I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Huang Fuwen glanced in An Lin’s direction imperceptibly. After detecting that An Lin hadn’t left, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he turned his gaze back toward Duan Feiyang.

“Do you know who I am?” Duan Feiyang chuckled coldly. “I’m the young sect leader of the Divine Feather Sect! You actually dare to target me? Are you tired of living?”

A look of disdain spread across Huang Fuwen’s face. “What sh*tty Divine Feather Sect? Is it really powerful? I’m not even afraid of the Four Nine Immortal Sect! Why would I be afraid of a small sect, which is merely powerful within a single state? I, Huang Fuwen, am least afraid of arrogant trash like you!”

An Lin’s expression faltered slightly. So be it if you want to diss each other… But why are you bringing my Four Nine Immortal Sect into it?

Moreover, your utterances are quite arrogant themselves…

“Bahahaha… You sure like to talk big! A cultivator of the Soul Formation Intermediate Stage actually dares to call me, a cultivator of the Soul Formation Pinnacle Stage, trash? What a foolish person…

“Do you really think that I’m easy to kill just because you managed to kill two trash of the Soul Formation Stage? I’m afraid that you still don’t understand the power difference between us… In my eyes, you’re just a mere ant!”

After saying this, Duan Feiyang released his terrifying Soul Formation Pinnacle Stage aura.

Flames of fury blazed in Huang Fuwen’s heart. “No one has ever lived to see the next day after insulting me…”

“Duan Feiyang!” Huang Fuwen pointed at Duan Feiyang and started screaming righteously, “During a battle, a disciple of your Divine Feather Sect killed three innocent mortals. I’m going to exact revenge for them now! It’s time for you to pay the price! Die!”

Duan Feiyang blinked in confusion. “What the f*ck?”

Boom!

At this moment, Huang Fuwen had already charged over. His hands formed into blades, and the power within his body all converged onto his blade-shaped hands. The high concentration of the power of darkness caused his hands to become extremely sharp, and an astonishing, spine-chilling aura started emanating from them.

Darkness Heaven Shattering Slash!

Huang Fuwen slashed with his hands, forming an alarming black arc in the void.

Duan Feiyang had already put on a pair of gloves, which were also high-rank spirit tools. There was no hint of fear on his face, and he threw a fist toward Huang Fuwen without hesitation!

Boom!

Huang Fuwen’s hand-blade and Duan Feiyang’s fist collided in mid-air.

The explosion of energy annihilated everything within a radius of one thousand meters.

A cracking sound suddenly sounded from Duan Feiyang’s fist, and countless spurts of blood sprayed into the air.

“Ahhh!” Duan Feiyang howled in agony as he retreated frantically.

He had never imagined that a cultivator of the Soul Formation Intermediate Stage could possess such a devastating spell technique!

Huang Fuwen took full advantage of Duan Feiyang’s retreat and relentlessly slashed his hand-blades toward him.

Duan Feiyang was immediately put on his back foot. Huang Fuwen’s raw power and uncanny spell techniques were all extremely hard to defend against…

“My aptitude and spell techniques are clearly first-rate as well… How are you so powerful?” The more Duan Feiyang fought, the more astonished he became. A pair of white light wings started materializing behind him, and it was clear that he was already planning to flee.

An Lin was also confused by this battle. Why isn’t Duan Feiyang using his mystic technique to insta-kill Huang Fuwen? He’s already on the back foot, yet he’s still trying to conceal his power?

Duan Feiyang spread his light wings and started fleeing into the distance. His speed had already reached the absolute limit for a Soul Formation Stage cultivator!

“You can’t escape!” Huang Fuwen immediately tossed out a talisman upon seeing Duan Feiyang try to escape. He had obtained this talisman from some ruin, and it possessed an extremely powerful binding ability.

Whoosh…

A blue symbol shot out from the talisman. Its energy fluctuations spread throughout the air, and a devastating binding power froze the void.

Duan Feiyang was horrified to find that his body was frozen in mid-air.

Meanwhile, Huang Fuwen had already dashed before him, his hand-blades slashing down mercilessly.

“Y-You can’t kill me!” Duan Feiyang roared. “If I die, the Divine Feather Sect definitely won’t forgive you!”

