Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 155 - 154: Strength and Ferocity

"Ding."

The Soft Sword in Tian Shuang’s hand hit the ground.

"No."

She looked at Lin Hao with fear, her neck almost choked to the point of asphyxiation. She mustered all her strength to utter that single word, her hands trying to pry Lin Hao’s grip open.

But,

Lin Hao’s hand was like a pair of iron pincers. She struggled with all her might but couldn’t move it an inch.

The strength of one hand!

This was just the strength of one hand!

In the depths of Tian Shuang’s eyes, horror and fear swelled. She felt her life draining away, her legs dangling in the air, thrashing wildly.

Nevertheless, Lin Hao remained unmoved, his grip growing ever tighter.

"Sister Apprentice!"

"Boy, you’re courting death. Let her go! You lowly cur, how dare you lay a hand on my Sister Apprentice?!"

"Sister Apprentice, when you return, you should train harder. To think you couldn’t even beat such a cur."

Yi Lingchuan let out a furious roar. If anything happened to Tian Shuang, he would be skinned alive by Jin Chengdao upon their return.

And in this moment, he too made his move.

In just a few strides, he reached behind Lin Hao and aimed a palm strike at the back of his head:

"Kid, you can die now. After death, if you’re unsatisfied, remember to come looking for me. My name is Yi Lingchuan!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Lin Hao didn’t even turn his head. His figure shifted strangely, brushing past that palm strike.

At the same time, he whipped out his left hand and sent back a palm strike.

"Slap!"

A palm struck Yi Lingchuan’s face so hard it distorted, his head spinning in confusion.

Before he could regain his senses, Lin Hao’s left hand was already on his throat.

Suddenly, Yi Lingchuan’s expression changed.

The arrogance and pride he had was nowhere to be seen, his face turning ashen.

The same tactic.

The same method.

Yi Lingchuan was lifted high.

At this moment, the brother and sister apprentices, both grasped in Lin Hao’s hands, had a deathly pall in the depths of their eyes.

It was not until this moment that they realized the strength of the young man before them.

In his presence, they were mere ants!

They could clearly feel that subduing them took little effort from the other party.

Like swatting flies.

Effortlessly subduing them.

"Please... spare us..." Yi Lingchuan exhausted all his strength, speaking haltingly, "Otherwise, my... master, he won’t... won’t let you off..."

"He won’t let me off? Then you can go down and accompany your master."

Lin Hao interrupted him.

Then, he exerted his grip.

"Crack!"

A sound of breaking bones echoed.

Both Tian Shuang and Yi Lingchuan’s necks deformed, eye expressions turning dead without even a chance to utter a sound. There was no more struggle.

No more chance to struggle.

Ye Liangsi stood five meters away, watching it all unfold.

He had intended to come to their rescue.

But it was too late!

Lin Hao acted swiftly and decisively, giving him no chance to react.

"Young man, do you know whom you’ve killed?" Ye Liangsi took a deep breath; his aged body stood tall in the dark, a killing intent emanating from him.

The killing intent formed a cold breeze that swept through the air.

Lin Hao dropped the two corpses from his hands, not bothering to answer Ye Liangsi’s question—he never replied to the dead.

"What an ignorant youth. I wasn’t nearly as bold when I was your age," lamented Ye Liangsi with a slight shake of his head, "Will you take your own life, or shall I make a move?"

Lin Hao said nothing, stepping forward and walking towards Ye Liangsi, one step at a time.

"Alright, it seems I must make a move. Do you really think that by killing them, you can stand against me?"

"Little fellow, you are still far too naïve."

"What a pity for such a promising young talent. To have this strength at eighteen, honestly, if you hadn’t killed them, perhaps I would have taken you as my disciple."

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"Well, so be it."

Ye Liangsi took out a wooden box from behind him and slowly pushed it open.

Inside the box lay the Cold Blade.

"It just so happens that I acquired a Spirit Sword, let’s see what makes this unique sword among the seven Spiritual Artifacts so special."

Ye Liangsi held the sword in his hand, and a stream of Primordial Qi spread out from his palm, instantly enveloping the Cold Blade.

The seemingly plain Cold Blade now radiated a dazzling golden brilliance on its cyan blade.

"Good sword, indeed a good sword," Ye Liangsi lamented with the sword in hand, then turned to Lin Hao, "Young fellow, to die by the hands of the Spirit Sword and myself can be considered the good fortune of your ancestors."

"Is that so?"

Lin Hao had already approached Ye Liangsi, his eyes fixated on him, devoid of any emotion:

"It is your true honor to die at my hands."

"Big talk, let’s see just how strong you really are."

As the last word dropped, Ye Liangsi made his move. The violent Primordial Qi surging around him seemed to explode outwards, like flames, extremely terrifying.

Grandmaster!

This was a Grandmaster!

His strength was even greater than Jin Chengdao’s!

Combined with the Spirit Sword, his power climbed not just one but several levels. With a single sword strike, Lin Hao felt as if he had suffered Thousand Cuts, an intense pain spreading throughout his body.

His gaze sharpened.

Golden Primordial Qi, unleashed without reservation.

"Whoosh!"

Golden light soared like a dragon, Lin Hao thrust out a palm, clashing with the Spirit Sword.

"Clang!"

The Spirit Sword was as quick as lightning, striking his palm with the clang of steel upon steel.

"Drip-drop."

A drop of blood fell from Lin Hao’s palm.

The Spirit Sword had cut through his palm, he was wounded.

But he seemed to feel nothing, his eyes still locked on Ye Liangsi.

Ye Liangsi’s smug expression, under his gaze, suddenly froze.

Because Lin Hao had grasped the sword.

Ye Liangsi wanted to pull back the sword, but Lin Hao held on tight, completely ignoring the increasingly serious wound on his hand.

"Huff!"

Simultaneously, Lin Hao swung his other hand down like a sledgehammer. Caught off guard, it landed solidly on Ye Liangsi’s chest.

"Thump!"

With a muffled sound, Ye Liangsi staggered back as if severely hit, his grip on the Spirit Sword involuntarily loosening.

"Crazy."

"Must be a madman."

Ye Liangsi stared at Lin Hao with an extremely somber face.

On Lin Hao, he saw a resolve that did not fear death.

Originally, Lin Hao shouldn’t have been his opponent, but the other did not care about getting hurt, possessing an unstoppable momentum.

Even if injured, even if dying, Lin Hao was determined to make Ye Liangsi suffer.

In this world, there were not many who could catch Ye Liangsi’s sword with their bare hands.

But tonight, there was one.

The formidable power, combined with the unstoppable momentum and fierce resolve, made Ye Liangsi afraid.

If this continued, even if he killed Lin Hao, he too would be injured, possibly affecting him for life, perhaps even his lifespan.

The older people get, the more they value their lives, and he was no exception.

After a deep look at the two corpses on the ground, he didn’t want to linger here: "Boy, your life is spared today. The next time we meet, I will surely take your dog life!"

Having said that, Ye Liangsi turned and ran.

Lin Hao did not pursue, just watching as he bled from his palm.

Ye Liangsi ran frantically.

Suddenly, as he was running, he stopped in his tracks.

Two seconds later.

His aged body fell to the ground with a thud.

As he fell, it was clear to see that embedded in his chest was a knife.

And in front of where he had previously stood, there appeared a mysterious figure.

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