I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Chapter 1737: Counterattack And Reverse Counterattack


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Chapter 1737: Counterattack And Reverse Counterattack

The Sword Essence Emperor instantly began to panic upon seeing An Lin.

It frantically kept the golden soul swords at bay as it roared with rage, “Spirit Maiden! I’m still taking this trial, how can you let An Lin come here to disrupt me? Please evict him at once!”

An Lin chuckled coldly as he made his way over to the Sword Essence Emperor. “Stop struggling. The Spirit Maiden was the one who let me in. Do you think she’ll evict me? What a joke!”

The Sword Essence Emperor shuddered upon hearing this, and an expression of despair appeared on its face.

The gate was now closed, so there was no way it could escape. After unleashing its buff mystic technique, there was a chance that it could complete this trial, but with An Lin here in conjunction with the attacks being unleashed by the trial, even three Sword Essence Emperors wouldn’t be able to survive here!

What can I do…

The Sword Essence Emperor gritted its teeth, and a few more massive holes were punctured into its body by the soul swords during its deliberation. It was now in its buff state with a body several thousand feet tall, giving it the appearance of a ferocious, bloodthirsty godfiend, but there were already tens of thousands of puncture wounds all over its body.

Furthermore, even though it had been regenerating throughout this entire process, there were still tens of thousands of puncture wounds on its body that had yet to heal, thereby indicating just how much damage it had sustained during this trial.

If things continued like this, it was going to die for sure.

Am I going to die here after all? A sense of chilling despair welled up in the Sword Essence Emperor’s heart.

An Lin strode toward the Sword Essence Emperor with an expression of assured victory on his face.

However, right at this moment, all of the golden soul swords suddenly came to a standstill in mid-air.

The trial space suddenly fell silent.

The Sword Essence Emperor was baffled and as was An Lin.

They then saw all of the countless golden soul swords in the air turn their pointy ends toward An Lin. In that instant, An Lin felt like he was being scrutinized by a Death God.

“This…” A hint of unease suddenly welled up in An Lin’s heart.

The Spirit Maiden suddenly appeared in the air above the White Tiger trial space.

Her blue dress was flapping around her, and her translucent bare feet stood in mid-air as an excited and cruel expression appeared on her beautiful features. “Sword Essence Emperor, don’t you want to kill An Lin? I’ll help you! All of my attacks will target An Lin from now on, so this is your best and final chance, make sure you don’t squander it…”

The Sword Essence Emperor drew a sharp intake of breath. The tide had finally turned in its favor!

An Lin was shocked. “I’m helping you get rid of the enemy you detest, and this is how you repay me?”

“You’re too powerful, so I can only try to eliminate you by using the full power of this trial and turning the Sword Essence Emperor on you. Both of you must die here!” The Spirit Maiden was honest to a fault as usual.

“Hahaha… An Lin, weren’t you just acting cocky a moment ago?” The Sword Essence Emperor waved a hand through the air, and eighteen golden celestial swords hovered around him. “You’ll get a taste of just how terrifying this trial is very soon. My power in conjunction with the trial’s power will show you what true despair looks like!”

The Sword Essence Emperor had been forced into an impossibly dire situation, but the tables had finally turned. There was a new enemy being targeted, and it was a wonderful feeling to finally not be targeted.

This was the beginning of its counterattack!

The Spirit Maiden was also extremely elated. “What a foolish human! No matter how powerful you are, you won’t be able to escape the fate of death by my hand, ohohohoho…”

All of a sudden, countless golden soul swords hurtled through the air toward An Lin, and the extreme sharpness emanating from them struck An Lin’s skin and consciousness with a sharp pain even before any of the swords had actually reached him.

Not only were these swords imbued with an extremely terrifying power of metal, but they also contained the Spirit Patriarch’s true intent observation toward the sword dao and also a hint of the God of Creation Stage power.

These soul swords were very powerful!

A smile appeared on An Lin’s face. “Things are getting interesting. Looks like I’ll have to get a little serious as well…”

A black divine halo suddenly appeared above his head, from which a paramount aura exploded forth. From this moment forth, he was the ruler of all metals and all metal-type powers were under his control!

Power of metal, activate!

