Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

Ji Lin's eyes remained completely unmoved even after Zhu Kang's angry roar.

"Are you done talking nonsense?" Ji Lin's slightly effeminate voice revealed a hint of impatience.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Kang's emotions were stirred, and he became even more angry.

This can be described as "adding insult to injury".

"Ji Lin, I'd like to see what you're capable of," Zhu Kang said, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Is that so?" Ji Lin slowly raised his eyes to look at the bloody hole in Zhu Kang's abdomen. His tone was slow and drawn out, making Zhu Kang prick up his ears. Ji Lin continued in the same tone, "Then let me show you."

After speaking, Ji Lin leisurely twirled the bamboo flute in his hand a few times.

Seeing Ji Lin's arrogant demeanor, Zhu Kang couldn't help but sneer.

He was only caught off guard and that's why he fell for it. Does he think he can get away with it so easily now?

If the two of them weren't in this illusionary realm, he might not have had a chance of winning against someone at the seventh level of Qi Refining, even though he was at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

But right now...

As long as he stalls for some time, causing this guy's magical power to gradually diminish, and once this guy's cultivation level drops, he...

Zhu Kang's gaze as he looked at Ji Lin revealed a sinister intent to kill him.

"Heh⁓" Ji Linhun completely accepted Zhu Kang's unfriendly gaze without caring, then smiled knowingly, "I suppose... I shouldn't have kept Cultivator Zhu waiting."

Zhu Kang was puzzled by the meaning of "waiting a long time" in Ji Lin's words when he saw Ji Lin slowly raise his hand and hold the bamboo flute to his lips.

Seeing this, Zhu Kang immediately understood what the other party meant. He then circulated his spiritual power, and green vines sprouted all over his body like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Immediately afterwards, the vines, following their master's wishes, snaked their bodies like giant pythons and rushed toward Ji Lin.

However, it was interrupted midway...

Zhu Kang's eyes widened involuntarily.

The giant vines, shimmering with a bluish-green light, were writhing wildly. On the vines, as thick as bowls, emerald-like leaf buds were still growing rapidly, but they were firmly held by the red spider lilies that spread out below.

The crimson petals, layer upon layer, climbed upwards along the vine, while the tendril-like stems pierced the vine's surface, absorbing the spiritual light and causing it to leak out in wisps, condensing into fragmented points of light in the air.

The thickest vine at the front was devoured by the red spider lily, leaving only half of it. Dark red sap dripped from the gaps in the petals, spreading out eerie floral shadows on the ground.

In a short while, most of the vines were swallowed up by the surging sea of ​​flowers, and the spiritual light along with them turned into an even deeper crimson color on the petals.

Zhu Kang's gaze then moved beyond the sea of ​​flowers to the source of this seemingly insatiable red spider lily's endless cycle of life.

The flute music remained completely irregular, but with each note, a few more red spider lilies would sprout at Ji Lin's feet.

First it became a river, then it became a sea.

A vast expanse of bright red, like a ghostly messenger from afar.

I will use my body to ferry you to the land of death.

A hint of fear crept into Zhu Kang's eyes.

Seeing that the Devouring Sea controlled by Ji Lin was about to press down on him, his instincts prompted him to use the Earth Escape Technique.

But to his surprise, as he descended, the roots of the red spider lilies sprouted from under his feet.

Zhu Kang quickly used magic to block it.

"How could this be!" Zhu Kang never expected that the net vines he had woven with his spiritual power would be devoured by these few red spider lilies in an instant.

Zhu Kang had no choice but to retreat step by step.

But the flowers seemed to have eyes, relentlessly pursuing him.

At this moment, Ji Lin's voice seemed to come from the other side, carrying an eerie and dangerous aura. He said, "Fellow Daoist Zhu, farewell."

After he finished speaking, a vast sea of ​​flowers rushed forward.

Gradually, Zhu Kang's screams grew weaker and weaker until... they could no longer be heard.

After Zhu Kang's death, Ji Lin merely glanced at him before leisurely turning to Lin Ye. "What does Your Majesty think?"

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Lin Ye clapped and cheered with a smile.