Chapter 115: The Nascent Soul Battle of the Core Formation

"Big Brother, I know who he is now. He is Le Wu," Zeng Quan whispered into Lin Yanghao’s ear, having finally deduced the identity of the figure in the black robe.

"Le Wu? Is he very powerful?" Lin Yanghao asked, puzzled. He had never heard of anyone by that name in the cultivation world before.

"Big Brother, although his cultivation level is not quite up to par with his brother Le Hao's, he is already at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. You tell me if that’s powerful or not."

Lin Yanghao felt a pang of trepidation. He was only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, while his opponent was at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul. The gap in their strength was vast. While he was confident he could remain undefeated against anyone below the Nascent Soul realm, he truly had no certainty when facing one.

Lin Yanghao’s eyes narrowed slightly.

In an instant, ten Foundation Establishment disciples appeared nearby. They clearly came with ill intentions and were affiliated with that old thief, Le Wu. Dealing with the old thief himself was already beyond him, and now ten more petty thieves had arrived. What a disaster!

*If I can't handle the old thief Le Wu, am I really going to be afraid of you lot? I’ll start by cutting you down first!*

Lin Yanghao sneered and unleashed his "Ghostly Wanderer Steps," instantly darting toward the ten Foundation Establishment disciples. Watching such a peculiar movement technique, Le Wu was secretly amazed. For some reason, the footwork felt oddly familiar. If Lin Yanghao had known what Le Wu was thinking, he would have scoffed, "It’s a treasure from your own family, of course it looks familiar, you idiot."

Just as Le Wu prepared to intervene, it was already too late. Lin Yanghao’s movements were swift and agile; in a few moments, five or six of the Foundation Establishment disciples lay dead at his hands. Le Wu’s speed was ultimately no match for Lin Yanghao’s.

The turn of events caused Le Wu’s expression to shift. It seemed Lin Yanghao’s reputation was well-deserved; he was by no means comparable to an ordinary Golden Core cultivator. Le Wu dared not harbor any further contempt.

"Sect Master, save us..." Before the words could leave his lips, the Red Spirit Sword in Lin Yanghao’s hand had already pierced through his chest.

It turned out that after Le Hao’s physical body had been destroyed, he had sought a new vessel and needed time to recover his strength, so he had passed the position of Sect Master to his younger brother, Le Wu. Seeing his brother in such a state and hearing that the culprit was nothing more than a fledgling who had just reached the Golden Core stage, Le Wu had come seeking revenge.

*This Ghostly Wanderer technique, what genius created such a marvelous art?* Lin Yanghao had only mastered it to the minor completion stage; he dared not imagine how monstrous it would be at full mastery. He had slain seven of Le Wu’s disciples, yet Le Wu had failed to even get within reach of him.

Zeng Quan watched from the side, silently marveling. *Could Lin Yanghao actually be capable of defeating a Nascent Soul cultivator? If so, he could no longer be described as a monster or a freak—he was simply defying the heavens!*

The remaining three disciples were already paralyzed with terror.

"Boy, what kind of skill is it to only kill the juniors? If you have the guts, come and fight me," Le Wu goaded, having run out of other ways to handle Lin Yanghao.

Lin Yanghao sneered, "Does your Heavenly Martial Sect consist entirely of shameless people like you? You call them juniors, but what does that make me? I am significantly younger than them."

"Age is irrelevant to us cultivators; those who are more capable come first," Le Wu replied, finally grasping at a very weak justification.

"Capable come first? Your grandmother!" With that, the Red Spirit Sword appeared in Lin Yanghao's hand.

The remaining three Foundation Establishment disciples had long since fled far away. Why stay and offer their heads to Lin Yanghao?

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

With three thunderous sounds, Lin Yanghao relied on the agility and speed of his Ghostly Wanderer Steps to land every strike of his Red Spirit Sword directly onto Le Wu.

"You audacious brat!" Le Wu roared in fury. When had he ever suffered such humiliation, let alone at the hands of a mere junior like Lin Yanghao? "You will die today!"

Le Wu, completely enraged, charged at Lin Yanghao, brandishing a long silver sword. Bizarrely, the blade instantly expanded several times in size, its edge shimmering with an intermittent, ominous blood-red light. It slammed toward Lin Yanghao.

A wave of intense killing intent surged forward, nearly suffocating Lin Yanghao. It clearly emanated from the blade itself. He shuddered to think how many lives had been taken to condense such terrifying malice. A deep wariness took root in his heart.

*Boom! Boom!*

The blade struck twice in quick succession. Lin Yanghao desperately channeled his Ghostly Wanderer Steps to dodge, leaving two deep trenches where the blade had landed. Cold sweat broke out across his brow. The Nascent Soul realm was indeed incomparable to the Golden Core realm; it was truly formidable.

If not for his Ghostly Wanderer Steps today, he feared he would have been left behind permanently.

"Go to hell, boy! Today you shall be the sacrifice for my Blood Shadow Sword!" As he spoke, the long sword, known as Blood Shadow, split into several beams of crimson light, slashing toward Lin Yanghao.

Even with his agile footwork, Lin Yanghao could not possibly dodge all of the crimson beams at once.

"Bing Xiao, it’s your turn to step up again." Once again, just like before, Bing Xiao was hauled out by Lin Yanghao to serve as a human shield before he could even grasp the situation.

"What?" Le Wu’s body trembled, his face a mask of confusion. *What is this thing that just appeared? My pride and joy, the Blood Shadow, hasn't caused it a bit of harm?* The blow to Le Wu’s confidence was immense.

"Old thing, go to hell!" Taking advantage of Le Wu’s moment of shock, Lin Yanghao channeled his Divine Strike Art, pouring every ounce of spiritual energy from his dantian into one final, all-out strike directed at Le Wu’s head.

Before Le Wu could react, Lin Yanghao’s palm had already struck his skull. Le Wu died without even knowing what hit him, his eyes wide in eternal confusion.

Lin Yanghao collapsed heavily to the ground. It had been a gamble—a desperate gamble between life and death—and he had won. The remaining three Foundation Establishment disciples had long since fled in terror.

"Big Brother, you are incredible! How did you do that?" Zeng Quan said, trembling with excitement. He had already resigned himself to death, never believing Lin Yanghao could stand a chance against Le Wu. Yet, Lin Yanghao had triumphed, and Le Wu had met a tragic end at his hands.

After a long while, Lin Yanghao finally pulled himself up from the ground. The battle had exhausted him entirely. Naturally, he did not forget to retrieve Le Wu’s storage ring. A Nascent Soul cultivator—surely it must contain quite a few treasures, right?