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Mo Lin's tone was cold, showing no respect for the ancestor of the Su family. The ancestor's nose twisted in anger; indeed, the Su family was not as powerful as the Xiaoyao Sect. But what was Mo Lin? Just a mere elder.
As he prepared to utter a few more harsh words, several experts arrived, including Elder Lin Shangu and City Lord Zhao Shi. They had heard that an immortal artifact had appeared here and rushed over, eager to obtain it.
"There are so many of us. If we start fighting and let Su Cheng escape, it would be a huge loss. I suggest we find Su Cheng first. What does everyone think?" Zhao Shi spoke up.
"Since the City Lord has said so, I agree," Mo Lin nodded.
In the crowd, Su Cheng watched this scene with unwillingness, his hands clenched into fists as he felt an overwhelming sense of frustration. This group of people would use any means necessary to seize his treasure. Now that they were not fighting, his hopes of escaping amidst the chaos had completely vanished. However, he still held onto a glimmer of hope. His human skin mask was not so easily discovered.
Just as Su Cheng searched for an escape route, Chen Anlin walked toward him step by step. Suddenly, Mo Lin's pupils constricted in shock.
"Chen Anlin, you are actually here!" Mo Lin exclaimed.
He was taken aback; over these days, countless people had tried to hunt down Chen Anlin, yet he seemed to have vanished without a trace. They even suspected that Chen Anlin might have fled the imperial capital. However, these powerful factions were not worried about whether the Empress would trouble them.
The reason was simple: the influence of the Great Zhou Dynasty was not as formidable as they had imagined. Perhaps individually they were no match for these forces, but what if they united? Based on this reasoning, they felt fearless; at most, they could claim that it was normal to fight over treasures within those ruins.
Even if the Empress was strong-willed, she wouldn't dare to take action against them; otherwise, wouldn't she risk driving them all to rebellion?
The ancestors of the Su family and Zhao Shi's group were momentarily taken aback. They never expected Chen Anlin to suddenly appear.
If anyone was truly bewildered, it had to be Fan Lingxue. He couldn't believe that the invincible Chen Anlin was right before him!
Fan Lingxue was astonished, realizing that he had saved the Empress's life.
Chen Anlin stepped forward calmly, his expression unchanged. His cultivation had not only recovered but had also improved to a higher level. With the help of the White Jade Fairy, he had absorbed the effects of the immortal pill.
Although that pill couldn't enhance his martial arts cultivation, it could boost his spiritual energy. According to the White Jade Fairy, his spiritual energy had already reached the ninth level of Qi Refinement. Therefore, his cultivation had surpassed that of a second-tier warrior. Even if he encountered a first-tier warrior, he could hold his own.
The key point was that he hadn't fully absorbed the effects of the immortal pill yet. The White Jade Fairy explained that since he didn't possess a true immortal seed, he couldn't completely absorb the pill's power. Once he did absorb it, his cultivation would experience a direct boost.
In other words, while he could currently exhibit the strength of a ninth-level Qi Refinement practitioner, once his spiritual energy was depleted, he would revert to his previous state. However, this was more than enough for Chen Anlin.
"Hahaha, Chen Anlin, you dare to show yourself? You really don't know when to quit," Mo Lin said with a glint in his eyes.
Chen Anlin glanced at him nonchalantly and replied, "Who will die at whose hands is still uncertain."
"Hmph, truly reckless," Zhao Shi sneered, narrowing his eyes. His daughter Zhao Lin had died at Chen Anlin's hands.
The grudge of killing a woman cannot be shared under the same sky.
The crowd began to disperse, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire. Seizing the opportunity, Su Cheng hurriedly moved to the side. He felt an overwhelming excitement; so this guy was Chen Anlin! What a fool, stepping out to take the bullet for him—he couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. However, Chen Anlin, I won’t be thanking you!
Boom!
At that moment, Zhao Shi took the lead and struck a palm toward Chen Anlin. Zhao Shi was a peak third-grade cultivator, and with Mo Lin's support, this was a lethal attack. Just when everyone thought Chen Anlin was about to face disaster, he remained remarkably calm.
You think you have me cornered?
Chen Anlin smiled slightly and, with a sudden burst of energy, unleashed an invisible force that slammed into Zhao Shi. Zhao Shi let out a muffled groan, feeling as if a massive mountain was crashing into him.
How is this possible?
Zhao Shi's eyes widened in disbelief; Chen Anlin's strength had increased significantly. Mo Lin was equally astonished; by the time he processed what was happening, Chen Anlin had already placed Zhao Shi underfoot.
Raising his head, a flash of yellow lightning surged toward Mo Lin.
Clang!
Mo Lin instinctively raised his sword, but it felt as if it were made of paper—it shattered effortlessly. The yellow lightning continued unabated, piercing through his chest and violently swirling around inside him.
When the yellow lightning returned to Chen Anlin's hand, Mo Lin looked down in horror to see his intestines spilling out from his abdomen.
The entire venue fell silent! Not a sound could be heard!
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