Chapter 591: I say

It seems they are getting impatient waiting.

Number 2 Ascetic Practitioner wore a grim expression and decided to act directly.

If Lin An digests what he gained in the Initial Land, it will become a problem.

Now, seize him first and interrogate him!

The so-called belief concerns not external objects; it is merely something that has not touched his inner desire.

The commander of the First Legion standing beside the military minister was startled; unlike those civil officials, he does not hesitate.

He clearly sees that the monarchy is waning, Lin An holds the key: the secret to mass-producing powerful Ascetic Practitioners.

He gritted his teeth.

If he doesn't now curry favor and win them over, how can he live up to the Emperor's expectations!

"Number 2 Ascetic Practitioner, sir!"

"Your Majesty commanded me to first bring back Lin An and appoint him to the post of garrison commander!"

"Your Majesty has been waiting all along!"

He forced himself to invoke the name of Xia Xuan, hoping the other party would restrain themselves.

The garrison post, at least, represents an official title.

If you strike again, you'll truly be breaking ties.

However, Number 2 Ascetic Practitioner didn't even glance at him, merely snorted and muttered softly:

"Your Majesty?"

The true emperor died long ago!

He is merely that person's descendant...

Furthermore...

The several Ascetic Practitioners with lower numbers gave a mocking glance at the speaking commander.

If the monarchy isn't mentioned, it's fine; but once it is, those who know the true secrets bear immense resentment toward the so-called emperor.

If it weren't for a small stubborn faction still secretly mediating, whether the monarchy exists or not would make no difference.

The former emperor, the first Ascetic Practitioner...

He is the origin of the blood corpses! He created the present situation!

It survives only in the information exchanged among high-ranking Ascetic Practitioners.

The first Ascetic Practitioner foolishly charged into the corpse tide; after returning, to protect his descendants, he turned himself into a flesh-and-blood armor, merging with the infection source.

The blood corpses also emerged from this!

The disasters of these thousands of years were caused by him alone!

The countless deaths of Ascetic Practitioners also stem from him!

We could have pursued the path to transcendence in peace, without threat!

If it weren't for that person leaving behind the mystery of power, these surviving Ascetic Practitioners would have long erased his traces completely.

As for the first Ascetic Practitioner having once saved the whole world, they selectively forgot.

They only know that the danger they now face comes from the blood corpses.

Ignoring the commander trembling all over, Number 2 Ascetic Practitioner looked down at Lin An, extending his right hand:

"You have no right to stay in there that long."

"I command you by the Number 2 sequence! Open your mind and spirit!"

"Tell me what you have gained, and I can spare your life!"

"Between us, you ought to obey!"

He couldn't be bothered to hide anything; the power he gained from continual promotion is simply probing memories.

He could sense that Lin An's body hides countless secrets that make even his heart palpitate.

"What exactly did this person obtain in the Initial Land?!"

He subconsciously licked his lips.

He hasn't felt this in a long time.

After digesting Lin An, his sixth sense tells him he might even find the path to transcendence!

The atmosphere was heavy.

Like a pack of wolves surrounding.

Lin An slightly raised his head; the temperature around him dropped rapidly at a visible speed.

"Qualification?"

"Spare my life?"

A light laugh.

His calm gaze surged with intense killing intent.

Why.

There's always someone who likes to seek death?

"Clang!"

The sharp blade was drawn.

Instantly, a thick spiritual energy like a blazing sun erupted throughout the field, scorching holy-gold light surging.

That is the light of this secret realm, which no one has ever seen!

"Heavenly being!"

"Demonic form!"

He drew his sword backhand, Lin An simply stopped cultivating the Blood Abyss as well, and directly wielding twin swords he slashed at the Ascetic Practitioner in midair.

Sword Qi crisscrossed.

Relying on the spiritual power simulation of the Soul-Calming Sword Sheath, the half-meter-long piercing Sword Qi began to surge.

One slash, a thousand strikes!

Blood mist burst open.

The two intersecting blood-red sword shadows turned into an endless prison, from time to time manifesting as solid spiritual impacts that blasted out violently.

The ground shattered, and suddenly a destructive airflow gouged out an eight-foot-deep trench.

His gaze filled with terror.

Number 2 Ascetic Practitioner could not understand how Lin An dared to attack him.

The sword light reflected in his pupils stung his eyes.

Instinctively he tried to raise his hand to resist, but in an instant that ruthless sword light shattered him.

One wave of attack had not yet subsided.

Again!

In dual form, additionally incorporating the combat techniques of the second Lin An, Lin An's offensive at this moment could only be described as a storm of wind and rain.

He gave no one any chance to react.

Ring Slash!

Flowing like clouds and water, a single sword severed all the Ascetic Practitioners present, their wails drawn out.

"Illusion Realm!"

The Mechanical Compass suddenly appeared, spinning on its own.

A phantom light and shadow enveloped the whole field, shaking everyone's minds.

They could not see!

"Withering!"

"Divine Spike!"

"Soul Shriek!!"

The death god phantom appeared, grinning savagely, and chopped the just-reborn No. 2 Ascetic Practitioner into pieces.

