Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

The three seals that originally bound him began to crack under the impact of this power!
"Break it for me!"

Lin Che looked up to the sky and roared, his voice resounding through the starry sky.

In an instant, Lin Che slammed his fist into the ground, the enormous impact causing the entire planet to tremble.

The three seals finally shattered under the impact of this power!

Yuan Power, vitality, and physical strength returned instantly, and Lin Che's aura surged dramatically, far exceeding what it had been before.

Lin Che subconsciously clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Now, it's your turn!"

However, just as Lin Che was about to slaughter all the cultivators in the area, two figures suddenly appeared in front of him and struck him directly in the chest with a palm strike.

The two people in charge were a child and a woman in a red Taoist robe. Both of them had reached the mid-stage of the Void Spirit realm.

It was the Cold Clothes Boy and Consort Lan from outside the boundary.

Lin Che wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked coldly at the two people in front of him, and said indifferently, "A sneak attack from behind, it's really despicable."

"Hehehe, fellow Daoist, you flatter us. We arrived a long time ago, but seeing you killing so heartily, we didn't want to disturb you."

The boy in the cold clothes played with the jade thumb ring on his finger, a sinister smile on his face that was incongruous with his age.

"Shameless? In this realm beyond, survival and obtaining opportunities are paramount. What's the point of talking about face? You've killed so many cultivators from beyond the realm. If you don't leave your life today, no one can protect you!"

Consort Lan gently waved the round fan in her hand, the peony pattern on the fan surface glowing with an eerie red light under the starlight, her voice soft and charming but hiding murderous intent.

"Fellow Daoist Lin is quite skilled. He used his late-stage Nirvana cultivation to terrify even Void Spirit cultivators, and he was able to break through the seal that sealed the clan's extinction."

"Unfortunately, no matter how strong you are, you can't defeat the two of us working together. The strength of the mid-stage Void Spirit Realm is not something you can contend with."

Lin Che chuckled, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the Blood God Sword re-condensed in his palm, its scarlet light making his eyes even colder.

"So what if you're in the mid-stage of the Void Spirit realm? Those two early-stage Void Spirit realm cultivators just now also became my victims. You think you can defeat me by joining forces? You'll just end up with a couple more corpses."

"Insanity!"

The boy in cold clothes frowned, and a bone-chilling cold aura suddenly rose from his body, causing ice crystals to instantly condense in the surrounding void.

"Today I will show you the difference between the mid-stage and early-stage Void Spirit realms!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Cold-Clad Boy pointed his fingertip, and countless ice spikes shot towards Lin Che like a torrential rain. Each ice spike contained the chilling energy that could freeze Yuan Qi. If hit, even a Void Nirvana cultivator would be instantly frozen.

Lan Fei's figure flickered, turning into several afterimages. With a wave of her fan, countless pink petals drifted out, seemingly beautiful, but carrying a deadly poison and corrosive power, silently wrapping around Lin Che's vital points.

The two, one at a distance and the other at close range, one attacking and the other defending, cooperated extremely well, clearly having worked together against enemies for many years.

Lin Che's eyes narrowed, and the Blood God Sword unleashed a blood-red light screen, blocking all the ice spikes and petals.

But the attacks from the Cold Clothes Boy and Consort Lan came one after another.

The Cold-Clad Child slammed his palm into the ground, and a huge ice wall rose up, blocking Lin Che's retreat. Taking advantage of the situation, Lan Fei circled around behind Lin Che and suddenly unleashed a pink wind blade from her fan, aiming straight for Lin Che's back.

"Is that all you've got?" Lin Che sneered, suddenly pushing off with his feet and rising abruptly to avoid the wind blades. At the same time, the Blood God Sword unleashed a massive crimson blade of light, slashing towards the ice wall.

With a loud crack, the ice wall shattered, but the Cold-Clad Child had already teleported in front of Lin Che, his palm gathering dense frost as he slapped towards Lin Che's head.

Just at this critical moment, a deafening battle cry suddenly came from afar, and countless streaks of light rushed in from the depths of the starry sky, like a dazzling galaxy.

The leading cultivator, clad in blue armor, pointed his spear directly at Han Yi Tong Zi and Lan Fei, shouting fiercely, "You out-of-bounds villains, how dare you attack cultivators from my Cloud Sea Star Region!"

Han Yi Tong Zi and Lan Fei's expressions changed drastically. They turned around and saw tens of thousands of cultivators dressed in uniform armor had arrived, densely packed behind Lin Che. Each cultivator exuded an extremely powerful aura, including many experts at the early stage of the Void Nirvana realm and even the Void Spirit realm.

Lin Che looked at the Yunhai Star Domain cultivators who suddenly appeared behind him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, followed by a cold smile.

Turning to the ashen-faced boy in cold clothes and Consort Lan, he said with a heavy sarcasm, "Now, do you think you can still kill me?"

Upon seeing the suddenly appearing cultivator, the Cold-Clothed Boy's face turned ashen. "So it was you, Redwood Boy!"

Hongshanzi nodded and smiled slightly, "I haven't gone on a killing spree for nearly ten thousand years. I've only just arrived here, and I didn't expect you ants to be so presumptuous."

The boy in cold clothes stared at Lin Che's location, almost going mad, and roared: "Damn beast, if you hadn't suddenly appeared, how could these ants have gotten what they wanted!"

"All of you, listen to my command! Kill this beast at all costs! Whoever slays him will be rewarded with a Void Nirvana Magic Treasure!"

The roar of the Cold-Clothed Child echoed in the starry sky. The cultivators from outside the realm, who were already intimidated by the appearance of the Cloud Sea Star Region's reinforcements, now had their eyes rekindled with greed upon hearing about the reward of the Void Nirvana Treasure, and they all surrounded Lin Che.

Lin Che sneered, the Blood God Sword hummed in his palm, and the scarlet light illuminated his entire body in a blood red hue.

"You want to kill me for a magic weapon? First, ask the sword in my hand if it agrees!"

Before he could finish speaking, a figure suddenly darted out from the crowd, holding an ancient longsword, and slashed straight at Lin Che's face.

Lin Che's eyes narrowed.

The newcomer was none other than the Nanzhao monk who had previously escaped by chance but was now blinded by greed!

Having survived his injuries thanks to a protective magic item, he rushed forward without hesitation when he saw an opportunity to seize the reward.

"Lin Che! Today is your death day!"

The Nanzhao monk roared, gathering all his spiritual power on his longsword, which shone brightly with a power that could tear through the void.

Lin Che glanced at him disdainfully, his footwork shifting as he dodged the blade's edge like a ghost, while simultaneously unleashing the Blood God Sword.

"You can't even learn how to die, yet you dare to come here to die?"

The crimson blade flashed like lightning. The Nanzhao monk's pupils contracted sharply, but it was too late to dodge.

With a soft "whoosh," the Blood God Sword easily pierced through his protective magic weapon, splitting his body in two.

This time, Lin Che gave him no chance. He gathered a killing intent at his fingertips and directly crushed his remnant soul, completely cutting off any possibility of his resurrection.

"The Venerable Master of Nanzhao!"

Seeing this, the boy in the cold clothes trembled with anger, yet he was helpless. (End of Chapter)