Chapter 849

Although cultivation was ahead, in the end it ended up exchanging injury for injury; seeing Qin Shan Hai's caved-in chest and a trace of blood at the corner of the mouth, Wang Lin's expression turned extremely ugly.

What the hell is going on?

Before Wang Lin could figure it out, Qin Shan Hai had already attacked.

Although cultivation was inferior, on the scene Qin Shan Hai seemed to have the upper hand; seeing this, Wang Lin also shouted coldly.

Ignorant of life and death.

Even those just entering the Great Saint Realm are this arrogant now? Facing my Great Saint Realm Perfection, they not only lack any fear, but also act as if they will fight to the death.

Facing Qin Shan Hai's attack, Wang Lin naturally would not retreat; looking at it, the advantage is clearly on my side.

But only after the two truly clashed did Wang Lin realize what a huge mistake it was.

Although cultivation was indeed ahead, Qin Shan Hai being such a madman, Wang Lin had never encountered such a madman before.

Even if my cultivation is lacking, even if I'm injured, anyway you strike me once—I'll definitely strike you back.

Before they had exchanged even a few moves, Wang Lin's body already showed several wounds, some of them deep enough to see the bone.

As for Qin Shan Hai, it was even more miserable: his intestines were once again flung out in the wind, and a fist-sized blood hole in his abdomen kept gushing fresh blood.

As for this, Qin Shan Hai didn't care at all, not even glancing at it.

Meanwhile, Qin Shan Hai's offensive showed no sign of stopping because of this; on the contrary, it grew braver with each battle, as if Qin Shan Hai hadn't been affected at all.

His intestines were all over the ground, yet Qin Shan Hai had absolutely no reaction.

Wang Lin simply felt like he was punching at emptiness.

Wang Lin swore that he really had held nothing back; such an attack should have directly caused serious injury, so why does this person in front show no reaction at all?

You...... lunatic..........

Already somewhat unwilling to continue exchanging injury for injury, thus the originally cultivation-advantaged Wang Lin was now gradually being suppressed by Qin Shan Hai.

Saying 'suppressed' isn't quite accurate; mainly Wang Lin dared not clash head-on with Qin Shan Hai anymore, so the scene turned into Qin Shan Hai chasing after him and slashing.

Seeing Wang Lin being chased and fleeing in the sky, the disciples of Yun Luo Holy Land who kept arriving also felt anger rise.

After all, Wang Lin is the Grand Elder of their Yun Luo Holy Land; now being chased like a stray dog, where can the face of Yun Luo Holy Land be put?

"You Dao Yi Shengdi are really going too far, aren't you?"

A disciple looked toward the not-far Dao Yi Shengdi disciples and questioned them, since they dared not interfere in the elders' battle, they could only vent their resentment on fellow disciples.

However, upon hearing this, the disciples of Blood Blade Peak simply drew their long blades without hesitation; the cold blade light made the Yun Luo Holy Land disciples' eyelids twitch wildly.

"What the hell, are you sick? You just asked a sentence, why draw your blade?"

Some Yun Luo Holy Land disciples were dumbfounded, while the Blood Blade Peak disciples were also very straightforward.

"What's up? Not convinced? Then let's fight."

"You............"

Hearing that, the Yun Luo Holy Land disciple fell silent for a moment.

They were just venting their dissatisfaction casually; how did they suddenly start fighting?

The Blood Blade Peak disciples were certainly not lacking, even if only they and the Overlord Spear Peak disciples were present.

Although they were vastly outnumbered by the Yun Luo Holy Land disciples, did the Blood Blade Peak people care about that?

No matter how many you have, let's fight first and talk later.

The Peak Master was like that, and his subordinates were no less; the Yun Luo Holy Land could be said to have suffered a dark loss.

Meanwhile, the battle in the sky grew ever fiercer; facing Qin Shan Hai, who showed no fear of injury and even seemed unafraid of death, Wang Lin was truly convinced.

"Did I dig up your ancestral grave or what? It's just a couple of extra words—do you really have to go this far?"

Just when Wang Lin was extremely angry yet helpless, the Yun Luo Shèngzhǔ finally took action.

Forcibly separating the two, the Yun Luo Shèngzhǔ then looked at the already blood-soaked Qin Shan Hai, the Yun Luo Shèngzhǔ's mouth twitching, giving a helpless smile.

"It's not exactly a deadly feud; how about we stop here?"

"Apologize to the Shīzūn."

In response, Qin Shan Hai said lightly.

Seeing this, the Yun Luo Shèngzhǔ also felt helpless, turning to glance at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was naturally unwilling, but facing the Yun Luo Shèngzhǔ's gaze that clearly carried a warning, Wang Lin ultimately apologized to Yun Xiantai.

As for Yun Xiantai, Yun Xiantai had already been standing aside, dumbfounded.

My goodness, Qin Shan Hai's condition is really................

Yun Xiantai never imagined that Qin Shan Hai would develop to this point.

Qin Shan Hai wasn't like this when he was young.

Feeling speechless inside, but with the Yun Luo Shèngzhǔ stepping in, the matter was thus settled.

As for that day's spirit, dying was a waste; who made that person become a traitor?

The corpse was taken away by the Yun Luo Holy Land people; as for how to handle it, that's no concern of the Dao Yi Sect.

In the following two days, Yun Xiantai continued to coax and deceive inside the iron prison, but once the disciples learned Yun Xiantai's identity, they all became savvy and no longer fell for Yun Xiantai's tricks.

Thus Yun Xiantai came away empty-handed for two straight days; only on the first day did he manage to get a dozen or so boxes of dry rations.

"Rebellious disciples, a bunch of rebellious disciples—you've made this old man furious."

In the evening, after toiling hard outside all day, Yun Xiantai returned to his lodgings with empty hands, cursing all the way.

"Truly, what kind of Shīzūn produces what kind of disciple; disciples taught by a bunch of rebellious disciples are themselves rebellious."

"At the very least I am your grandmaster; do you even understand respecting teachers and valuing the Dao? You damned little rabbit."

After a day of busying himself, Yun Xiantai got nothing, which made Yun Xiantai furious.

Upon hearing Yun Xiantai's angry scolding, Yuan Cang, seated leisurely in the courtyard, scoffed, 'How dare you say such things?'

Yeah, what kind of Shīzūn produces what kind of disciple; you should be saying that to yourself.

Angrily coming to sit beside Yuan Cang, upon seeing Yuan Cang, Yun Xiantai's eyes suddenly lit up, and they laughed.

Hehe, junior martial brother.

Huh???

Seeing Yun Xiantai like that, Yuan Cang instinctively sensed something was wrong; sure enough, the next second, Yun Xiantai rubbed their hands and gave an embarrassed smile.

Junior martial brother, don't you remember that I treated you to a box of rations?

Yeah, what's up?

Hehe, you see, senior martial brother's finances are a bit tight lately; why don't you first return that box of rations to me?

Get lost, that was you treating me.

You can't say that; as the saying goes, even close brothers settle accounts clearly. Junior martial brother, you can't just eat and deny the debt.

I don't know where this guy gets the nerve to say such things; Yuan Cang snorted coldly, chose to ignore him, and didn't even bother to respond.

Seeing this, Yun Xiantai also realized there was no hope, and immediately changed tactics.

If you won't return it, then fine; junior martial brother, why don't you lend senior martial brother a box of rations to fill his stomach? When we return to the sect, senior martial brother will repay double—how about that?

Hah, have you ever paid back a loan in your life?