Silver‑white mental blasts bombarded his body, like sulfuric acid, continually dissolving his flesh.

He had never seen such an attack method.

In an instant, the sudden change left all the Ascetic Practitioners caught off guard.

They were accustomed to wearing down enemies; their usual fighting style was nothing more than pounding with fists.

Faced with such splendid combat combos, they couldn't even retaliate.

The mysterious power constantly erupting before them had already surpassed their comprehension.

Among those present, only the few who were intentionally controlled by Lin An and remained unharmed still retained their human form.

The remaining Ascetic Practitioners kept turning from humans into rotting flesh, then writhing back to form again.

A pungent smell of blood permeated the air, as if walking into a slaughterhouse.

"You're asking for death!!"

"I am immortal!!"

A fierce shout.

The No. 2 Ascetic Practitioner, whom Lin An had injured the worst, had a mad expression; half of his severed skull had just healed when it was pierced again by a sword.

Ignoring his flickering vision, he simply bore the damage and tried to get close to Lin An.

Needless to say, as one of the strongest among the Ascetic Practitioners, his regenerative ability is simply exaggerated.

Even his brain matter was blasted hundreds of meters away by divine spikes, yet it instantly restored.

Like a rotting zombie, the second Ascetic Practitioner simply couldn't be bothered to defend anymore, just staring fixedly at the incessantly attacking Lin An.

"You'd better pray... pray that heaven doesn't let me get close to you!"

"Otherwise..."

His cheek was gouged away, exposing the gum.

His speech was airy, but it didn't hinder him from still trying to threaten Lin An.

"I'll crush this worm! I'll throw you into molten copper to keep melting you!"

Unlike the No. 2 Ascetic Practitioner enraged by Lin An.

The three Ascetic Practitioners numbered among the top ten, who had not yet joined the battle, stared in disbelief at the light bursting from Lin An's body.

These few mostly appeared aged, as if they had lived a long time, to the point that even the Ascetic Practitioners' power could not help them regain vitality.

That seemed to be...

Was it the power that the first Ascetic Practitioner had once used, according to rumor?

What is it... is it called psychic ability?

No one answered their question.

Seeing the No. 2 Ascetic Practitioner and a large group of those with low numbers approaching step by step.

Lin An couldn't help but frown slightly.

That's right.

Don't be fooled by his current advantage; the actual situation is not optimistic.

In the combat simulation of the mechanical compass, these people were nearly infinitely resurrected.

After exhausting their own strength, they could be worn down to death.

But...

Looking at the ferocious skull of Ascetic Practitioner Number Two, Lin An silently snorted coldly, then spoke calmly:

"You..."

"Are you not asking what qualifications I have?"

His steps halted.

Lin An spoke again, causing the continually advancing Ascetic Practitioner to faintly stagger.

Just that.

Upon seeing the mockery and contempt on Lin An's face, he could not help but flare with rage and accelerate again:

"Now you know fear?!"

"Too bad... it's too late! I'll split your skull open to see what you stole!"

He paid no heed to the threat of Ascetic Practitioner Number Two.

Lin An drew a deep breath, his body like a drawn bow, and suddenly shot out the Blood Annihilation.

"Boom!!"

The blood shadow like a sword, the explosive force sent Ascetic Practitioner Number Two flying backward.

Piercing his chest, it nailed him firmly to the ground.

Seeing him trying to break free and still wanting to say something,

In that instant, Lin An activated Step Void, standing mid-air.

"Asking about my qualifications?"

"Identity?!"

"Hum!!"

All his spiritual power poured into the Mechanical Compass, a spiritual illusion enveloping the entire field dragged everyone into it.

Activate, Mile's scalpel!

Feign Simulation!

Under the brief spiritual illusion, all his spiritual power transformed into a simulated pressure as massive as a mountain.

Only saw Lin An's form flicker, transforming into a dignified man in white robes wearing an imperial crown.

The illusory projection swelled to a hundred meters like a deity, gathering behind Lin An.

In the blink of an eye, the whole scene fell into dead silence.

The Ascetic Practitioner Number Two, pinned to the ground, trembled all over upon seeing Lin An's appearance and attire, that familiar yet unfamiliar aura.

He struggled to sit up, his eyes filled with disbelief.

No... no!!

How is this possible... how could this be?!

A fear of belief from thousands of years.

Not only him, everyone present fell into a mental stupor.

They actually saw the person spoken of in legends.

The predecessor of Great Xia, or rather the sole emperor of the entire world.

The first Ascetic Practitioner, the source of the blood corpse!

He lowered his gaze, looking down, his voice like thunder.

Behind him, the hundred-meter illusion condensed; Lin An glanced indifferently at the terrified Ascetic Practitioner Number Two:

"I say."

"Kneel!!!"

"Boom!!!"

Using all his energy reserves, his vast spiritual power transformed into an invisible giant hand that slammed the Ascetic Practitioner trying to rise deep into the ground.

The earth split, dust and smoke rose everywhere.

In the shattered deep pit, the Ascetic Practitioner Number Two, hailed as the strongest, lay embedded in the ground like mud.

Kneeling, trembling.

As if facing a deity.