Chapter 450: As Easy as Slicing Melons and Cutting Vegetables

Looking at the smug Yamamoto Saichiro, Lin Yang laughed and said.

「Your Nine Chrysanthemum School's secret technique really makes one feel disgusted。」

「You've made yourselves neither human nor ghost。」

Yamamoto Saichiro looked at Lin Yang, let out a cold laugh, and said.

「We like this have trampled over many Huaxia powerhouses。」

「Otherwise, how do you think we Nine Chrysanthemum School made our name? 」

After saying that, he and all the Fusang people stared fixedly at Lin Yang.

They were waiting for Lin Yang to show anger, then reveal a flaw.

Then we could wipe him out in one fell swoop.

Who would have thought, Lin Yang looked at them with not a trace of anger on his face.

He gripped his longsword and let out a sigh.

「As for you Fusang people, I really can't bring myself to like you. 」

「So I decided to take some time to level your Fusang Emperor's Palace. 」

Hearing Lin Yang actually spout such madness, wanting to level the Emperor's Palace.

All the Fusang people, at this moment, became angry.

「You deserve to die! 」

Yamamoto Saichiro shouted and charged straight at Lin Yang.

As he made his move, the surrounding Fusang people also gripped their katana and rushed at Lin Yang.

Seeing the crowd coming at him, Lin Yang spread his arms.

「You despicable Fusang lot, accept Heaven's punishment! 」

The originally clear night sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds.

「Boom—」

A bolt of heavenly thunder exploded, and streaks of lightning fell from the sky.

The Fusang people, who should have been immune to blades and spears, at the moment they were struck by lightning,

just like paper meeting flame, they were quickly consumed and turned to ash.

Streak after streak of lightning fell, causing their proud immortal bodies to vanish into nothing.

The quickest to react, Yamamoto Saichiro, immediately dispelled his secret technique, thus narrowly escaping disaster.

Seeing Yamamoto Saichiro return to his normal appearance, panting heavily,

Lin Yang raised his sword and walked toward him.

「Are you still impervious to blades and spears now? 」

At this moment, the lightning slowly dissipated, but Yamamoto Saichiro dared not use his secret technique again.

He looked at Lin Yang, gritted his teeth, and said.

「This time, we underestimated the enemy! 」

「If you let me go now, I'll return to Fusang and cause you no more trouble. 」

Lin Yang pressed the tip of his sword against his throat and said with a half‑smile.

「If you don't come looking for trouble with me, then it's the people of your Fusang Nine Chrysanthemum School who will come looking for trouble, right? 」

Hearing Lin Yang's words, Yamamoto Saichiro flatly denied and said.

「No, I'm not that kind of person. 」

「I can swear an oath to heaven! 」

Person?

Lin Yang said contemptuously: "To me, you Fusang people are not even human."

Having said that, his longsword instantly severed his head.

As his body separated, Lin Yang summoned a ball of flame and burned him to ashes.

On the rooftop now, aside from some ash, there is no corpse.

Lin Yang looked at the dumbfounded Zhang Qiling and said.

「The deed is done; let's head back and keep eating. 」

Hearing Lin Yang's words, Zhang Qiling finally came to her senses.

She looked at Lin Yang, saying with a hint of disbelief.

「You just slaughtered all those Fusang people? 」

「I said before, killing them is like slaughtering dogs—what's so hard about that? 」

Saying that, he walked downstairs.

Zhang Qiling looked at Lin Yang's back, pouting her little lips in dissatisfaction.

She let out a sigh and put away her life‑saving charm.

Looks like tonight her life‑saving charm won't be needed.

The idea of having Lin Yang go to her home to set up a formation there was thus dashed.

Having arrived at the downstairs restaurant, Zhang Qiling returned to her seat.

Seeing that the earlier food had been cleared away, she shot Lin Yang a resentful glance.

「It's all your fault, making me spend extra money. 」

Seeing Zhang Qiling blame herself, Lin Yang laughed and said.

「Tonight, even if I treat you. 」

Upon hearing Lin Yang say that, Zhang Qiling immediately said happily.

"Then I'll take a few more."

"Ling'er, I never expected to meet you here."

A voice filled with surprise rang out.

Zhang Qiling looked over, and a woman in a black dress walked over, her face full of surprise.

Behind the woman followed a man in his late twenties.

The man wore Armani, full of confidence.

Seeing the woman, Zhang Qiling also called out happily.

"Yingyue, how did you end up coming to Jinling?"

As she spoke, she looked at the man behind him and showed a smile of realization.

"Turns out, you came here traveling with your man."

She said to the man, "Lao Jia, did you secretly bring Yingyue to Jinling?"

Jia Pingzhen said to Zhang Qiling.

"I was the one who was brought here; she heard there was an exchange meeting in Jinling and came to join the fun."

Upon hearing that, Sun Yingyue let out a cute huff and said to Jia Pingzhen.

"It's still your fault for delaying me, so I didn't get to see."

Then, she took Zhang Qiling's hand and said.

"Ling'er, I heard that at the exchange meeting, a peerless powerhouse suddenly appeared."

"He alone suppressed the four people from Fusang—is that really true?"

Upon hearing Sun Yingyue mention that, Zhang Qiling subconsciously looked toward Lin Yang.

Sun Yingyue followed her gaze and looked at Lin Yang.

But when she saw Lin Yang, she had an expression of realization.

She chuckled and said, "You probably didn't go to the exchange meeting."

"You were probably just busy with other things."

Upon hearing that, Zhang Qiling's cheeks flushed slightly as she said to Sun Yingyue.

"Don't talk nonsense—I did go to the exchange meeting."

Sun Yingyue obviously didn't believe her, and generously extended her hand to Lin Yang, saying.

"My name is Sun Yingyue, I'm Ling'er's best friend, and the guy beside me is my boyfriend."

Lin Yang smiled, shook her hand, and said.

"My name is Lin Yang."

Jia Pingzhen looked Lin Yang up and down and asked.

"Friend, do you know about the exchange meeting they're talking about?"

"I know, and I even attended."

Jia Pingzhen's mouth curled slightly as he said to Lin Yang.

"So that means you're also a Xuánmén Person?"

"I guess so."

Upon hearing Lin Yang say that, Jia Pingzhen showed a look of disdain.

He said to Lin Yang, "Since you're also a Xuánmén Person, I'll speak plainly."

"You're trash, not worthy of Zhang Qiling."

Upon hearing that, Zhang Qiling stared in disbelief at Jia Pingzhen.

Seeing Zhang Qiling's incredulous expression, Jia Pingzhen thought she couldn't believe he was being so blunt.

He said, "Ling'er, we've basically grown up together; I'm doing this for your own good."

"Don't say it's for love."

"This person is too weak; at a glance, his talent is ordinary, not worthy of you."

"Not worthy of me?"

"Ordinary talent?"

"Too weak?"

Zhang Qiling was so shocked by those words that she couldn't close her mouth.

But she had seen Lin Yang take action.

Even without using Formation (Array), killing a mid-Zhù jī cultivator would be as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

Saying his talent is ordinary—if that applies to Lin Yang, what does that make everyone else?

Lin Yang's current cultivation, placed in Modu, would absolutely be among the senior generation's combat strength.

Can that even be called weak?

She felt there was a big misunderstanding.