I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The shattering of the immortal sword made everyone falter for an instant.

All immortal tools were constructed from extremely resolute materials that even Dao Integration Stage super mighty figures would find it difficult to shatter. As such, it was simply astonishing that one would shatter in An Lin’s hands despite the fact that it looked as if he had done nothing to it.

Everyone then turned their astonished eyes toward An Lin.

Even though it looked like he hadn’t done anything, An Lin was the only possible culprit responsible for this.

All of a sudden, ferocious winds howled for over three thousand kilometers!

Ninety-nine tornados connecting heaven and earth appeared around An Lin. All of them roared like massive dragons, twisting their bodies and pulverizing everything in this world.

The Infernal Rakshasa did not intend to give An Lin the time to unleash his spell technique. He immediately pounced toward An Lin before crushing the tornados around him with his massive weapons.

“Roar! Die die die!” The Infernal Rakshasa steamrolled over the tornados and crashed toward An Lin.

An Lin wore an agonized expression on his face from the backlash of the spell technique.

This was not an actual backlash, but it certainly felt like one! The pain of sacrificing an immortal tool inflicted so much pain on his heart that he wanted to faint!

This was millions of spirit stones!!!

The Divine Wind Immortal Sword shattered into some translucent white powder, which danced around An Lin before transforming into a stream of wind.

The essence of the immortal tool had been completely released, unleashing countless years of accumulated wind power!

“Look out!” Xu Xiaolan let loose a cry of surprise.

The Infernal Rakshasa had already bulldozed through the tornados, and his massive saber was crashing down upon An Lin with the power to slice apart heaven and earth!

Bam!!!

Just as the saber was about to strike An Lin, a black lotus flower blossomed in mid-air, keeping this earth-shattering attack at bay.

Feng Wuya had refined this immortal tool for three thousand years with his power of the divine dao, and that power had finally erupted at this moment in the form of a heaven and earth black lotus, which enshrouded and protected An Lin!

“Rise of the wind.” An Lin raised a hand to the air, upon which a pristine, white sword of wind materialized in his hand. It stretched for over a hundred and fifty kilometers in length, exuding the paramount heavenly wind power.

“Fall of the clouds!”

An Lin slashed his sword of wind down upon the massive Infernal Rakshasa.

The sword of wind fell with the power to part heaven and earth.

The Infernal Rakshasa’s battle instincts remained, and he immediately reacted to the terrifying power hurtling toward him as a devastating divine light erupted from his weapons, which he swung toward An Lin’s sword of wind in a frenzy.

However, the sword of wind appeared to be an indestructible weapon that refused to shatter no matter how many times it was struck.

“Roar!” the Infernal Rakshasa let loose a roar of despair.

The sword of wind crashed down upon his head, slicing through his tough skin and his skull, which were more resolute than dark metal… It continued in a downward direction with an unstoppable force before slicing apart his entire massive body!

The Infernal Rakshasa let loose a bloodcurdling cry as the two halves of his body crashed to the ground and blood gushed like a river.

However, the life force of the Blood Tribe really was no joke. The two halves of his body were beginning to squirm and show signs of regeneration again.

However, the sword of wind was not going to rest. It transformed into countless fearsome blades of wind, which continued to ravage the Infernal Rakshasa’s body!

Every Blood Tribe cultivator within the Immortal Spirit Paradise was astonished.

An Lin was able to insta-kill Emperor Yi Deng even in his frenzied state?

An Lin’s last technique was unfathomably powerful to them. This was not a sword technique that belonged to this world. How could there be a sword technique that was unleashed with an immortal sword as a sacrifice?

“Cutting down the Infernal Rakshasa with a single sword strike. Is this the true power of this so-called Holy Leader?”

“An Lin was also able to save the three Holy Disciples from the Blood Tribe holy land. Doesn’t that mean even Emperor An Mang was unable to stop him?”

“This is unbelievable! To think that An Lin was able to enter the most core region of our Blood Tribe and still stir up so much trouble here…”

The Blood Tribe powerful beings were already completely devoid of any fighting spirit.

They felt as if An Lin were an invincible War God, standing proudly above the heavens, exuding a peerless aura of invincibility.

“Holy Leader!” The Holy Worshippers looked up at the man in the sky with fervent eyes.

An Lin looked down at the struggling Infernal Rakshasa on the ground below and his brows furrowed slightly.

He discovered that the Infernal Rakshasa’s life force was still extremely powerful…

“Is he that hard to kill?” An Lin heaved a forlorn sigh before turning to the Blood Tribe mighty figures within the Immortal Spirit Paradise. “All Holy Worshippers, heed my call and come back with me to the Four Nine Immortal Sect!”

“Yes, Holy Leader!” All of the Holy Worshippers were ecstatic to hear this.

They knew what An Lin’s words entailed. Their Holy Leader had officially accepted them and was welcoming them into the Holy Blood Cult!

An Lin was not a man who would easily accept allies. He had also taken this opportunity to assess just how loyal the Holy Worshippers were to him. The end result was quite apparent. All of them were more than willing to lay down their lives for him and stood up without hesitation even in the face of an insurmountable Dao Integration Stage emperor.

This was a clear indication of their loyalty.

An Lin quickly made his way over to Xu Xiaolan.

“Xiaolan, are you alright?” An Lin’s eyes were filled with pain and rage as he looked at the bloodstained Xiaolan.

“I’m fine. Let’s hurry up and get out of here.” Xu Xiaolan held onto An Lin’s hand with one of her own.

An Lin nodded. “My last attack was not powerful enough to kill Emperor Yi Deng. After the power of the Sword Burial disappears, he’s most likely going to be able to regenerate and be able to fight again!”

“Giant An Lin, let’s hurry to the battleship before that happens!” Tina suggested.

An Lin nodded upon hearing this.

Tina clapped her hands together. A white spatial divine light proliferated forth, instantly teleporting everyone onto the shattered deck of the Starfire Battleship.

Cassidy and the others immediately hurried over with grateful expressions at the sight of the wounded Xu Xiaolan. “Holy Maiden Xiaolan, we are extremely touched that you would come here to save us.”

“It’s all our fault that you were injured!”

Cassidy and the others were extremely moved, but they were also racked by guilt.

“Alright, there’s no need to be so polite,” Xu Xiaolan said with a dainty smile.

She was here for An Lin anyway, not them! Sluts like Cassidy were always seducing An Lin, so if she had a choice, she wouldn’t even save them!

“Is that everyone? I’m gonna start running now!” Liu Qianhuan’s elated voice sounded.

She was ecstatic to finally be able to leave the insane Yi Deng behind.

Bai Ling, Xu Xiaolan, Xiao Ze, Tina, Cassidy, Merlin, Tobias, and the ten remaining Return to Void Stage Holy Worshippers had all gathered on the deck of the battleship.

An Lin smiled. “Let’s go home!”