All Realms: Sharing Talents Starting from Chicken Island

There was obviously no other way, but Lin Yan was different.

The golden light spell on her body was already activated when Ma San Niang suddenly rose up.

"Oh!"

Ma San Niang's palm struck the Golden Light Mantra, but it did not cause any injury to Lin Yan.

It was just a muffled thud, which surprised Ma San Niang.

The other party's reaction was so quick that Ma San Niang's heart sank.

"I knew you were strange all along."

"What a vixen."

Lin Yan snorted coldly; this time, he wouldn't give Ma San Niang any more chances.

"Qiang!"

The Purple Cloud Sword was drawn from Lin Yan's sheath and slashed sharply.

A flash of purple sword light, and with lightning speed, it severed Ma San Niang's head.

As the head rolled down, Ma San Niang's face was etched with fear at the thought of death.

"Indeed sharp, worthy of being one of the Seven Swords."

"Each sword is probably the most powerful in the world today."

Lin Yan glanced at the Purple Cloud Sword in his hand and couldn't help but nod in praise.

Just after Lin Yan dealt with Ma San Niang, the mute girl Sally, who had already lost her memory due to being under a spell, appeared behind him.

Those previously dull eyes began to regain some sparkle.

From blank stare to bewilderment, and then to panic and fear.

Seemingly recalling the memories of being tortured by Ma San Niang, his eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at Ma San Niang's severed head.

"what"

Sally looked up at Lin Yan and the Purple Cloud Sword in his hand.

She gestured with her hands in front of Lin Yan, but even she didn't know what she was gesturing.

How could Lin Yan possibly have guessed?

"Have you recovered from the state of being summoned by the spirit?"

"Is it because they saw Ma San Niang's death, or because the thing automatically deactivated itself after Ma San Niang died?"

"It seems that this soul-summoning technique isn't so powerful after all."

Lin Yan looked at Sally in front of him, a hint of hesitation appearing on his face.

He was wondering how to deal with the real Purple Cloud Sword Master in front of him.

Killing him would be too cruel, since he's already become mute.

If I don't kill him, it wouldn't be right to refuse, since I'm a member of the Demonic Sect.

Suddenly, Lin Yan seemed to have thought of something.

Do you know who you are?

Lin Yan bent down and slowly pulled Sally up.

Although the cause of Ma San Niang's death stimulated Sally, she woke up from her state of summoning the soul.

However, one issue is very important. According to Lin Yan's judgment, Sally's memory should not recover so quickly; there must be a period of time.

"what"

Sally shook her head, but then nodded hesitantly.

Then, he nodded and pointed to the Purple Cloud Sword in Lin Yan's hand.

"Fine, come back to the Demonic Sect with me."

“That was your enemy. I avenged you.”

"So you should at least repay the favor, right? Now I'll give you a chance to do so."

Lin Yan thought about it and realized that it wouldn't be safe to leave the girl here alone.

The inn was in the middle of nowhere, and after I returned to the Demonic Sect, Black Heart Tiger would definitely send people to investigate the surrounding area.

Not every disciple of the Demonic Cult will be like me.

"what?"

Sally paused for a moment, a look of confusion, or perhaps fear, appearing on her face.

Clearly, she instinctively resisted that so-called demonic cult.

However, she has not fully recovered yet and needs to rest.

She did not object to Lin Yan's suggestion, but obediently followed him out.

Once outside, Lin Yan mounted his horse and pulled Sally up with him.

. . . . . .

Three days later, at the headquarters of the Demonic Cult.

Black Tiger has completed his divine skills and emerged from seclusion; his strength is now approaching that of Black Heart Tiger.

Although he is not as powerful as Black Tiger, there is absolutely no one in the Demonic Sect who can rival him.

The first thing Black Tiger did was run to Black Tiger Cliff to tell Black Heart Tiger the good news.

"Father, father!"

"I have mastered the ninth level of the Heavenly Demon Chaos Dance Divine Art!"

Black Tiger ran to Black Tiger Cliff laughing loudly and immediately reported the good news.

Black-Hearted Tiger, who was cultivating, showed joy on his face when he heard his son's voice.

Back then, no matter how talented he was, he was already thirty years old when he reached the ninth level of cultivation.

Hei Xiaohu is only in his early twenties.

Their future achievements will surely surpass his, which is sure to make him proud.

"Good, good, good! As expected of my son, Black-Hearted Tiger."

"Come, Father will take you back to the Demonic Sect."

"Today is the day my son, Black Tiger, is born."

"In the future, this world will belong to you and me, father and son!"

Black Tiger awoke from his meditative state and immediately grabbed Black Tiger's hand.

He ran quickly into the distance, a smile spreading across his face.

This was his only remaining relative in the world, so how could Black Tiger's achievements not make Black Heart Tiger happy?

"Father, as long as you are happy, that's all that matters."

Hei Xiaohu smiled slightly. For him, whether or not he could rule the world was not important.

The important thing is whether Black-Hearted Tiger is happy.

Seeing Black Tiger so happy because of him made him very happy too.

But just as the two were about to leave Black Tiger Cliff, two men in black came to Black Heart Tiger and reported something.

Chapter 48: Merits Don't Outweigh Faults; The Arbitrary and Arbitrary Black-Hearted Tiger

Black Heart Tiger and Black Little Tiger's expressions changed drastically upon hearing the report from their disciple.

The matter reported concerned the extermination of over a hundred disciples from the four halls.

The fourth hall master, Zhu Wujie, and the demonic cult protector, Tiaotiao, also died near the Golden Whip Creek Inn.

On the contrary, the whereabouts of the third deputy hall master are unknown.

Such big news shocked not only Black-Hearted Tiger and his son.

Even any member of the demonic cult would find it unbelievable.

After all, these are the dignified protectors and hall masters of the Demonic Sect.

"Let's go back first."

The joy on Black Tiger's face had completely vanished.

His face was now unusually cold, and the anger in his heart was hard to conceal.

They quickly headed back down to the bottom of Black Tiger Cliff.

He needed to see who had the audacity to attack members of their demonic sect.