Chapter 380 The Formidable Disciple

On the side of Tianqing Sacred Land, laughter broke out as they watched Chen Fei throw the demon and evil cultivators into disarray with just a few well-placed provocations.

Though his tactics were somewhat unorthodox, the results were undeniably effective!

Meanwhile, the evil cultivators and demon cultivators were furious.

Tian Zhen, already displeased with Chen Fei, smashed a rock beside him with a slap.

“Bastard! That arrogant brat is acting like we don’t even exist!”

Even Yan Wujiu furrowed his brows.

Chen Fei’s strength was indeed troublesome. They had come well-prepared and had kept many strong aces hidden, each with specific targets in mind. But Chen Fei’s sudden appearance had thrown their entire strategy into chaos.

“No matter. Fate techniques are ever-changing,” Yan Wujiu muttered, then turned and said calmly:

“Linlang, you go.”

A tall, slender young man slowly rose from the crowd.

He looked like a refined noble, with a calm and graceful demeanor that greatly resembled Yan Wujiu’s.

“Yes, Master.”

His words drew the attention of everyone around.

Even among the evil cultivators, very few knew that Linlang was Yan Wujiu’s disciple. Tian Zhen squinted slightly at Linlang, his thoughts unreadable.

Linlang, completely unfazed by the attention, stepped directly onto the Yixian Platform.

“Greetings, Junior Brother Chen,” Linlang said gently.

Though he looked pale and frail, as if suffering from chronic illness, his elegance and poise more than made up for it—he exuded a noble air.

Chen Fei narrowed his eyes.

To outsiders, Linlang may not appear threatening, but Chen Fei could feel it—this man was dangerous.

“I am Linlang, third disciple under Sect Master Yan,” Linlang introduced himself, folding his fan politely.

“To fight you here is perhaps unfair to you. But to be honest, this entire Yixian Platform… I’m the one who discovered it in an ancient forbidden zone.”

Chen Fei’s eyes sharpened.

Linlang’s words were spoken with disarming honesty, not at all like a typical evil cultivator. But the more polite he acted, the more cautious Chen Fei became.

Outside the platform…

Mu Yun Su stood up suddenly, eyes fixed on Linlang.

“It’s him.”

“You recognize him?” Liu Xu asked, puzzled.

“Once called a once-in-a-millennium genius among evil cultivators— Guangling!”

“Guangling?! I thought he died long ago!” Liu Xu was shocked.

Mu Yun Su’s brow tightened.

“He reincarnated. Some people can change their bodies, but their aura never changes. This time, it looks like they’re taking things seriously.”

Her words silenced the group.

A prodigy like Guangling would only become more terrifying after reincarnation. Those who knew his reputation understood—beneath that scholarly, elegant mask was a lunatic in battle.

Though Chen Fei knew none of this, his instincts screamed danger.

He summoned the Wufeng Greatsword with a flick of his finger.

“If that’s the case, I look forward to exchanging pointers.”

“Likewise,” Linlang replied, a twisted smile appearing on his pale, sickly face.

Chen Fei’s hairs stood on end. In a flash, he dodged to the side.

Back among the spectators, disciples of Tianqing Sacred Land remained overly confident.

“The demons must be scared of Chen Fei, to send out a guy who looks like he’s one foot in the grave!”

“Ten moves. That’s all this guy will last.”

They were all optimistic.

But Chen Fei was not.

He felt as if invisible eyes were constantly watching his back, putting him on edge.

“Junior Brother Chen,” Linlang said as he snapped open his fan,

“why don’t you take a look at my Painting Realm?”

As he spoke, thick black mist poured out from the fan, enveloping the entire arena in an instant.

A chorus of ghostly howls followed. Amid the black fog, Linlang stood tall in his snow-white robes—eerily majestic.

Chen Fei looked around and saw a world filled with skeletal remains. The arena had completely vanished. Darkness stretched across the ground like a nightmare.

“Aargh!”

With a piercing shriek, massive heads began to appear, one after another.

“Soul attacks?” Chen Fei immediately recognized them. These were spiritual assaults aimed at the consciousness—extremely troublesome unless one had reached the Human Martial Realm, where they could anchor their spirit to their true essence.

Chen Fei slashed with his Wufeng Sword, slicing through the heads—but they merely phased through and struck him.

He trembled slightly but regained his composure quickly.

Linlang clearly had no intention of defeating him with just one attack. A single ghost head wasn’t much, but what about several at once?

Chen Fei realized the only way out was to tear through the formation entirely.

He tightened his grip on the sword, raised two fingers into a sword sign, and pointed:

“Palm Thunder!”

Crackling arcs of thunder ripped through the spectral heads—but no matter how many he destroyed, more would appear instantly.

“A domain?” Chen Fei muttered.

He understood—this was Linlang’s personal domain, a realm constructed within the Painting World.

“Looks like you noticed,” Linlang reappeared before him, his graceful figure looking out of place amidst the hellish backdrop.

Chen Fei didn’t waste time. With a surge of internal force, he raised his sword and unleashed:

“Heaven Splitter!”

The longer this dragged on, the more dangerous it became.

The swordlight shot straight toward Linlang.

Linlang didn’t dodge. The blade pierced his body cleanly—but his pale face remained smiling:

“You truly are extraordinary, Junior Brother. How amusing. I haven’t met anyone this interesting in years.”

Even with half his body destroyed, Linlang kept smiling.

“If I devour someone as interesting as you… won’t it be even more fun?”

With those words, the remaining half of his body was shredded by the sword.

But Chen Fei frowned.

The attack had no real effect. On the contrary, even more ghost heads were now appearing around him.

“Looks like I’ll need to get serious,” Chen Fei muttered.

His eyes turned hollow, and a strange force began emanating from him.

In his mind, the image from the dream in the Cage World surfaced—

The sword tearing the skies apart, the Celestial Palace looming, and those cold-eyed immortals staring down at him.

All of Chen Fei’s rage… was poured into this one sword.

“This sword… will turn the heavens upside down.”

As he spoke, the entire world began to violently tremble.