I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night
Chapter 688 - 400: One Punch to Subdue the Nine Netherworld! One Strike to Break the Inner Realm!_2

Chapter 688: Chapter 400: One Punch to Subdue the Nine Netherworld! One Strike to Break the Inner Realm!_2

But under this sword strike, even Prince Zhen Nan, a God Lord at Creation Peak, possessing three Old God’s Magical Objects and the might equivalent to a Human Martial Saint, felt an incomparably strong sense of threat.

Moreover, the utilization of the blade’s glow—condensing, dispersing, even vanishing—was accomplished with just a thought, an inconceivably high level of mastery.

"The Saint Master, endowed with the Human Clan’s Great Luck, remains unharmed even in such a deadly ambush."

Prince Zhen Nan couldn’t help but express his heartfelt admiration.

Yet as his voice fell, a mocking laugh was heard from the nearby White Ape: "My lord has cultivated tirelessly, practicing day and night for years, to achieve such skill. And you dismiss his efforts as mere Great Luck?"

"Cutting down great enemies this time is true skill, genuine strength, not some stroke of fortunate luck!"

"Constantly talking about Great Luck, ignoring my lord’s years of painstaking cultivation—you’re clearly praising him with hidden mockery!"

"I am well-versed in the Human Clan’s scheming arts; such subtle rhetoric, thinking you can deceive me?"

The Little White Ape stood tall, saying, "So, this is how the Holy Alliance views my lord? Do you truly see my lord as nothing more than a brute blessed by some flicker of luck?"

It snorted coldly, its gaze toward Prince Zhen Nan full of hostility.

Beside it, Prince Zhen Nan’s deputy general along with many elite troops all showed drastic changes in facial expressions.

Normally, if anyone dared speak to the prince so disrespectfully, they would have drawn their blades without hesitation.

But this White Ape happened to be the Great Demon at the Saint Master’s side.

Moreover, it had just saved all their lives.

For the moment, none dared to speak further.

They merely acknowledged that the prince’s earlier words were certainly inappropriate.

"Saint Master, please pardon me, it wasn’t intentional..."

Prince Zhen Nan, upon hearing this, straightened his expression and bowed respectfully toward Lin Yan.

Having gone through this ordeal, the Saint Master remained unharmed, passing his unspoken test in Prince Zhen Nan’s eyes.

He felt assured in his heart that the hope ignited by the Saint Master was no simple bundle of kindling—it was a mighty blazing sun, capable of dispelling the Deceit Night!

Although bowing in courtesy, reflecting on the White Ape’s earlier words made him feel uneasy for some reason.

As his thoughts shifted, his expression grew increasingly complex.

Tireless cultivation, practicing day and night, years of effort?

Years of painstaking fruits of cultivation?

Suddenly, he lifted his head and gazed at the Saint Master with a progressively fervent look.

Lin Yan, upon confirming the other’s identity, did not say much further, merely withdrawing his six-zhang Golden Body and approaching the Martial Saint’s disciple lying before him.

The man was not dead, but his face was ashen.

The Little White Ape’s Yin Yang Qi had corroded his limbs, infiltrating his internal organs.

Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys—all were rotting away bit by bit.

"Prince, do you recognize this man?" Lin Yan asked.

"Refining God Realm Peak?" Prince Zhen Nan stepped forward, his expression slightly changing. "Within the Holy Alliance, such cultivation would place him among the upper echelons, qualifying him to partake in Alliance decisions—not an obscure figure! But this man... I have never seen him!"

"Prince..." At that moment, the deputy general supported by two trusted aides struggled forward, gasping for breath. "The techniques he used earlier—it’s a secret art of the Holy Alliance, the ’One Punch Crushes Nine Netherworld’!"

"Secret art of the Alliance..." Prince Zhen Nan’s face changed repeatedly before he finally muttered in a low voice, "This man is not part of the Holy Alliance, but the one who imparted him this method must be among the Alliance’s high ranks!"

"So it seems not all within the Holy Alliance wish for my role as the Human Race Saint Master to spread the New Technique." Lin Yan’s expression turned cold, his tone icy.

"..." Prince Zhen Nan’s face shifted, his eyes falling on a treasure bottle beside him. He murmured, "The Soul Capturing Bottle?"

"What is it?" Lin Yan glanced at him.

"This object is forged to mimic an Ancient Divine Object, capable of capturing a Primordial Spirit, refining it for one’s own use, and obtaining all of the spirit’s memories and past experiences," Prince Zhen Nan said, his expression fluctuating. "No wonder..."

"No wonder what?" The White Ape leaned closer, speaking inquisitively.

"No wonder I have never seen this man before." After a pause, Prince Zhen Nan explained, "If the Saint Master’s Primordial Spirit were captured, along with the New Technique spanning generations, he could impersonate the Saint Master himself! Even if suspicions arose in the future, so long as he alone mastered the New Technique and had a powerful figure supporting him, the matter... would be difficult to dispute."

"..."

Lin Yan suddenly chuckled and said, "So that’s the case."

Glancing at the so-called Soul Capturing Bottle, he then turned to the Martial Saint’s disciple, asking, "Prince, can you operate the Soul Capturing Bottle to learn about his Primordial Spirit’s secrets?"

Prince Zhen Nan took the Soul Capturing Bottle and was about to act, but suddenly frowned and said, "He’s losing control."

The Martial Saint’s disciple began to sprout scale armor from inside out, even tendrils began growing within his eyes.

His flesh had lost control!

His mind was unclear!

The memories contained in his Primordial Spirit would surely be chaotic.

In such circumstances, if Prince Zhen Nan used the Soul Capturing Bottle to probe his memories, he too would risk being affected, potentially planting the seeds of disorder.

"Then he’s useless."

Lin Yan’s expression turned indifferent. Suddenly, he raised his foot and stomped down.

With a loud boom!

Such a Refining God Realm Martial Artist was crushed underfoot, his head shattered!

"..."

Prince Zhen Nan’s heart trembled, his impression of the Saint Master shifting yet again.

Decisive and ruthless!

After hesitating briefly, he said, "The techniques this man cultivated should be the Holy Alliance’s Profound Yin Divine Skill, along with mastering the ’One Punch Crushes Nine Netherworld’! I will investigate his supporters behind the scenes and give the Saint Master an answer!"

"Can this approach yield results?" asked the Little White Ape.

"Within the Holy Alliance’s upper echelons, those who have grasped Profound Yin Divine Skill are few, and those capable of transmitting ’One Punch Crushes Nine Netherworld’ are even fewer."

Prince Zhen Nan cast his gaze over the countless skeletal remains before him and said, "Moreover, the enemy knows the structure of the Ten Thousand Blood Great Array and has even bestowed the Soul Capturing Bottle."

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