Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal-Chapter 286 - 228: Utterly Vulnerable—Instantly Slaying Two Nascent Soul Tributors
"Kid, hand over the White Fox nicely and this will be over. Otherwise—"
The Black-faced Tributor glared angrily at Lin Chang’sheng.
He actually had some impression of this Lin Chang’sheng.
This guy was the freak who’d reached the peak of the Refining God Ladder.
Even though he’d also just broken through to the Nascent Soul Stage, the Black-faced Tributor firmly believed the kid had barely made it and his cultivation wasn’t anything to worry about.
If he knew Lin Chang’sheng had already killed Jiu Wushang and Nie Buping, who knows if he’d still dare to act so arrogantly right now.
"Or what? You gonna kill me and snatch the fox?"
Lin Chang’sheng scoffed dismissively.
Never mind two Early Stage Nascent Soul Tributors—even if Ding Changhai, the Hall Master of the Yin Yang Hall, showed up, he still wouldn’t be any threat to Lin Chang’sheng.
"If you’re so eager to die, then my brother and I will oblige you!"
The Black-faced Tributor’s eyes flashed with murderous intent—he was ready to strike.
Teaming up with his younger brother to take down Lin Chang’sheng shouldn’t be much trouble.
If they pulled it off, maybe the Sect Leader would even reward them handsomely.
"Big Brother, don’t get careless. This one’s not simple!"
The White-faced Tributor warned his brother.
The Black-faced Tributor gave a slight nod, signaling the Golden Core Elders to step forward first and test Lin Chang’sheng’s strength.
The five Golden Core Elders behind the two exchanged uneasy looks.
Fight a Nascent Soul powerhouse?
That’s straight-up sending them to die!
But under the intimidating pressure of the Black and White Tributors, the five Elders really didn’t have a choice.
So they all summoned their magical treasures and charged at Lin Chang’sheng.
"Utterly clueless!"
Lin Chang’sheng snorted. Hell, he’d already killed Jiu Wushang and Nie Buping—Sect Leaders of their own sects—so a few Golden Core Cultivators were just dead men walking.
He casually pressed a palm forward, slamming out the Thousand Corpses Hand Seal.
The hand seal’s range was massive, instantly covering all five Yin Yang Hall Elders.
It was like a gigantic Five-finger Mountain Range was about to smash them into the ground.
"Wait, isn’t that a Corpse King Sect technique? How does this kid know it?"
"Don’t tell me the fall of the Corpse King Sect and the rest was his doing?"
"Impossible. How could he possibly kill Nie Buping?"
"Run, quick—get the hell out of here!"
The five Golden Core Elders stared wide-eyed at the giant palm crushing toward them, all their fighting spirit gone.
Golden Core Cultivators against a Nascent Soul powerhouse? That’s a suicide mission.
And now Lin Chang’sheng was unleashing the Corpse King Sect’s most brutal attack—no way could they handle that.
By now, it was too late to run.
The crushing palm slammed into their backs, smashing them to the ground, blood spurting from their mouths and their meridians shattered—dead in an instant.
With a single move, Lin Chang’sheng wiped out the Yin Yang Hall’s five Golden Core Elders.
The Black and White Tributors both frowned at the scene.
"Useless trash!"
Even so, the two weren’t willing to admit defeat, thinking the five Golden Core Elders were just too weak.
With a furious shout, the pair spread out—one left, one right—charging at Lin Chang’sheng.
Both whipped out Upper Grade Treasures and launched full-powered attacks.
The Black-faced Tributor’s weapon was a black curved saber, shrouded in black mist and looking devilishly sinister.
The White-faced Tributor’s was a Three-foot Cyan Peak sword, and when swung, it tore through space with a sharp howl—you could see just how razor-sharp that blade was.
"What, your Yin Yang Hall is so broke that even the Tributors only get Upper Grade Treasures?"
Lin Chang’sheng sounded genuinely surprised.
"Cocky brat! Spirit Treasures aren’t that easy to come by! Eat this!"
The Black-faced Tributor snapped, getting more and more pissed at Lin Chang’sheng.