Whoosh…

Invisible ripples instantly proliferated throughout heaven and earth.

The golden soul sword hurtling toward An Lin suddenly froze in mid-air.

An Lin tore through space, passed by countless stationary golden soul swords, and charged toward the Sword Essence Emperor at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, a layer of inky-black divine light enshrouded his Evil-Slaying Sword, further enhancing its extreme sharpness.

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The power of metal had been activated to its maximal extent!

He had become the one in control over the power of paramount laws!

The Spirit Maiden was dumbstruck once again.

The Sword Essence Emperor was also completely bamboozled. The White Tiger trial was supposed to help it fight An Lin, but all of the soul swords were frozen on the spot now! In reality, An Lin could even immobilize the Sword Essence Emperor’s swords as well, but he decided to allow the Sword Essence Emperor to die with some dignity.

An Lin hurtled toward it in the blink of an eye.

However, the Sword Essence Emperor’s vast battle experience kicked in after an extremely brief period of stunned inactivity. Its eighteen golden celestial swords were already rushing toward An Lin with devastating power! In its current buff state, it could unleash power comparable to that of a super mighty figure at the Dao Integration Pinnacle Stage!

An Lin swept his Evil-Slaying Sword through the air toward the eighteen golden celestial swords, and eighteen bursts of crisp ringing sounded, upon which all of the celestial swords were sliced in half.

What terrifying power!

Unadulterated shock surged through the Sword Essence Emperor’s heart upon seeing An Lin slice through all of its celestial swords with a single sword strike.

At this moment, An Lin unleashed a second sword strike.

Swish!

The crimson protective soul power materialized around the Sword Essence Emperor’s body was sliced apart, as was its entire body, and blood began to gush into the air!

Thump…

The two halves of its body crashed to the ground and continued to be ravaged by the remaining sword intent.

“Not bad. You were able to make me swing my sword twice.” An Lin sheathed his sword with a calm expression.

The Sword Essence Emperor: “…”

“Our Void Spirit Tribe has still massively underestimated your combat prowess…” The Sword Essence Emperor had temporarily attained power comparable to the Dao Integration Pinnacle Stage after unleashing its buff mystic technique, but it was still unable to defend itself from An Lin’s attack.

A sly smile appeared on An Lin’s face as he looked down at the Sword Essence Emperor. “Seeing as you tried to use the power of the White Tiger trial to kill me, let me return the favor by using the power of the Vermilion Bird trial on you.”

“Wh… what?” The Sword Essence Emperor’s body shuddered.

At this moment, a golden sun appeared high in the sky, twisting the space around it.

The Supreme Holy Flame was here!

The Sword Essence Emperor was struck by a sense of horror once again. In particular, its consciousness was already trembling uncontrollably. “This is the power of the Vermilion Bird trial? You’ve already passed the Vermilion Bird trial?!”

“What do you think?” An Lin snapped his fingers.

The sun behind him crashed toward the Sword Essence Emperor.

“Argh!!!” The Sword Essence Emperor howled in agony as terrifying flames scorched its body.

It had thought that it would be able to launch a counterattack, but its power and the White Tiger trial’s power were completely no match for An Lin.

An Lin’s overwhelming power had well and truly plunged it into despair.

The Supreme Holy Flame latched onto its consciousness, and it wouldn’t rest until the entirety of its consciousness was scorched into nothingness.

Finally, the Sword Essence Emperor was destroyed by the terrifying Supreme Holy Flame!

Boom!

Heaven and earth tremored once again.

The fall of a Dao Integration Stage super mighty figure was mourned by the entire heaven and earth!

Another one of the Void Spirit Tribe super mighty figures, the Sword Essence Emperor, had fallen.

Up to this stage, all of the Void Spirit Tribe super mighty figures who had entered the Spirit Patriarch Palace had perished!

The metal divine halo above An Lin’s head lit up, and all of the stationary golden soul swords surged into his divine halo as if they were nurturing it.

Soon, all of the golden soul swords were completely absorbed without being able to put up any resistance.

“Burp…” An Lin let loose a loud burp in the empty White Tiger trial space.

He turned toward the paralyzed Spirit Maiden in the air with a wide grin. “Thanks for the meal.”

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