Chapter 109: A Successful Escape

The sudden surge in Lin Yanghao’s power took the three men by surprise, causing them to gasp in unison. One of them exclaimed, "This brat is strange; everyone, be careful."

"It must be an illusion. How could his cultivation base skyrocket so suddenly?"

"Right, that must be it. We almost fell for his trick. Let's attack!"

With that, the three launched another assault on Lin Yanghao. Although he possessed the Divine Strike technique, Lin Yanghao remained cautious; after all, he was facing three elite, talented disciples from their respective sects. Among them, Huang Shan’s "Azure Wave Hands" were formidable, and the other two also possessed their own unique specialties.

Huang Shan sneered, "Kid, you cannot possibly be a match for the three of us. I advise you to concede now; it will save you from physical suffering."

No sooner had he finished speaking than their various techniques descended upon Lin Yanghao. Lin Yanghao did not respond; instead, his hands quickly began to weave a Fireball Technique. In terms of spell manipulation, he was not inferior to the three of them, and his mastery of the Fireball Technique had already reached the pinnacle. Furthermore, the depth of his spiritual energy likely surpassed theirs by miles. Engaging in a battle of techniques against him was an unwise choice.

The three watched Lin Yanghao with mockery, surprised that he was relying on the most basic Fireball Technique. *Very well, let us show you the true power of a high-grade technique!*

"How is he this strong?" After one exchange, they had failed to even graze the hem of his robe, while they themselves had taken several of his massive fireballs.

*Yes! After such a long time, his spiritual energy must be nearly exhausted.*

Refusing to give up, the three launched another offensive. The result, naturally, was predictable: they were repelled once again.

"How is this possible? How can your spiritual energy not be exhausted yet?" Huang Shan asked in disbelief.

Even the ancestor Jing Yun, watching from the sidelines, was deeply shocked. He had never expected Lin Yanghao’s spiritual energy to be this vast—several times that of an ordinary person.

*Just how many secrets does this brat have? Once we return to the Tianwu Sect, I will perform a soul-search on him. Everything he possesses will become my spoils.* As this thought crossed his mind, Le Hao chuckled aloud, drawing attention. However, no one suspected his true intentions, assuming he was simply laughing with joy over winning the sect tournament.

Without any surprises, Lin Yanghao soon won the tournament, becoming the champion of the sect competition.

From this day forward, the name Lin Yanghao would become known; everyone would learn that he had defeated numerous talented disciples. The most dejected person now was Duan Jiude, who had not only lost the tournament but had also forfeited ten thousand mid-grade spirit stones. Now, Duan Jiude faced the dissolution of his sect and endless ridicule. Indeed, the Xulin Sect had finished last in the tournament. According to the rules, the Xulin Sect would henceforth belong to the Tianwu Sect. It was a classic case of losing one's wife and soldiers alike. Duan Jiude felt as if he could die; he had no face to meet the ancestors of his sect.

Once the tournament concluded, Le Hao quickly brought Lin Yanghao back to the Tianwu Sect. The longer this dragged on, the more uneasy Le Hao felt, so he decided it was best to seize the secrets from Lin Yanghao as soon as possible. Le Hao was in such a buoyant mood that one might say he could wake up laughing from his dreams. With the Xulin Sect, the gambling winnings, and now Lin Yanghao’s cultivation techniques and secrets, surely the heavens were aiding the Tianwu Sect. *Just wait! The day we surpass the Lianxin Sect is not far off. Perhaps even standing alongside the Alchemy, Artifact, and Talisman Sects is not an impossibility.*

Le Hao was lost in these excited thoughts, while Lin Yanghao was placed under house arrest immediately upon returning to the Tianwu Sect.

Night fell, and Lin Yanghao prepared to put his plan into motion. As the saying goes, a dark night and a high wind are perfect for murder; it was the right moment to act. It seemed that old fool Le Hao would soon make his move, and if he didn't act now, he would lose his life.

"Get back! Who told you to come out?" As soon as Lin Yanghao stepped outside, the two guards assigned to watch him appeared.

"Fine, I'll go back," Lin Yanghao said, pretending to turn around. In a flash, the Crimson Spirit Sword appeared in his hand. Before the two could react, the sword had pierced their chests.

They died without ever knowing what had happened, killed in a daze by Lin Yanghao. Taking advantage of the fact that no one had yet discovered them, Lin Yanghao disappeared into the night, leaving only their corpses behind.

"Chen Er, it’s terrible! A major incident has occurred!" Not long after, the guards meant to relieve the two men arrived. They found no sign of Lin Yanghao, only two dead bodies.

"Li Feng, what is it? What happened?" The man called Chen Er, alerted by the news, rushed over. Upon seeing the scene, a cold sweat broke out all over him. With Lin Yanghao now escaped, the Sect Master would surely hold them responsible, and they might even lose their heads.

"Lin Yanghao shouldn't have gone far. I will chase him; you go report to the Sect Master immediately. Lin Yanghao has escaped, and we are both in deep trouble." Having said this, Li Feng didn't dare to delay and quickly vanished into the night.

"Sect Master, something terrible has happened," Chen Er panted, his face deathly pale, clearly terrified by the situation.

"What is it? Speak!" Le Hao sensed something was wrong. Chen Er was supposed to be watching Lin Yanghao—had something happened to him? "Has something happened to Lin Yanghao? Tell me!" Le Hao demanded before Chen Er could even finish. He cursed himself: why hadn't he acted on Lin Yanghao immediately? Now his plans were in jeopardy. *Truly, long delays bring many troubles!*

"It's..." Chen Er dared not look up, speaking in a weak voice.

"What about him? Speak!" Le Hao trembled.

"He killed the guards. When Li Feng and I went to change shifts, Lin Yanghao had already escaped." As he finished, Chen Er’s complexion grew worse. He realized that with Lin Yanghao gone, as Li Feng had said, he was surely doomed.

"Go after him! Why are you just standing there!" Le Hao roared, pouring his entire cultivation base into the shout. The power of a Spirit Transformation stage cultivator was fully contained within his voice, and one could see waves of energy rippling outward from his mouth. Chen Er felt as if his eardrums were about to shatter, and the entire Tianwu Sect was instantly engulfed by the sound.