Oh my god! The goddess secretly gave birth to three obedient daughters for me-Chapter 858 - 878: Persisting in Error

"In your dreams!"

Lin Yi cursed furiously, before flipping his palms suddenly, then a longsword hovered above the center of his palms.

The longsword was cyan-blue, engraved with numerous strange symbols, appearing extremely terrifying.

"You are a sword cultivator!"

Seeing the longsword in Lin Yi’s hands, Zhao Deming’s pupils contracted sharply.

"Lin Yi, I admit, I’m not as smart as you, but I’m not stupid either. Your tricks won’t affect me, so you might as well surrender obediently!"

"I can spare your life!"

"Hahaha..."

Lin Yi laughed loudly towards the sky. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Lin Yi, what are you laughing at?"

"Do you think you’ve won? Don’t forget, I am a disciple of the Refining Sect. The Refining Sect is not something you can compare with!"

"The Refining Sect is a Three-Star Sect, and here, the Sect Master of the Refining Sect is a being at the Spirit Emperor Realm! What do you have to fight him with?"

Zhao Deming’s face was full of mockery.

"I told you, you don’t understand my methods!"

"Since you don’t understand, then let me show you what real Artifact Refining techniques are like!"

Lin Yi’s voice was cold, and murderous intent burst forth from his eyes.

In the next instant, the cyan-blue longsword transformed into a radiant light and directly entered Lin Yi’s glabella.

"This..."

Seeing this scene, Zhao Deming was momentarily stunned.

Because he discovered that there was an ancient seal in Lin Yi’s glabella!

"What, what’s going on?"

Zhao Deming asked somewhat dumbfounded.

"Brother Zhao, once you see this swordsmanship of mine, you will naturally understand everything."

"Now, it’s time for you to die!"

Lin Yi’s gaze was stern as he stared at Zhao Deming, and his figure gradually began to fade.

"Lin Yi!"

"No... don’t go!"

Watching Lin Yi’s figure gradually fading, Zhao Deming’s face was filled with intense pain.

"Brother Zhao, this is the last time I will call you ’brother’ because I am sending you to Hell!"

"Whoosh!"

As Lin Yi’s voice sounded, the next instant, the vanished figure condensed once again.

"Boom!"

Arcs of electricity flickered in his palms.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Deming shuddered all over and immediately bit the tip of his tongue, spraying a mouthful of blood onto the cyan-blue longsword.

The cyan-blue longsword immediately burst forth with dazzling, captivating light.

Meanwhile, Zhao Deming bit his index finger and drew a blood-red scar on his forehead.

Blood flowed, trickling down Zhao Deming’s cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

"Splash!"

A layer of blood mist spread out from Zhao Deming’s skin, enveloping his entire face.

The blood mist looked like blood-colored crystals, clear and translucent.

"What is Zhao Deming doing?"

"What is he doing?"

"Could it be that he’s destroying his Dantian?"

"Isn’t Zhao Deming a prodigy? Why destroy his Dantian?"

"Could this be... the jealousy of the heavens, destined to fall here?"

Seeing this scene, the crowd around them began to discuss, with surprise evident in their eyes.

"Lin Yi, your strength is indeed impressive, but today, you are still bound to die!"

Zhao Deming let out a low roar, and his body began to swell.

"Bang!"

The next moment, his entire body swelled to two meters tall, and then, he fiercely smashed a punch toward Lin Yi.

This punch encompassed an overwhelming momentum, as though it could shatter even space itself.

Lin Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately took a step forward, his figure instantly disappearing. The next moment, he appeared behind Zhao Deming, his hand gripping the azure blue longsword, which slashed at Zhao Deming’s back without any mercy, carrying a chilling breeze.

"Hmm?"

Seeing this, Zhao Deming furrowed his brows slightly, but there wasn’t much panic on his face. Instead, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and then he turned around, a punch meeting Lin Yi’s.

Their fists collided, and Zhao Deming’s face revealed a cruel, cold smirk.

Yet, the corners of Lin Yi’s mouth also carried a hint of mockery.

Their strength was nearly equal.

Zhao Deming could not overcome him!

"Bang!"

As the fists collided, a massive shockwave splintered in all directions, and the entire cave was blasted into collapse.

Then, within Zhao Deming’s eyes, emerged a horrified radiance.

"Impossible! I have already broken through the Eightfold Qi Realm, how can I not defeat you?"

Zhao Deming looked at Lin Yi with a face full of disbelief.

"Senior Brother Zhao, this is my trump card!"

Lin Yi said with a smile.

Then, Lin Yi’s expression turned extremely solemn, and from between his eyebrows, a dazzling radiance slowly rose.

"What is this?"

Zhao Deming’s eyes widened in alarm.

In his vision, a lotus phantom slowly bloomed, each petal that unfolded seemed to contain boundless mysteries.

At this moment, Zhao Deming felt as if what Lin Yi was using appeared to be an Immortal Cultivation Technique.

"Boom!"

"Pfft!"

Then, Zhao Deming heard a muffled sound, and his huge body was instantly blown apart.

"What?"

"He actually blew Zhao Deming into a pulp?"

The surrounding spectators, upon seeing this scene, were all somewhat dumbstruck.

"Lin Yi, I won’t let you off even if I become a ghost!"

From that cloud of blood mist, a piercing scream slowly emerged.

And as Zhao Deming’s scream rang out, the cloud of blood mist also slowly dispersed.

Lin Yi slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the body that had disintegrated into a pile of flesh, and a cold light flashed through his eyes: "Zhao Deming, consider yourself lucky this time, but next time, I will definitely crush you completely!"

"This move, my signature technique--’Nine Yang Annihilation,’ is meant to exterminate the enemy’s Primordial Spirit and cause them to completely dissipate into smoke and ashes!"

Lin Yi declared coldly.

This technique, although powerful, was also a Forbidden Technique!

Using this move not only caused great damage to the Primordial Spirit but also significantly weakened the caster’s own strength. If one couldn’t replenish enough power in time, there was even a risk of exploding and dying.

"My strength is ultimately too low; if my strength could reach the Ninefold Peak of the Qi Realm, it wouldn’t need to be so troublesome!"

Thinking of this, a deep hatred surged within Lin Yi’s eyes.

"Lin Yi, how dare you kill Senior Brother Zhao? Senior Brother Zhao is a top ten prodigy of the Spiritual Martial Pavilion’s Inner Court. Killing him will definitely provoke endless pursuits!"

Zhao Deming’s junior sister, the purple-robed old crone, seeing Zhao Deming chopped up by Lin Yi’s sword into a pile of gristle, immediately flew into a rage, her eyes brimming with killing intent as she stared at Lin Yi and shouted sternly.

"Oh? So what?"

"People from the Spiritual Martial Pavilion’s Inner Court?"

"Hmph, even if the elders of the Spiritual Martial Pavilion come in person, what can they do to me?"

Lin Yi retorted with a cold laugh.

He had already risked his life; what was the Spiritual Martial Pavilion to him?

"You!"

Seeing Lin Yi’s utterly unflinching demeanor, the old crone was also somewhat enraged and humiliated.

She was an elder of the Spiritual Martial Pavilion’s Inner Court, possessing formidable strength, but here, she had no room to exert any of it.

After all, not everyone from the Spiritual Martial Pavilion was like Zhao Deming and Li Tian, possessing a true soul imprint.