Chapter 213: Master, I am not inferior to Xiang Lin! (Thanks again)

Two expressions appeared on one person's face, and his body also presented a twisted state at this moment.

Half of his body wanted to flee, while half of his body was filled with soaring fighting spirit.

The golden dragon that Lin Chao transformed into was majestic and extraordinary.

Streaks of golden light surged forth, the Black Screen between heaven and earth was dispelled, and the firmament seemed to be torn apart.

"Ah!

You are... Xiang Lin?

Zimo's eldest disciple!"

Qing Guang shouted, his right eye closed, with only his left eye open.

Within his gaze was endless fury.

His aged body straightened, like a god in a towering rage.

"I am going to kill you!"

"I am far stronger than you!"

Qing Guang roared, his body charging directly toward Lin Chao.

Xiang Lin was his inner demon.

He wanted to Slay Xiang Lin to prove that he was more Excellent than Xiang Lin.

However, that attack of his, landing on Lin Chao's body, was like a mere tickle.

"Hmph."

Lin Chao gave a light huff, and the heavens and earth began to tremble.

Golden light erupted, and Qing Guang's body was sent flying backward directly.

He spat out fresh blood.

At the first collision, he had already lost.

"Qing Guang, you are no match for him, flee quickly!"

A voice like a nightmare rang out from within his right eye.

"Even you think I am inferior to him!" Qing Guang was furious, the fighting spirit on his face growing even more intense.

"Qing Guang, he is... a dragon.

You, a mere mortal, why must you compare yourself to a dragon?

Flee quickly, the news regarding the dragon must be reported to the Master!"

"Hmph! I can suppress even you; do you think I still care about those so-called Masters? They are nothing but clowns!

Today, I shall Slay this dragon and prove my God Position!"

Endless fury surged from Qing Guang's left eye.

His hand reached toward his own right eye.

"What are you doing?

You are destroying me!

You will be unable to use the monster!

The Master of the Shenxu will also Slay you!"

"Hmph!"

Qing Guang was unafraid, his hand reaching toward his own right eye.

The eyeball instantly exploded.

The voice came to an abrupt halt.

A crazed smile hung on Qing Guang's face.

He, Qing Guang, had never been weaker than anyone in his life.

Even when an consciousness from the Shenxu had entered his body during his cultivation, he had not cared at all.

The consciousnesses of other Masters were more or less influenced by the great existences within the Shenxu.

He, Qing Guang, was different.

Even that consciousness within his body was merely his plaything.

He had not been controlled by the consciousness of the Shenxu at all!

Qing Guang took a step forward, and the aura on his body rose sharply.

The black canopy of heaven became even more gloomy at this moment.

Not far away, Zimo watched this scene, a look of shock appearing in his eyes.

"Qing Guang... is this to self-prove his God Position?"

Between a Pseudo-Eighth Rank and an Eighth Rank, there lies a natural chasm.

Ordinary people are simply unable to break through this chasm.

Even he, Zimo, having lingered on for tens of thousands of years, had failed to step into the Eighth Rank.

It was only by relying on the protection of Wei An that he had been able to keep living.

Yet the Qing Guang before his eyes truly shocked him.

But the next second, the surprise in Zimo's eyes turned into a sigh.

"Qing Guang... you are still very far from being a god."

Zimo's strength was not powerful enough, but his insight was absolutely the strongest beneath the gods.

He could see that Qing Guang had broken through his own limits.

However, having broken his limits, he was still very far from being a god.

Proving one's God Position is nothing more than a joke.

The powerful Qingguang rushed toward Lin Chao, carrying surging black light, like mountain ranges, like a black sea.

At this moment, Qingguang was the strongest Qingguang, the most Ultimate Qingguang.

He cast aside the shackles of Shenxu, and with his boundless fury, unleashed his strongest strike.

However, the moment the black light met the Gold dragon, it vanished into nothingness.

Lin Chao's figure did not retreat even half a step.

Looking at Qingguang, his body was now tattered and broken, yet the fury in his eyes still surged.

But at this moment, he suddenly laughed, looking at his own hands, where the bones had long since been ground flat and even the flesh and blood had disappeared.

He stared at Lin Chao, then looked toward Zimo: "Master, do you see? I am not inferior to Xiang Lin!"

"I! I wounded him!"

"Haha."

"Master, if you had taught me the complete Fen Kui Dan, I would never have been defeated today!"

Qingguang laughed maniacally.

"How hateful, the heavens only gave me two thousand years.

Give me another ten thousand years, Xiang Lin, and I would surely slay you!"

Amidst a burst of manic laughter, Qingguang's body finally turned into a layer of ash.

Lin Chao looked ahead; the dragon form had vanished, and he had returned to his human form.

Just now, in order to seize the Jade Flower from Qingguang's hand, he had taken a strike from Qingguang head-on, leaving a wound on his arm.

This wound was the only damage Qingguang had managed to inflict.

Zimo looked ahead, his eyes filled with boundless desolation, yet also a sense of relief and liberation.

In this situation, Qingguang truly felt like a fool.

However, Zimo knew that his disciple, Qingguang, was far too paranoid.

He was not worth pitying at all.

Demons do not need pity either.

Zimo withdrew his gaze, finally letting it fall upon that tall, upright figure.

The memories in his mind seemed to return to ten thousand years ago.

Xiang Lin had followed him to refine pills, study medicine, and treat Wei An.

