I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The Dark Poison Lord’s eyes were a bright shade of crimson as he stood in the air like a realm-crushing fiendcelestial after absorbing tens of thousands of Blood Tribe lives.

The poison mist engulfed the entire heaven and earth, and the entire Thousand Sword City was slowly melting away under the fearsome corrosive effect of the poison mist. This was a devastating destructive spell technique of truly epic proportions.

“Hmm? I didn’t think you would be able to survive in this poison mist…” The Dark Poison Lord’s eyes pierced through the poison mist, and a flash of astonishment appeared on his face as he caught sight of An Lin.

He extended a hand forward, and the poison mist surged as a purer stream of black mist swept toward An Lin.

An Lin didn’t even bother unleashing any defensive spell techniques in the face of this fearsome attack.

He knew that his body of the War God would be able to take this kind of attack with no problems whatsoever!

It was due to his battle with Emperor Ziwei that he was able to get a much better idea of what his maximum defensive capacity was. It was exactly because of this that he was able to determine that this attack was far too weak to break through his defenses!

Boom!

A monstrous stream of black mist swept toward him.

An Lin unleashed his divine sense to the maximum in order to determine the location of the presence that was manipulating the black mist.

Bam!

The fearsome stream of black mist made the air around it twist and warp.

His body tore through the air as he activated his Wind Spirit and Wind Sword Techniques to accelerate explosively toward the Dark Poison Lord.

A streak of white light slashed through the seemingly-omnipresent black mist before sweeping toward the Dark Poison Lord.

However, the Dark Poison Lord’s speed also explosively accelerated as he evaded An Lin’s sword strike before lashing out at An Lin with his saber-like claws.

Screech!

The sharp claws crashed into An Lin’s body, leaving a series of black streaks and a sharp screeching sound in its wake.

A huge gash was instantly torn into An Lin’s clothes, immediately following which an extremely fearsome power was transferred into his body, giving him an extremely sharp sense of acute pain. The Dark Poison Lord’s sharp claws flashed past An Lin like bolts of powerful black lightning, but they were still unable to leave so much as a scratch on his body.

An Lin’s body flew back through the air. At the same time, a divine light emanated from the part of his body that had been struck by the Dark Poison Lord’s claws, keeping the fearsome power behind the attack at bay.

The Dark Poison Lord was slightly taken aback upon seeing this, but he didn’t hesitate for long before he charged toward An Lin yet again.

“Within my Dark Poison Realm, both my speed and my power are enhanced to an extreme extent! You’re no match for me here!” The Dark Poison Lord’s claws slashed through the air like swords in a series of lethal trajectories. The ferocious poison mist was also incessantly attacking and corroding An Lin’s body.

An Lin unleashed his Endless Night Sword Technique to produce a series of monstrous sword projections that clashed with the Dark Poison Lord’s sharp claws before reducing the area within a radius of over a kilometer around them to rubble.

An Lin’s speed and strength were both inferior to Dark Poison Lord, and he was basically struck three times for each time he managed to strike the Dark Poison Lord.

As a Blood Tribe Return to Void Stage mighty figure, the Dark Poison Lord’s regenerative abilities were extremely powerful. The wounds inflicted upon his body by the Evil-Slaying Sword all healed almost instantaneously, even as the battle continued to progress.

“Hahaha… No one can defeat the Blood Tribe in a long and drawn-out battle!” The Dark Poison Lord began to chortle with glee as he gained the upper hand, and the spell techniques he unleashed were becoming more and more powerful.

Within Tina’s white circle of light, all the students stared out at the thick black mist around them with anxious expressions.

An Lin and the Dark Poison Lord had been completely obscured from their views by the black mist, but they could tell from the Dark Poison Lord’s triumphant laughter that An Lin was clearly on the back foot.

All the students were cheering on An Lin in their hearts, and some were even clasping their trembling hands together in prayer.

“Senior Tina, you should go and help him. Just get us out of the area encompassed by this poison mist first!” some students suggested with firm expressions.

Many other students immediately began to chime in in agreement.

They didn’t want to drag An Lin down, and now that An Lin had fallen into a difficult situation, they knew what decision they had to make.

Tina was slightly taken aback by these students’ words.

She turned to them, and she suddenly felt like all these students were good people, just like An Lin.

“I can’t do that. I’m afraid that you won’t be able to evade the poison mist if it expands further.” A sweet smile appeared on Tina’s face as she said, “Besides, my master is strong! He’s not going to be defeated so easily!”

An extremely resolute expression appeared on her face as she spoke, as if she was absolutely certain of An Lin’s victory.

Her expression of absolute faith caused some of the retarded superfans to hang their heads in shame.

In Tina’s heart, An Lin was always a reliable person who provided her with a strong sense of security.

Hence, as long as An Lin didn’t ask for help from her, she wouldn’t interfere with one of his battles. She was adamant that An Lin would be able to win!

A white sword projection tore through the boundless expanse of black mist before sweeping toward the Dark Poison Lord, as if it were some sort of divine weapon exorcizing all darkness from this world.

Endless Night, Dawn!

The Dark Poison Lord’s expression shifted drastically as he unleashed a spatial poison mist barrier before him, only for that to be instantly sliced in half by the monstrous sword projection before his own body was also cut into two!

Blood flew through the air, and everyone caught sight of the figure standing in mid-air like an arrogant War God as the white light emanating from his sword became the only color between heaven and earth.

Before him, the Dark Poison Lord’s body had already been sliced in half, and his blood rained down onto the ground below.

The boundless expanse of black mist had been parted by the sword strike and sunlight began to shine down upon the rubble that was once the Thousand Sword City, as if the battle had finally been settled.

“He won?” some of the students muttered in disbelief.

“As expected of God An! He really won!” Some of the female students began to whoop for joy.

However, before some of the students even had a chance to react, Tina shook her head with a grave expression. “Not yet. I can still detect his opponent’s presence…”

Everyone faltered slightly upon hearing this before turning their attention back on the battle to find that the two halves of the Dark Poison Lord’s body had once again fused together as one.

The Dark Poison Lord’s features were a bit pale, but a triumphant smirk appeared on his face. “You’ve lost. Your aura is significantly weaker than it was, so I presume you won’t be able to use that attack a second time.”

Thick, black mist enveloped his claws, and a vicious expression appeared on his face as he said, “However, I still have plenty of energy to spare! You need to expend power to maintain your defenses while I can keep chipping away at your defenses until your energy runs out! I will then seal away your consciousness and use my poison to torture you for the rest of eternity!”

An Lin panted heavily with a forlorn expression on his face. “Too weak.”

“No, you’re not weak. On the contrary, you’re very powerful! I have never seen a Soul Formation Stage cultivator as powerful as you. It’s just a pity that your opponent is me…” A rare expression of appreciation and approval appeared on the Dark Poison Lord’s face as he said, “If you kneel down and beg for your life, I can consider sparing your life and making you my slave.”

An Lin looked up at the Dark Poison Lord with a sympathetic expression. “I think you’re misunderstanding something. What I meant to say was, you’re too weak…”

The Dark Poison Lord: “…”

The veins on the Dark Poison Lord’s forehead began to pop as he abandoned all thoughts of making An Lin his slave. All he wanted to do now was to torture him for the rest of eternity by inflicting excruciating pain upon him to make him wish that he was dead!

“You think trash like you can make me your slave?” An Lin suddenly burst into laughter and said, “I have three slaves, and all of them are coincidentally the holy disciples of your Blood Tribe!”