Chapter 101

Could it be that Lin Pingzhi is deceiving him?

Thinking of this, the transmigrator Dongfang Bubai's rage surged uncontrollably.

He was a transmigrator, possessed a system; if he killed Lin Pingzhi and destroyed the Fuwei Escort Agency, he could restore himself to a man.

Then, he would make this Wu Lin know once again the terror of Dongfang Bubai.

This also made the transmigrator believe himself to be a child of heaven.

But now, if Lin Pingzhi was deceiving him, it felt like an insult to him, a transmigrator.

It was like a supreme being mocked by an ordinary person—what right did the other have?

"Lin Pingzhi, you're mocking me," Dongfang Bubai said, his face icy, terrifying aura sweeping in all directions.

This made the remaining disciples of the Fuwei Escort Agency and Qingcheng Sect far away tremble uncontrollably, for the pressure Dongfang Bubai now exuded made them feel like ants.

They and this Mo Sect's Tongtian Jiaozhu were beings from entirely different worlds.

In the past, they had never felt this from any Wu Lingaoshou.

It was a deep, bone-chilling terror.

"Such immense power influence," Lin Pingzhi said, circulating his inner Qi to barely dispel Dongfang Bubai's overwhelming dread.

If any other Wu Lingaoshou faced Dongfang Bubai's pressure, they wouldn't even be able to fight back properly.

At most, they could unleash a fraction of their full strength.

It was like in the real world—if you encountered a ghost or demon, could you still exert your normal strength in fear?

Is that a question mark?

Only a tiny few could maintain normal composure despite their own terror.

Although Lin Pingzhi had now dispelled Dongfang Bubai's power influence, he also gained deeper insight into the Mo Sect's Tongtian Jiaozhu's prowess—his strength must surpass the Xiantian realm.

Like the late Zhang Sanfeng's Master level, or even greater.

Lin Pingzhi didn't know.

But he knew he was no match for Dongfang Bubai.

Fortunately, the Group Master had issued a task, and the participants were astonishingly surprising to Lin Pingzhi.

Master Zhang Sanfeng, existing in a world similar to his own, had recently broken through to the Land Immortal realm—he believed Master Zhang Sanfeng could handle Dongfang Bubai.

Like Lan Ran, a being from the world of the Shinigami, as Chen Ziyu described.

Among them, the strongest could destroy heaven and earth.

It was said he was even stronger than Master Zhang Sanfeng.

Naturally, Lin Pingzhi had never personally witnessed Like Lan Ran's power.

Besides these two, the greatest source of Lin Pingzhi's confidence was the Group Master—the true powerhouse.

The shockwave caused when the Group Master broke through still lingered vividly in Lin Pingzhi's memory.

He hadn't expected this powerhouse to join this very task.

To that deity, planets were probably like stones—easily crushed at will.

To him, Dongfang Bubai might not even qualify as an ant.

With such a lineup, Lin Pingzhi's heart instantly gained tremendous resolve.

"Lord Dongfang, I'm merely speaking the truth," Lin Pingzhi shook his head.

He would never reveal that his strength had risen to this level because of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds Chat Group.

On one hand, the Heavens and Myriad Worlds Chat Group was a secret in his heart.

On the other hand, even if he revealed the Heavens and Myriad Worlds Chat Group, this Sun-Moon Cult's Tongtian Jiaozhu probably wouldn't believe him.

A platform connecting the Heavens and Myriad Worlds.

Who would believe that?

Instead, Dongfang Bubai would only think he was being mocked.

Naturally, Lin Pingzhi didn't know that the Dongfang Bubai before him wasn't the original Dongfang Bubai, but a transmigrator who had replaced him.

If he revealed the Heavens and Myriad Worlds Chat Group, this transmigrator might actually believe him.

Afterwards, Dongfang Bubai might not immediately kill Lin Pingzhi, but instead seek to gain entry himself through him.

In the end, it was precisely this that caused Lin Pingzhi to withhold the truth.

"Lin Pingzhi, you're asking for death," Dongfang Bubai roared, the embroidery needle in his hand humming, threads of red light coiling around it.

Feeling Dongfang Bubai's growing terror, Lin Pingzhi's scalp prickled.

If Dongfang Bubai struck again, he likely couldn't block it at all.

This made Lin Pingzhi silently complain—this Dongfang Bubai was truly terrifying.

According to Chen Ziyu, historically Dongfang Bubai was killed by Linghu Chong, Ren Woxing, and others in a joint attack—is that possible?

"Since Lord Dongfang doesn't believe me, I have nothing more to say," Lin Pingzhi said, suppressing his fear.

According to the Heavens and Myriad Worlds Chat Group's description, he only needed to hold out for ten breaths—then the Group Master and others would appear.

It should be about time now.

"Good," Dongfang Bubai laughed loudly. "Then, Lin Pingzhi, take your secret down to hell with you."

"Second technique."

Dongfang Bubai barked.

Immediately, a crimson sun rose from his fingertip.

That sun exploded instantly before Lin Pingzhi's eyes.

A strike piercing heaven and earth surged toward Lin Pingzhi.

Boom—

Everyone's ears heard a sound like a sudden thunderclap, their ears bathed in a blood-red glow.

It was a strike that annihilated all things.

"Taiji Sword."

Lin Pingzhi's pupils contracted, and the innate internal force within his body erupted beyond its usual level.

Facing Dongfang Bubai's terrifying strike, Lin Pingzhi could not dodge at all, nor did he have any chance to dodge.

He could only brace himself and block the opponent's attack.

"Clang…"

At a certain moment, Lin Pingzhi's long sword blocked that streak of red light.

But Lin Pingzhi did not show a hint of joy—this time Dongfang Bubai's attack was no longer dense, but condensed into a single strike.

And this strike was even more terrifying than before.

"Bang bang bang…"

One could see Lin Pingzhi's arms continuously bursting apart, fresh blood streaming down his arms, and even his bones emitting sounds of unbearable strain.

Moreover, Lin Pingzhi could feel his internal organs being grievously wounded again and again.

"Crack crack crack…"

One could see the long sword in Lin Pingzhi's hand also continuously fracturing apart.

With a "boom."

The long sword shattered, and Lin Pingzhi's figure retreated at extreme speed, but that streak of red light drew ever closer to the space between his brows.

He could already feel the sensation of death.

"He's done for."