghost Practitioners’ bodies would not withstand it.
Having broken through to the realm of a lower-level Saint King, Lin Yun’s strength had become terrifying.
He judged that his power could almost compare to that of the Blood Emperor in his previous life, and he couldn’t help feeling a surge of pride. Having achieved such strength in just a few decades since his reincarnation, he was highly satisfied.
In fact, reaching this strength so quickly was also due to many fortuitous encounters; otherwise, if any one link in the chain were different, he might have spent tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of years, and yet still not have reached this level.
As the saying goes, a single misstep leads to a cascade of errors. Had he really spent millions of years or even longer, even if he attained his current strength, the significance would have been quite different.
Not to mention anything else, just in the matter of breaking through the New Layered Heavens of the Netherworld, he would have to expend many times the effort to possibly break through again. Unlike now, his age and realm were significant advantages; even though he had already broken through three layers of the New Layered Heaven in the Netherworld, it would not take him long to have the confidence to continue breaking through.
With these thoughts, Lin Yun did not bother with the rapidly retreating middle-level and upper-level Saint King Ghost Practitioners. With another stride, he approached another group of Ghost Practitioner powerhouses.
“Run! Run fast!”
“Help! Tri-Eyed Emperor! Emperor Wu! Emperor Proud… Help!”
Upon seeing this, the Ghost Practitioners who Lin Yun had approached were scared out of their wits. They turned to run, howling in terror as they fled, throwing down their various treasures, Talisman Runes, and so on, hoping to block Lin Yun for a moment.
It was indeed like discarding armor and shedding arms.
Seeing this, Lin Yun shook his head slightly. Whether Saint King Level or ordinary Cultivators, their behavior when facing life and death was the same; very few Cultivators were not afraid of death.
Without chasing further, Lin Yun slightly raised his head and looked around at the Ghost Practitioner powerhouses present with a dismissive gaze, saying indifferently, “So you are the current upper echelon of the Netherworld? It’s unexpected that, after hundreds of millions of years have passed in the Spirit World, and even more time in the Netherworld, you’ve only managed to cultivate to this level. What a bunch of wastes!”