Later, he had constantly sought a way to escape.

He avoided the Ghost immortals of the heavens as if they were a plague.

Later, when news arrived that Xiang Lin had fought the host of immortals alone for three thousand years, he drank clear wine in solitude, sighing deeply: he was not worthy of being Xiang Lin's master.

In the end, when Xiang Lin died, he was utterly lost, his heart filled with regret.

Later, the Dragon Emperor sacrificed himself to open the Immortal World Channel.

Upon learning this news, he wept bitterly.

That disciple was too brilliant, too worthy of admiration.

Now, this disciple had reappeared before him.

The Dragon Emperor who had been invincible in Jiuzhou had appeared before him once again.

Just as in the past.

Even now, he still felt as if everything were a dream.

"Xiang Lin... are you... Xiang Lin?"

Even now, having witnessed so many methods, Zimo still felt a sense of unreality.

"Master, long time no see."

Lin Chao took a step forward and appeared by Zimo's side.

He could step across space, yet he could not step across time.

"Master, you have grown old."

Lin Chao looked at Zimo, sighing inwardly.

This feeling was very strange.

In his past life, he had only met Shi Qing once or twice; seeing him again, only a faint, lingering sorrow flowed through him.

But Zimo was different; he had spent decades with Zimo at the Medicine Saint Sect.

It could be said that during his time in Jiuzhou, besides the butterfly bird, the people Lin Chao was most familiar with were those True Immortals, and next was this master.

"Xiang Lin, you are still the same as before, with no changes." Zimo moved his lips, but in the end, only a choked sob emerged.

He clearly had many things he wanted to say to this disciple.

Many times when drunk, he had poured out his heart to his own shadow.

Yet, seeing that disciple from the past once more, he was overcome with mixed joy and sorrow, not knowing what to say at all.

A thousand words all turned into a single choked sob.

"Master, if I am not mistaken, that should be a projection of Mistress Wei An.

Her state is a bit strange right now; I must trouble Master to step in and save her." Lin Chao said from the side.

He pointed ahead, where a figure stood holding a long flute.

Zimo's expression shifted slightly, but he suppressed the impulse in his heart and continued to speak.

"Xiang Lin, thank you. If not for you, I fear I would have died here this time."

"Master, we are master and disciple, why be so formal?"

"If not for you, Master, teaching me the Fen Kui Dan, there would be no disciple today, right?"

Zimo looked at Lin Chao: "Xiang Lin... you have suffered..."

The man before his eyes was completely different from the Xiang Long of the past.

Moreover, in terms of strength, he was also far inferior to Xiang Long.

That disciple from back then must have paid a great price to open the Immortal World Channel!

Now, it was truly not easy for him to be able to see Xiang Lin again.

Wei An had once said that even a True God could not open the Immortal World Channel.

"Master, go quickly to see Mistress." A smile appeared on Lin Chao's face.

After the initial excitement, his mood had calmed down by this moment.

"Alright." Zimo responded, flying toward Wei An's projection.

Lin Chao's gaze swept across the crowd, and the crowd immediately revealed expressions of fear; his figure also disappeared at this moment.

One hour later.

The burly man's legs were still trembling even now, and his voice followed suit as it trembled: "Are you sure that is your little follower from Ge'en City, and he even asked you to come here?"

"I really didn't lie to you; just now, Feng Yan really sent me a voice transmission, asking me to come here." Fang Yuan rubbed his forehead; in fact, he also suspected he was experiencing auditory hallucinations and was somewhat unconfident, "However, I did lie to you about one thing: he is not my follower, he is my desk mate."

"Sigh, it's eerie here." The burly man spoke; until this moment, he was still unable to extricate himself from the battle that had just occurred.

In his view, the battles of the strong would move mountains and overturn seas, causing the heavens to collapse and the earth to crack.

Yet just now, the battle between those two experts actually took place entirely within a noodle shop, and there were no battle shockwaves that affected people outside; it was truly strange.

The burly man scanned the surroundings, but did not discover any figure: "Did you mistake the person, and have auditory hallucinations?"

"No, how could that be! That is my brother, how could I mistake him!" Fang Yuan said firmly.

In fact, he was also somewhat uneasy inside.

Was that really his brother?

If they met, how should he communicate?

If he went up to give him a big hug, would he be glared to death by a single look from the other party?

The two waited here, but no figure appeared.

Just then, however, the burly man suddenly saw something: "Look quickly, there is a package here!"

Fang Yuan immediately looked over.

This package was, surprisingly, the one containing the Jade Flower.

At that time, when Feng Yan appeared to fight the old man, he had also kept three or four parts of his attention on that package.

Originally, Fang Yuan had thought that the package had been crushed by the shockwaves of the battle.

But he did not expect that the package would actually appear here.

Fang Yuan understood instantly that this was given to him by Feng Yan.

"I told you, that imposing Transcendental from just now was my brother Feng Yan; look, he even snatched the Jade Flower for me."

Fang Yuan picked up the Jade Flower, his face brimming with a smile.

At this moment, a slip of paper flew out from the package.

Some delicate characters flew out.

"Fang Yuan, long time no see.

The great battle just now might cause some experts to appear.

I will not come to meet you.

Next time we meet, don't be so frail anymore."

The characters remained in the air for a dozen breaths, and finally disappeared again.

Fang Yuan patted his own chest and roared at the Heavenly Vault: "Where am I frail!"

(End of this chapter)