I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The bald man looked up in the distance toward An Lin and his expression shifted slightly.

His aura… suddenly became extremely powerful.

An Lin also met the bald man’s gaze with a pair of pitch-black eyes. A black cape suddenly materialized itself behind on his shoulders and even the Evil-Slaying Sword was entwined by a layer of black as if it had donned a set of black clothes.

Everything was completely silent as a deathly aura radiated outward.

An Lin stood in the very center of the darkness like the ruler of the night. He was silent and subdued, but his power was undeniable.

A light breeze flashed past, and An Lin suddenly disappeared.

The bald man’s pupils contracted drastically as he threw a punch toward the direction in which he was facing.

At this moment, the black sword imbued with unmatched power had already descended upon him and clashed with his fist.

Boom!

The two forces collided and vital energy surged for a kilometer into the air. The devastating shockwave from their clash instantly destroyed everything in a thousand feet radius.

An Lin and the bald man both retreated a few steps at the same time. The bald man’s glove had already been sliced open, and a bloody wound was visible through the opening on the glove. An Lin was, however, completely unscathed as he charged toward the bald man again with a cold expression.

This was a battle of pure strength with absolutely no frills attached. The ensuing explosions of energy seemed to be threatening to flip this whole space on its head.

The bald man was forced into retreat by An Lin’s relentless slashes and about a dozen wounds soon appeared all over his body.

In the eyes of the bald man, the black cape billowing out behind An Lin was constantly expanding and soon seemed to have obscured the entire sky. All the while, An Lin’s sword seemed to become the harbinger of death under these dark skies as it threatened to harvest the lives of anyone who dared to stand against its owner.

Liu Qianhuan and Xuanyuan Cheng raised their heads to look up at the sky. An Lin’s black cape had already obscured the sun.

Night slowly fell, and An Lin’s Endless Night sword technique finally reached the pinnacle of its power.

An Lin didn’t use the Six Strikes of the War God this time. Instead, he heeded Little Xie’s advice and used the Endless Night sword technique which he had just obtained.

Xu Xiaolan was forced back by a crimson streak of light, and her gaze settled on the man in the distance as her green dress billowed out around her body.

Battle God Zhen Hong was simply too powerful, to the extent that Yao Mingxi and Hu Guan still fell into dire straits even with the assistance of the two Gundams. Hence, Xu Xiaolan was sent by An Lin to assist them in their battle.

An Lin had told her before her departure that he would definitely defeat the bald man. Xu Xiaolan firmly believed his words after seeing his serious expression.

And now, the critical moment had arrived.

The bald man was thoroughly incensed, and he clenched his fists tightly as his aura expanded to the very max.

“Don’t get cocky, you little sh*t, take one of my serious punches!”

The muscles on the bald man’s arm suddenly began to squirm as vital energy poured forth to form a huge vortex of over a thousand meters in radius. The very center of this vortex was none other than his right fist.

He struck!

His gloved fist seemed to be imbued with the power to destroy all things as it expanded in An Lin’s eyes.

Its power was as vast as the ocean, and its momentum was sufficient to shatter heaven and earth.

An Lin’s expression became extremely grave as he held his sword in front of him, which he then began to spin quickly. His black cape began to crash down from the sky like an inky black waterfall before forming a vortex of his own.

99 shades of black began to appear within the vortex. Within its very center was a shade of black akin to the absolute darkness of a black hole, such that one felt as if their soul would be sucked in with just a single glance.

Boom!

Devastating power erupted forth as the vortex began to collapse layer by layer and the space around it began to warp and twist. Tenth layer, twentieth layer, thirtieth layer… ninetieth layer.

Black cracks imbued with a chaotic aura began to appear in the air. These were signs that the space around them was beginning to crack open.

An Lin’s internal organs had already been shattered and countless fractures lined his skeletal structure. These were already fatal injuries, but he didn’t feel the slightest hint of fear as his eyes glowed brighter than ever.

In his heart, this was the moment where victory was decided!

The Evil-Slaying Sword transformed back into a black shadow before settling back into his hand. It spoke with a clear voice that was tinged with excitement.

“An Lin, close your eyes!”

An Lin closed his eyes, and then, he saw the light.

This was a wisp of light in his consciousness; it tore through the darkness and grew to become blindingly dazzling.

An extremely bright light burst forth from the Evil-Slaying Sword as if it were representing the transition between night and dawn.

The dark sky was torn apart by a brilliant white light, and An Lin’s cape and the layer of black revolving around the Evil-Slaying Sword both vanished.

The white sword projection burst into the air and frantically released its energy as if it had been oppressed for far too long and had finally been given free rein to demonstrate its power.

“Final technique, Endless Night, Dawn!”

The bald man watched as the white sword projection tore through the darkness and pierced through heaven and earth. It became the exclusive color of this world, and its light was powerful, dazzling, and full of hope!

Regardless of whether they were friend or foe, everyone turned involuntarily to look at the sword projection that had pierced through heaven and earth. All of them were extremely moved by the scene before them.

A white sword projection had already pierced through the bald man’s chest, and a bloody mist burst forth into the air as he plummeted feebly toward the ground.

An Lin also plummeted into free fall. The after-effects of using the Origin Energy of the Netherworld for such an extended period of time was no longer just a simple matter of exhaustion. There might be a chance that his Dao foundation had been permanently damaged.

He was caught by a set of warm arms. He struggled to open his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Xuanyuan Cheng’s handsome face, which was, at this moment, full of concern.

“Classmate An Lin, are you alright?”

“I… I’m fine.”

An Lin shook his head feebly, and the movement caused his blood to surge as he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Not only had his body been completely emptied of all strength, but he was also on the brink of death after copping the bald man’s final punch.

The Evil-Slaying Sword whooped with excitement and immediately dove into the storage ring without any concern for its owner’s dire condition.

Xuanyuan Cheng positioned An Lin and Liu Qianhuan together before feeding them both some regenerative spirit pills. He was quite severely injured himself, but he was still able to stand up.

Just as they were heaving collective sighs of relief.

A voice suddenly sounded, causing their bodies to shudder with fear.

“Cough, cough… I underestimated you guys.”

A bald figure slowly stood up from the debris. His bald head was stained with blood, but it was still extremely eye-catching under the sun.

He grasped at the bleeding wound on his chest and made his way toward An Lin and others with rage burning in his eyes. “Your strength has far exceeded my expectations, but you’re just a teensy bit too weak to defeat me.”

The bald man suddenly began to laugh. “Are you surprised? Are you astonished? Are you excited?”

He clenched his fists and continued toward them. He was going to end all their lives! He drew closer and closer to An Lin and the others like an ancient fiend stalking down its prey.

Right at this moment, light ripples suddenly appeared in the air.

A blue streak of light suddenly flashed past like a leaf landing silently on a tranquil lake.

It was extremely fast and caught the man completely off guard!

Right when the bald man was at his weakest and his most emotionally-unstable state, the grim reaper’s scythe descended…

The bald man stared down with incredulity at the wound on his neck.

An Lin, Liu Qianhuan, and the others all drew in a cold breath as they looked at the flash of blue in the distance.

“Nice! That was perfect!” An Lin sat up from his deathbed and roared in delight.

“This is why assassins are useful in team battles…”

A bright glow burst forth from Liu Qianhuan’s eyes as a vibrant smile appeared on her face.

The blue Moonlight Disc danced around Su Qianyun’s body in the distance, as if it were asking for a reward.

Su Qianyun wiped away the blood on her face and smiled happily at An Lin and the others. Two light dimples appeared on her face, making her appear particularly adorable and enchanting.