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Chapter 1488 1489: The Emperor's Might

Lin Yifan, like a spirit, always manages to escape their clutches, severely denting their confidence.

Seeing the various sect leaders panting heavily, Lin Yifan lightly asked, "Is that all you've got? If so, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Arrogant, who gave you the courage to despise others here?"

"What? Not satisfied? How about trying again?" Lin Yifan provocatively asked.

"Damn it! Do you think we're afraid?"

"It's not that you're afraid, but that you don't have the capability!"

Lin Yifan's lips curled into a smile, having already gauged these people's strength.

"Damn it! Looking for death!"

The elders of various sects couldn't bear it any longer and charged forward, trying their best to slay Lin Yifan.

This time, Lin Yifan wouldn't let them, thus he roared in anger, "Scram!"

Despite just uttering a single word, it contains a mystery of martial arts, capable of killing invisibly.

Thus, the charging elders of various sects were sent flying backward, and those with lower realms directly vomited blood and died, terrifyingly.

Afterward, the elders of the various sects looked at each other in dismay.

They had just endured an intense sonic attack, deafening and causing headaches, with their insides trembling violently.

This was Lin Yifan's current strength, which they have now witnessed.

Lin Yifan has indeed advanced to the peak of the True Master Fifth Realm; he is not a match for sect leaders, forcing them to call for the sect leader to deal with this brat.

Actually, there was no need for them to call, as the sect leaders of various sects were nearby.

They had long heard and hurried over, but the reason for not intervening was to see how strong Lin Yifan had become.

After watching, they had a rough idea.

Lin Yifan's current strength is not inferior to his master, the Medicine Saint, nor to the Pope of the Western Bloodsucking Sect, genuinely having one foot in the Immortal Realm—thanks primarily to the help of Immortal Level Martial Arts.

Lin Yifan is really not to be trifled with now; they even think Lin Yifan is more troublesome than Medicine Saint, the Shadow Organization's Emperor, and the Bloodsucking Sect's Pope; for a moment, they're unsure whether to act or not.

After all, they are not what they used to be, not only having fewer numbers but also suffering from old injuries, their state far less than before.

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Without acting, the Immortal Ring won't be yours, so the fight must go on.

Thus, sect leaders of various sects jumped in and began to besiege Lin Yifan.

Lin Yifan actually managed to provoke the sect leaders of various sects to act, causing those cultivators who once fought and contended for treasures with Lin Yifan to feel ashamed.

Lin Yifan took only a few years to catch up with their supreme sect leaders, truly not of the same grade.

"Sigh! Comparing oneself to others is to court death!"

"If only the sect leaders of various sects hadn't let that brat go two years ago, regardless of whether he knew the whereabouts of the Peerless Treasure."

"Exactly! If this child is not eliminated, he will surely be a major threat in the future, and now it has really come true."

"What's the use of saying so much? Things have happened already; better to think about how to get through this obstacle!"

"Hopefully, the sect leaders of various sects can kill this brat and restore our dignity, avenge our fallen brethren."

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Many cultivators hate Lin Yifan, after all, last year Lin Yifan used trickery to make them go to annihilate the Shadow Organization and the Western Bloodsucking Sect. For this, they paid a heavy price, suffering great losses, nowhere as glorious as they once were.

Furthermore, the painful memories of last year are still vivid, they will never forget the scenes of their brothers and sisters being brutally killed by cultivators mutated from two foreign cultivation organizations.

So they hate Lin Yifan, hoping Lin Yifan will be killed this instant.

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The sect leaders of various sects had already descended onto the battlefield, staring deadly at the center where Lin Yifan stood, their eyes showing no trace of mercy.

Last year, it was this brat who used trickery to lure them into a trap, making them pay a heavy price, later robbing the hard-earned Yellow Immortal Ring from them, so today they must kill Lin Yifan.

"Brat! Give your life!"

The sect leaders of various sects roared and in the next moment, charged out, forming a siege.

"Hmph!"

Lin Yifan snorted coldly, still fearless.

Not to mention sect leaders have old injuries, even if they came in their best state, he would still be unfazed.

This is because he has numerous Immortal Commandment Martial Arts and also possesses Immortal Holy Water, these people can't kill him.

The fierce battle has begun, today, he will let these people witness the peerless skills he has acquired over the years.

First, he used the long-lost "Witchcraft Palm," allowing these old friends to recall the vicious ruthlessness of the Witchcraft True Master from those days.

"Bang bang bang!"

Those with weapons clashed weapons, and those without matched palms.

Soon, one of the sect leaders was hit, afflicted with a deadly toxin.

"Ah!!" He clutched his palm, crying out in pain.

The crowd saw the black palm imprint on his hand and couldn't help but be shocked: "This... this is the long-lost 'Witchcraft Palm'!"

"What! Such heartless martial arts still exist? Wasn't it said that the Witchcraft True Master was killed by the sect leaders of various sects?"

Many couldn't believe their eyes upon witnessing such a result; it was truly horrifying.

"Why does this brat have the 'Witchcraft Palm'? Could he be the disciple of the Witchcraft True Master?"

"No wonder you dare to plot against even your master; turns out you're from the sinister path."

"The so-called Orthodox Sect is nothing but greedy ghosts envious of others, heartlessly immoral."

Lin Yifan publicly retorted, exposing the ugly side of various sects without giving them any face.

"You... you actually dare to mock us?"

The sect leaders of various sects trembled with anger, desperately wanting to cut down this heinous brat Lin Yifan.

"What? Did I touch on the sore spot?" Lin Yifan asked with a laugh.

"You're courting death!"

The sect leaders of various sects could bear it no longer, anyone could criticize them, but Lin Yifan could not; he simply didn't deserve it, being just a brat, what for?

"I think the ones courting death are you guys!"

In the next moment, Lin Yifan drew the Emperor's Sword of North Mysterious Immortal, aweing everyone.

Feeling the imperial aura emanating from the weapon, all the sect leaders present felt fear and simultaneously a desire to worship.

This was an irresistible force from the heart, truly intimidated by the sharp sword light and terrifying aura.

What kind of peerless weapon is this? How have they never seen or heard of it?

"The Dragon Patterned Sword Hilt, Dragon Scale Sword Body, twin dragons entwined, swallowing the heavens and earth. It is said this is the North Mysterious Immortal's life-bound weapon!"