If Spirit Treasures were so easy to get, he wouldn’t still be using an Upper Grade Treasure himself.
In the whole Yin Yang Hall, only Sect Leader Ding Changhai had a Lower Grade Spirit Treasure.
"Then let me show you what real power looks like!"
Lin Chang’sheng didn’t plan to play around—no need to risk getting ambushed by their tricks.
After all, people from the Demon Evil Sea all used some damn weird techniques.
One slip and you’d be stuck with injuries that couldn’t be healed.
As soon as he finished speaking, he brought out the Upper Grade Spirit Treasure, the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber.
The moment the blade appeared, a thick, suffocating scent of blood burst out, centered on Lin Chang’sheng and spreading for hundreds of feet all around.
"What the..."
The Black-faced Tributor’s pupils went wide when he saw the Spirit Treasure in Lin Chang’sheng’s hand.
They couldn’t even get their hands on a Lower Grade Spirit Treasure, and this kid already had an Upper Grade one?
Just how much damn luck had this punk had?
"Die!"
Without another word, Lin Chang’sheng swept the saber sideways, and a blood-red Blade Aura slashed toward the two Tributors.
The Black-faced Tributor felt the force of the Blade Aura and dodged immediately.
But the White-faced Tributor didn’t buy it—he wanted to take Lin Chang’sheng’s attack head-on.
Boom—
With a deafening roar, the magical artifact in the White-faced Tributor’s hand was sliced clean in half. The Blade Aura cut down like splitting wood, tearing the Tributor into two bloody pieces in midair—dead on the spot.
"Little Brother—!"
Seeing his brother taken out in one hit, the Black-faced Tributor’s eyes went red with rage.
He never expected Lin Chang’sheng to be so monstrously strong.
One swing was enough to kill a Nascent Soul Tributor?
Now he finally realized he wasn’t even close to being Lin Chang’sheng’s match. If he wanted revenge for his little brother, only the Sect Leader might stand a chance.
"Trying to run?"
The moment the Black-faced Tributor turned to flee, Lin Chang’sheng locked on, releasing Divine Sense at the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator Level, suppressing him instantly.
It slowed him down drastically.
"No... No way..."
The Black-faced Tributor was utterly horrified. Lin Chang’sheng not only had an Upper Grade Spirit Treasure, but also Divine Sense at the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator Level?
What the hell is this guy’s background? What tricks does he still have up his sleeve?
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
While the Black-faced Tributor was pinned in place by Lin Chang’sheng’s Divine Sense, several streaks of light shot across the sky from afar.
The newcomers were Hall Master Ding Changhai and two other Sect Leaders.
"S-Sect Leader, help me—!"
At the sight of Ding Changhai, the Black-faced Tributor shouted for help at once.
Praying Ding Changhai would save him.
Splurt—
But before the words even left his mouth, Lin Chang’sheng blurred over and drove his saber through the guy’s heart, killing him on the spot.
The Black-faced Tributor probably never thought, right up until he died, that his arrogance would cost him and the five Golden Core Elders their lives.
If they’d just turned and run at the sight of Lin Chang’sheng, he might not even have bothered to chase them down.
Arrogance always comes with a price.
And for the Black and White Tributors, that price was way too high.
Buzz—
The two Nascent Souls shot out from the Black and White Tributors’ corpses.
But before they got a hundred feet, Lin Chang’sheng summoned the Myriad Soul Banner, sucking them straight inside.
"Stop!"
By the time Lin Chang’sheng had taken their Nascent Souls into the Myriad Soul Banner, Ding Changhai and the others finally made it over.
Ding Changhai was certain Lin Chang’sheng had already seen him.
Yet he still dared to kill the Hall’s Tributors—even after seeing him. That was a straight-up slap in the face.
"Sorry, Sect Leader Ding, but you’re just too late!"
Lin Chang’sheng casually tossed out the remark, then helped himself to the corpses of the Tributors and five Golden Core Elders, stashing them all in his Storage Bag.
The sight nearly made Ding Changhai cough blood in rage.
This kid really acted like Ding Changhai was nothing to him.
