Chapter 3911 — T022 Double Eleven Special Chapter 9: The Mortal Realm

At the word of command, both sides, long since coiled and waiting, crashed together in a frenzy of slaughter.

In an instant the winds rose and the clouds surged, and heaven and earth changed color.

More than twenty Heaven-Tier Great Perfection experts on both sides threw themselves into the fight with all their strength—a spectacle so magnificent and appalling that in this mortal realm it could only be called unprecedented, unheard of, all the more so in this post-Cloud-Tier Island era when true masters were so scarce. This day's epoch-making battle had been destined from the first to shake the world.

As time crept on, though Qiu Lingshan and the others fought with all their might, though several patriarchs of the Blood Garment Yellow Springs Sect lent their full strength, the flaw of insufficient real combat experience was once again laid bare.

Wu Chengtian, Yu Bing, and the rest fell wounded one after another, and the scales of victory began to tilt steadily toward He Dantou's side.

This much both sides had foreseen; indeed, when they made the decision to fight with their backs to the river, Qiu Lingshan and her companions had already resolved to face death.

Yet even if they must die, they would drag a few down with them first!

When a person is willing to stake everything in a desperate fight, their latent potential is bound to be dredged up without limit—especially when that person is a Heaven-Tier Great Perfection expert.

Watching Wu Chengtian and the others take wound after wound, He Dantou's people were still gloating—until they realized something was off, for these people had suddenly switched to a reckless, death-defying way of fighting!

My God! Are these bastards out of their minds? No grudge from before, no feud of late—is it really worth throwing your lives away like idiots for a single order from Wei Zhao? Have they all been brainwashed or what!

He Dantou could not help but want to curse aloud. True, they held the advantage now, and barring accidents a great victory was certain in the end; but with Wu Chengtian and the others fighting so desperately, even if they laughed last, they would have to pay a grievous price.

And that price might well be He Dantou himself, dragged down to perish together with them.

"Tch, you think desperation can win you the day? What a laughable fantasy—enough to make one's teeth fall out laughing!" He Dantou sneered. And if it came to fighting desperately without fear of death, who could outdo the biochemical experts he had brought along?

At a slight signal from his eyes, the biochemical experts understood at once. Two of them took grievous wounds to blunt the mutual-destruction killing blows of Wu Chengtian and Yu Bing, while He Dantou and the rest, prowling the edges, waited for the chance to strike a fatal blow!

But just then, He Dantou's eyelid twitched, and his heart lurched.

A person—an utterly ordinary old man, with no ripple of true qi about him, no aura of a master, an old man plain as plain could be—suddenly, without the slightest warning, appeared at the very center of the battlefield.

"It's been so long since I traded blows with anyone that these old bones are about to rust," the old man said with a faint, self-mocking smile.

With that, he aimed a simple punch at the empty air beside him—seemingly at no target at all, as though merely stretching his limbs in the void.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three thunderous reports rang out in quick succession. He Dantou's eyes bulged round, his jaw dropped so far it nearly unhinged, and his mind went blank; for a long while he could not collect himself.

With that single motion of the old man's, the three biochemical experts he had brought had all been punched through the chest, reduced to three lifeless corpses!

"Not bad. Seems I haven't much regressed," the old man said, nodding calmly as he surveyed the wretched deaths of the three biochemical experts.

The battlefield, which had looked like the end of the world, fell silent without warning at the old man's appearance. Everyone stopped fighting of their own accord, watching him with both reverence and dread.

To wipe out three Heaven-Tier Great Perfection biochemical experts with a casual move—what kind of power was that? Good heavens, this old man couldn't be a top-tier master come down from Cloud-Tier Island, could he?

Suddenly the Blood Garment Patriarch and the others threw themselves to their knees before all present, faces alight with excitement, and knocked their heads to the ground as one, crying: "Blood Garment, Yellow Springs, and Yinsen pay our respects to the Master!"

At these words the crowd exchanged stunned glances, astonishment written plainly on every face. This old man was the master of these patriarchs of the Blood Garment Yellow Springs Sect?

And before He Dantou and his people could recover from the shock, several leading experts of the Black Horse Society had already hurriedly prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling with every breath as though treading on thin ice: "M-Master Lin, spare our lives!"

Master Lin? Who in the world was that? Could he be some elder of Wei Zhao's?

He Dantou and the others grew only more baffled, and the looks they cast at the Black Horse Society men were utterly dumbfounded. These people were on their side! What the hell did it mean for them all to kneel to this old man together?

Seeing that He Dantou seemed about to explode once he grasped the situation, the kneeling leader of the Black Horse Society hastily shot him and his companions a furtive look and mouthed three words: Lin Dongfang.

Oh, heavens! Once they understood the man's meaning, He Dantou and the others felt their minds go utterly blank. This old bastard was actually one of the famed Vajra Twins of old—Lin Dongfang?!

Everyone present was a veteran expert of deep standing, and who did not know the dread name the Vajra Twins had earned in their day? Even if one had never seen them with one's own eyes, one had at least heard of them.

Those two were veritable gods in the cultivation world—who the hell would dare cross them?

Even a man as bold as He Dantou was struck dumb on the spot at the name Lin Dongfang; his legs turned to jelly and he nearly wet himself.

"Heh, so a few of you still recognize me. How rare. But since you dared lay hands on my nephew's people, you should be ready to pay the price," Lin Dongfang said with a faint smile.

It was under his fist that Qian Boguang, the Black Horse Society's chairman, had died back then; no wonder these experts of the Black Horse Society could recognize him.

My God, it's really true! He Dantou and the others felt their scalps prickle again. A moment ago they could still hope the Black Horse Society men had misjudged and mistaken him, but now Lin Dongfang had admitted it himself!

And more crucially, the implication in Lin Dongfang's words—this Wei Zhao was actually his nephew? That news was a thunderbolt from a clear sky!

To think they had been opposing Lin Dongfang's own nephew—such a death-defying business sent chills through them at the mere thought of it!

Hearing Lin Dongfang's words, He Dantou and the others, who had been swaggering so proudly a moment before, could not muster the slightest thought of resistance.

A man's name is the shadow of a tree; the fearsome reputation of the Vajra Twins had been piled up from the lives of countless experts. An expert of Lin Dongfang's caliber could not be measured by ordinary reason.

Show him the least disregard, and they might well follow the three Heaven-Tier Great Perfection experts into death. For all that they were high and mighty lords in their own domains, if Lin Dongfang wished to kill them, it would be no different from wringing a chicken's neck.

As Lin Dongfang's mild gaze swept over them, He Dantou suddenly bellowed: "Run!"