“Divine Feather Sect? Heh, that sect is nothing but trash in my eyes! There’ll come the day when I, Huang Fuwen, will stamp the Divine Feather Sect below my feet!” Huang Fuwen sneered as he thrust downward.

Splat!

Blood sprayed into the air.

Duan Feiyang’s life force vanished as he was violently ripped into two by Huang Fuwen.

The Divine Feather Sect’s young sect leader died just like that.

A smile lit up across Huang Fuwen’s face as he expertly retrieved the treasures from the young sect leader’s corpse.

“Duan Feiyang was arrogant and domineering, and he often exploited innocent females. He regarded weaker cultivators as ants, and such an ending is only befitting of his evil deeds. I enforced justice on behalf of the heavens!” There was a look of righteousness on Huang Fuwen’s face as he recited Duan Feiyang’s list of crimes.

An Lin was stunned by this sight.

Didn’t Duan Feiyang possess a mystic technique that could raise his power to the level of the Return to Void Stage for a short period of time? How come he died just like that?

This makes no sense at all!

He was just sharpening his sword and preparing to face off against the boss, yet some random Huang Fuwen guy killed the boss before their battle could even begin?

Huang Fuwen turned his gaze toward the white mist in the void. “Stop hiding. I know that you’re there.”

An Lin’s heart jolted.

Even Duan Feiyang couldn’t see through his Mist Immortal Technique. How did this Soul Formation Intermediate Stage cultivator see through it?

An Lin slowly started to reveal himself. “What a surprise… You were actually able to see me,” he said in approval. “I underestimated you.”

Huang Fuwen’s eyes were pitch-black and profound, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. “I have a pair of Dark King True Eyes, which can see through all fabrications. Thus, I’m able to see through your stealth technique as well… You’re very powerful. Although you’re at the Soul Formation Pinnacle Stage just like Duan Feiyang was, the feeling that you give me is far more dangerous than him…”

Although he said this, there was not a single trace of anxiety on Huang Fuwen’s face.

“However, it’s too bad that you came across me.” He chuckled. “In my eyes, you’re merely a slightly larger ant. I don’t like to kill the innocent. Obediently hand over what you stole from me, then f*ck off. I can spare your life if you do as I say!”

An Lin was stunned. “I purchased the item with my own money, how is that stealing?”

“You shouldn’t bid on what I want, understand?” Huang Fuwen’s aura surged as the power of darkness gathered on his hands once more.

An Lin grimaced. “Are you f*cking retarded?!”

An Lin’s answer was especially clear. He gazed at Huang Fuwen as if he was a dumb c*nt.

“It was the same last time. I, Huang Fuwen, clearly obtained the Dark Essence Crystal through my own strength. However, there are always ignorant fools who want to steal my things… Now, you’re doing exactly the same thing. That item is clearly mine. Why do people not understand this…

“Those who submit to me shall prosper, and those who resist me shall perish! I’m a supreme being who is destined to reach the pinnacle of the universe! Since you’re so stubborn, I’ll grant you death.” Huang Fuwen’s voice was cold, and his aura became more and more terrifying as he walked toward An Lin.

An Lin was rooted to the spot in shock.

So that’s how it is… He defeated Duan Feiyang even though he was lower in rank. He could discover me, and Bai Ling’s tracking device also showed movement toward the south…

Everything matches perfectly!

F*ck, the misunderstanding before was quite serious. Thank God Huang Fuwen spat it out himself!

“Are you so scared that you can’t even move now? It’s already too late to regret. Ants should just lie low and keep to themselves. Why steal my things? You’re merely seeking death.” Huang Fuwen sneered coldly and slashed his blade-like hands toward An Lin!

Whoosh!

An Lin instantly vanished.

Huang Fuwen’s pupils contracted in surprise.

Before he could even react, a formidable golden fist was already hurtling toward his face!

The speed of the punch was far too quick! He had no time to dodge!

Boom!

There was a deafening explosion.

A golden energy shockwave rocketed thousands of meters outward!

Huang Fuwen’s face was flattened, and the gigantic force of the punch shattered his teeth and nose.

“Barf!” He vomited a large mouthful of blood, and his body flew back thousands of meters before collapsing to the ground like a ragdoll.