YM778.TV Chapter 26 - Soul Cult Cultivator! Yan's Panic!
Chapter 26 - Soul Cult Cultivator! Yan\'s Panic!
Feeling the sudden surge of Lin Yan’s aura, the fair-faced young man’s face turned solemn. He also slashed out with a sword.
Bang!
True qi surged out.
The fair-faced young man retreated more than ten steps, a trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.
“You brat, just you wait!”
Seeing that he was no match for Lin Yan, the fair-faced young man wanted to escape. However, Lin Yan, holding the giant sword, was not slow at all. Like a ghost, he appeared directly in front of the young man.
He made another slash.
Bang!
The fair-faced young man blocked with his sword horizontally; however, he was still sent flying by the powerful slash, blood spraying out. He barely stood up, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes.
“Kid, I am a true disciple of the Blood Blade Sect! Let me tell you the truth, my father is a Soul Transformation cultivator, the elder of the Blood Blade Sect! Do you dare to kill me? Even if you’re the Xuantian Sect’s Holy Son, you won’t be able to protect yourself!”
Feeling the killing intent coming from Lin Yan, the fair-faced young man finally panicked.
“Even if your father is the King of Heaven, you will die today!”
Lin Yan’s face was ferocious.
“Junior Brother Lin Yan, don’t!” Shen Xueyan, who was beside him, hurriedly spoke out, wanting to stop Lin Yan. Because although the Blood Blade Sect was not as powerful as the Xuantian Sect, it was still a top force.
The offspring of a Soul Transformation cultivator was different from a simple true disciple.
If he was killed, it would inevitably lead to conflicts between the two sects.
However, Lin Yan didn’t care about any of this. First, he was injured, then insulted. Only by killing this bastard could he vent his anger. He had been holding back his anger for too long. Now, he had to let it out!
Clang!
Lin Yan slashed down.
Blood gushed out.
The fair-faced young man stared with wide eyes, covering his neck, disbelief written all over his face.
“You, how dare you!”
Blood kept flowing from the fair-faced young man’s mouth, and he had no more vitality.
“Junior Brother Lin Yan, you’ve caused a big disaster!” Shen Xueyan scolded him.
The death and serious injury of the offspring of a Soul Transformation cultivator were completely different matters. The elder of the Blood Blade Sect was as influential as the sect master of the Blood Blade Sect. If his offspring were killed, wouldn’t there be retaliation?
“Senior Sister Xueyan, he was just a wastrel, killing him is nothing! Here, your Red Flame Grass!”
Lin Yan sheathed his giant sword on his back and handed the Red Flame Grass to Shen Xueyan in as cool a gesture as possible.
However, Shen Xueyan’s face showed no joy. Because more than ten cultivators dressed like the fair-faced young man entered the Treasure Pavilion.
All of these people were from the Blood Blade Sect.
The one leading had a majestic aura about him.
“Senior Apprentice Brother Zhang, who is it, who killed my Senior Apprentice Brother Zhang?”
“Holy Son, it’s him!”
Someone from the crowd also from the Blood Blade Sect pointed at Lin Yan and began to tell the Blood Blade Sect Holy Son what had happened.
“It’s the Blood Blade Sect Holy Son!”
“This time, that Lin Yan is in for big trouble! The Blood Blade Sect’s Holy Son has arrived! Even if his stepfather is the Xuantian Sect’s Holy Son, I’m afraid he won’t be able to protect him!”
“The death of a Soul Transformation realm cultivator’s offspring, a true disciple, is not something that can simply be shrugged off! Moreover, the Blood Blade Sect’s Holy Son has been cultivating for over two hundred years. It is said that he has reached the Seventh stage of the Golden Core realm. He should not fear the Xuantian Sect’s Holy Son!”
The Blood Blade Sect’s Holy Son looked at Lin Yan, his face darkening.
“You have a lot of nerve. My Senior Brother only injured you, but you took his life! Even if your stepfather is the Xuantian Sect’s Holy Son, today, I will make you pay with your life!”
The aura of the Blood Blade Sect Holy Son erupted.
Everyone in the Treasure Pavilion felt a chill down their spines.
Shen Xueyan quickly sent a message to the Xuantian Sect disciples who had just watched.
“Hurry to the City Lord’s Mansion and report to the Holy Son!”
…
Lin Yan stood in place, not at all flustered, with no panic on his face.
On the contrary, his eyes were filled with killing intent.
“If you want revenge, I don’t mind sending you all off together. It’ll be good company on your journey!” Lin Yan said coldly.
Anyway, he had his master, and he could erupt with the power of the Soul Transformation realm at any time. Let alone, the Holy Son, even if the Sect Master came himself, he wouldn’t be able to hold him back.
It just so happened that he could also show off his strength in front of Senior Sister Xueyan. After today, Senior Sister Xueyan might look at him in a different light. By then, he could win her over.
Hehe.
Lin Yan thought to himself with great satisfaction.
However, he did not notice.
Among the group of people from the Blood Blade Sect, there was a middle-aged man with a dry and gloomy face. His eagle-like eyes looked him up and down.
“What a peculiar kid, he actually has another kind of soul aura on him! This aura should be a soul body! Hehe, I didn’t expect to encounter such a good thing here! The taste of a soul, for us Soul Cult Cultivators, is a great meal!”
In Lin Yan’s ring space, Empress Yan’s eyebrows suddenly furrowed.
“The aura of the Soul Cult Cultivator!? Darn it, the influence of the Soul Cult forces has already infiltrated the Northern Spirit Realm!”
“No, I can’t let them discover me!”
Yan quickly said to Lin Yan, who was still busy posturing: “Yan’er, quickly leave this place!”
“Master, why?” Lin Yan was puzzled.
“Don’t ask so many questions! I need to gather all my soul power. I can’t help you for now!”
“What?” Lin Yan was shocked.
Master wanted to gather all her soul power and couldn’t help him for now? How could this be! Without his master’s power, how could he deal with the Blood Blade Sect’s Holy Son?