Chapter 2371 - 2372: Backlash

Chapter 2371: Chapter 2372: Backlash

His hands, alert to danger, reached forward, abruptly clasping together in an attempt to catch the swiftly shooting Longsword in his palm!

Though his reaction wasn’t slow, Lin Chen’s attack was even faster. Before the man’s hands could close, the Longsword had already pierced through his chest!

With a muffled sound, a gaping hole was torn open in the man’s chest. His eyes flickered in disbelief as he glanced down, witnessing the gush of crimson spilling from the wound!

And the Longsword didn’t stop there; it shot out from the man’s chest, flying dozens of meters away before crashing to the ground.

"You..."

The man looked at Lin Chen, utterly shocked, with unmistakable fear in his eyes. He understood the strangeness about Lin Chen but hadn’t anticipated such power.

The man now lacked the time for astonishment.

Clutching his chest, unwilling to yield, he staggered backward, giving Lin Chen a final, deep glance before passing away.

Not only this man, but even those far away, including Zheng He, were left agape in amazement.

He had sensed Lin Chen’s peculiarity earlier but hadn’t expected to underestimate him.

With this strike, Lin Chen killed the seemingly invincible man! The peculiarity of his attack was evident, something even Zheng He couldn’t achieve!

"Things are amiss! We must go now!"

One of the men shouted. Seeing the strange sight before them, the scattered men dared not linger, knowing their lives were of utmost importance!

The cultivation journey is arduous; no one wants to die under such circumstances.

"Elder Lu! The true form is nearly restored! We must leave this place!"

An angry shout echoed from below, drifting upward to where Lu Kang was entangled with Liu Qinghan. Hearing the voice, Lu Kang couldn’t help but lower his head.

"What a bunch of useless trash!"

Lu Kang looked towards Lin Chen, grinding his teeth in hatred, cursing those men.

A mere Spirit Pill-stage cultivator, yet repeatedly causing headaches for the demon sect—either he’s inherently opposed to them, or perhaps he’s Lu Kang’s nemesis.

"Sect Master Liu, next time we meet, I hope you can uphold the reputation of the Green Ripple Sect!"

Lu Kang punched out, the terrifying Evil Qi swirling, flowing through his fist towards Liu Qinghan.

Seeing this, Liu Qinghan remained composed, aware of the peculiarity of these energies. His Cultivation Technique limited his strength in direct confrontation.

Mildly sidestepping, Liu Qinghan dodged, sensing the Evil Qi from Lu Kang’s punch, seemingly forming a large mouth eager to consume him.

The attack came swiftly, but the retreat was equally prompt.

Lu Kang didn’t intend to truly harm Liu Qinghan; he merely wanted to entangle him. With his true form restored, he was even less inclined to fight.

Retracting his fist, Lu Kang’s feet gathered dark, sinister Qi as if black clouds moved below him. It supported his body, drifting upwards.

The place he headed naturally was his true form’s location.

Lu Kang brimmed with anticipation; he had waited too long for this moment, excitement evident in his increasingly manic smile.

Below, Lin Chen remained indifferent, not bothering to look upwards. With Liu Qinghan there, if he couldn’t stop it, Lin Chen watching would be pointless.

He walked ahead numbly, retrieving the Longsword and the Tianyan Ancient Sword.

Holding a silver and a black sword, his grip offered a distinct sensation.

Lin Chen shook his head, noticing the retreating figures of the distant men with a sigh, feeling a twinge of disappointment.

He felt desolate.

In the empty field, besides Zheng He and Xiaobai nearby, only five priests remained, motionless as in their original positions.

"About my physical condition."

Seeing them, Lin Chen remembered his purpose, slapping his forehead and rushing over.

Amidst the battle, he had forgotten, but now it came to mind.

"What’s wrong with my body?"

Lin Chen approached, tapping a priest’s shoulder.

The priests seemed indifferent to enemies, maintaining their initial stance, neither reacting nor replying to Lin Chen’s query, oddly silent.

Lin Chen frowned, applying slight pressure with his hand. Unwilling to acknowledge him, Lin Chen needed to show them some color!

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Lin Chen increased the strength in his grip.

After a moment, something felt off.

Releasing his grip, he lifted the priest’s dark robe.

Below the bald head lay a horrific face.

The priest’s eyes bulged in terror and disbelief, staring ahead as if bursting with rage.

Though surprised, Lin Chen, used to such sights, remained unfazed, quickly revealing more priests in a silent pause.

For each priest mirrored the first, seemingly meeting unspeakable terror before death.

"It’s due to backlash."

Zheng He approached Lin Chen quietly, commenting on the priests, expressionless, "These summoned demons, if destroyed, the priests face punishment from other underworld demons due to their failed protection."

"Strange thing, such a Cultivation Technique, yet some still wish to practice it."

Lin Chen shook his head, standing with disdain in his eyes.