Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 89 - Unable to Get Hard
Xiang Lingchen, who had lost an arm, remained silent. Ice froze at the wound, temporarily stopping the bleeding. He then took out his spear and thrust it at Lin Le.

Without Lin Le's command, the red ribbon unfurled, like a crimson python coiling around him, firmly locking the incoming spear in place.

"I said..."

Lin Le grinned maliciously, his five fingers like hooks, gripping Xiang Lingchen's last remaining arm, and with a cracking sound of bones breaking, he yanked it sharply—

"...You deserve to die!"

Stab it!

Flesh was torn apart, and Lin Le ripped off Xiang Lingchen's last arm.

Xiang Lingchen staggered backward, his face contorted like a demon, and roared hoarsely, "Father, help me!"

Zheng!
The flying sword rang out, and a cold light rose from a small courtyard, piercing straight at Lin Le.

Without turning his head, Lin Le threw out the Qiankun Ring.

clang--

The metal clashed, the air currents exploded, yet the two sides were evenly matched.

But that was enough. Taking advantage of the moment when the two magical artifacts were locked in a stalemate, Lin Le rushed forward, grabbed Xiang Lingchen's head with both hands, and frantically activated his spiritual aperture technique, causing the veins under his skin to bulge out like coiling dragons!
"Stop!" The old man who had jumped up from a distance saw this and his eyes widened in fury.

"die!"

puff-

The crisp crack of a broken cervical vertebra mixed with the muffled sound of flesh being torn apart as Lin Le ripped out Xiang Lingchen's head, along with a bloody section of his spine!

Blood gushed out like a waterfall, drawing a bewitching arc in the air.

The environment fell silent instantly, with only the soft sound of blood droplets hitting the earth remaining between heaven and earth.

The crowd stood frozen like puppets, their pupils reflecting the blood-soaked figure, fear rising in their eyes, their bodies instinctively urging them to stay away.

Looking at the severed head in his hand, Lin Le patted the distorted face with satisfaction, then looked at the old man: "What were you just saying, you old man?"

"I'm telling you to stop!" The old man's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

"Sorry, it was a bit windy, I didn't hear you," Lin Le said with a smile.

But when that handsome face, now stained with blood, smiled, there was no trace of gentleness or elegance, only a chillingly sinister charm.

The longsword flew back into the old man's hand. His expression had calmed down, but anyone could tell that this was just the calm before the volcanic eruption.

"Since your hearing is impaired, then forget about it." After saying this, the old man slashed at Lin Le with his sword.

The sword's aura was chilling, and it flew to Lin Le's side in the blink of an eye.

Lin Le didn't even blink as the red ribbon rolled back, forming a barrier in front of him.

The sword energy struck the red silk, but vanished without a trace, like a mud ox entering the sea.

After blocking the sword energy, the Hun Tian Ling automatically rolled back onto Lin Le's body, and Lin Le stood there holding a dark and cold spear.

"Old man, your sword energy..." Lin Le tilted his head, "is it like that thing between your legs, soft and useless?"

"Sharp-tongued." The old man's breathing became somewhat unstable, and then he unleashed another sword strike, sending three sword lights slashing towards Lin Le in succession.

The spear fell like a golden crow crashing to the ground, extinguishing three sword energies with a single strike.

Lin Le walked step by step toward the old man: "Hey, I really overestimated you, old man. You're really too old, too old to get hard."

"Then try again!" The old man's temples bulged with veins, his face turned red, and he suddenly opened his mouth and spat onto the longsword.

The longsword was stained with blood; to an ordinary person, just one glance would feel as if their eyes were being pricked by needles. However, after the old man spat out a mouthful of blood, he suddenly spat out another mouthful, but this time it was not voluntary.

Looking down at the spear protruding from his chest, the old man was filled with astonishment. When did this happen?
"Didn't your son tell you..." Lin Le's voice came faintly from behind the old man, "Do I know illusion magic?"

"Impossible! I am an expert in soul refining, how could I be deceived by you!" The old man's voice was full of disbelief, which was why he thought that the Lin Le in front of him was the real Lin Le.

"Because my foundation is above yours." Lin Le twisted his hand, unleashing a murderous aura that completely extinguished the old man's life force. "You compare yourself to a Heavenly Gate cultivator? Do you think you're also from the Heavenly Gate?"

Tianmen?!
The old man was taken aback, and then, with that bewilderment, he sank into eternal darkness.

'That was really easy.'

Lin Le holstered his gun, thinking to himself.

He thought it would be a tough battle, but it ended so abruptly.

'But ultimately, it's because I'm too strong, while they're just ordinary cultivators.'

Lin Le looked at his hands, thinking that perhaps this situation would only change when he went to a wider world.

After glancing at the people around him, Lin Le suddenly shot out, his spear sweeping across, his true energy pouring out without restraint.

Now that the strongest person in Bailian County is dead, he has nothing left to worry about.

Upon seeing Lin Le charging towards them, everyone's nerves instantly tensed. Seeing Lin Le swing his spear down, their instinct to flee was like a lit fuse, exploding in an instant.

The crowd surged about in a panic, like a swarm of ants, but the killing did not stop because of their panic.

In the distance, Liu Yonghuai watched Lin Le's rampage, his eyelids twitching involuntarily.

Seeing Lin Le beat a child to death, he finally couldn't hold back any longer, rushed out, and roared, "Lin Le, that's enough!"

Lin Le paused in his gun-wielding hand, glancing at Liu Yonghuai.

Liu Yonghuai was immediately shocked. Those were such cold and ruthless eyes. He felt that if he tried to dissuade them, Lin Le would shoot him dead.

Even so, Liu Yonghuai still mustered his courage and said, "A-Le, that's enough. You've already killed enough of the Xiang family's direct descendants. Why bother with innocent people?"

“We must nip it in the bud, Uncle Liu,” Lin Le said calmly. “I can’t guarantee who here has received favors from the Xiang family, or who has a close relationship with them, nor can I guarantee they won’t seek revenge.”

"So let's kill them all. Death will end the resentment, and the blood feud won't have to continue into the next generation."

“But the children are innocent!” Liu Yonghuai said through gritted teeth. “Brother Chang’an will surely regret and be heartbroken to see how cruel you are.”

"So he died, died in this cannibalistic world." Lin Le flicked his spear to the side. "Leave, Uncle Liu, don't stop me."

Liu Yonghuai was speechless, but seeing the mother and child clinging to each other in terror in the distance, he mustered his courage and said, "I can leave, but you must promise me that you will at least spare the lives of those three- or four-year-old children. They are too young to remember anything!"

"Understood." Lin Le nodded.

Liu Yonghuai breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lin Le nod, and then everything went black before his eyes.

"Keep an eye on him," Lin Le said softly.

The unconscious Liu Yonghuai, who was wrapped in the Hun Tian Ling, nodded.

Lin Le then turned his attention to the remaining members of the Xiang family, sparing no one, from hunched-over elderly to swaddled infants.

Liu Yonghuai was still a bit pedantic. He didn't know what it meant to be steadfast in old age, to be born with knowledge, or to have a life of ups and downs.

In this world of immortals and heroes, no one can guarantee what extraordinary adventures anyone might have.

Therefore, dealing with an enemy means eliminating all possibilities for them as much as possible.

(End of this chapter)