I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The battle between the Wind Demons and the students and teachers was about to draw to a conclusion soon.

However, the students and teachers were struggling to muster up any joy as they knew that their battle was not the one that would decide the fate of the Heavenly Court. That battle was the one taking place between the Heavenly Wind God and the five emperors.

Sword Immortal Ming Yuan could be said to be the teacher with the deepest understanding of An Lin, and he turned toward the white-robed man flying into the distance as a peculiar light flashed in his eyes. The light was like cloud and mist, which quickly dissipated as his eyes regained clarity.

“Your fate is extremely bizarre and peculiar. Under normal circumstances, I would not be able to predict your future, but this time, no matter how I simulate the events, your fate of death is inevitable…”

A grief-stricken expression appeared on Sword Immortal Ming Yuan’s face, but he soon shook his head. “But that is not a future that is set in stone. It is only a future that I have simulated. Anything is possible in this world, and I think there is still hope.”

At this moment, on the battlefield of the five emperors.

The Heavenly Wind God crushed the five emperors into the dirt again with its invincible power.

“What stubborn enemies. Those who have developed their divine dao to the extreme are indeed troublesome enemies to deal with.” The Heavenly Wind God made its way toward the Celestial Thearch, who had blood splattered all over his body.

There were already a few ghastly holes on the Celestial Thearch’s body in which Golden Essence Battle Wind was still wreaking havoc, inflicting more damage upon his internal organs.

He was half-knelt to the ground, panting heavily. Even though his body was trembling uncontrollably, his consciousness had been severely depleted, and his aura was extremely diminished, he still refused to fall.

The Celestial Thearch could not fall. If he fell, the Heavenly Court would fall!

He raised his head to look up at the god making its way toward him, and a smile appeared on his face. “Heh… You’re still much weaker than the Heavenly Dao. If the Heavenly Dao wanted to eliminate me, it would be able to do so in the blink of an eye. You must be severely debilitated by the subconsciousness of the Heavenly Dao, right?”

“So what if that’s the case? I can still kill you with ease.” The Heavenly Wind God continued onward expressionlessly, and a golden wind saber materialized in its hand as it prepared to end the Celestial Thearch’s life.

Outside the enchantment barrier.

All of the immortals had their hearts in their throats.

The seven Celestial Maidens were bombarding the enchantment barrier with all their might as they yelled the Celestial Thearch’s name at the top of their lungs.

Not only was the Celestial Thearch the most powerful being in the entire Heavenly Court, but he was also the psychological pillar of the Heavenly Court. If the Celestial Thearch fell, would the Heavenly Court ever be the same again?

Yang Jian held his Divine Trident in a white-knuckled grip as he gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do. “Is the Heavenly Court really going to fall?”

Chang’e heaved a faint sigh as her eyes began to wander, upon which her expression suddenly shifted.

“Die.” The Heavenly Wind God’s wind saber slashed downward.

The Celestial Thearch’s grievously wounded body was completely unable to evade this lightning-fast strike.

A gust of wind swept forth, and a black shadow fell from the sky before striking the side of the golden saber.

Bam!

A loud boom erupted.

A divine light exploded, and the golden saber was knocked off its original course to land beside the Celestial Thearch.

Even after being reinforced by the Dao Integration Stage university protection formation, the earth was still instantly sliced open as a deep trench several dozen kilometers in length appeared!

An Lin descended and scooped up the Celestial Thearch in his arms before hurtling back over a kilometer in retreat.

The Heavenly Wind God was a little surprised by this sudden turn of events.

All of the immortals were also a little dazed as they looked on from outside the enchantment barrier.

“Is… isn’t that An Lin?”

“It IS An Lin, it really is An Lin! He’s running away with the Celestial Thearch!”

“He’s the Heavenly Court’s small War God?”

For some reason, a glimmer of hope was reignited in some immortals’ hearts at the sight of that white-robed figure.

However, most of them were still quite pessimistic.

Even the true Heavenly Court War God, Yang Jian, would be unable to stand against the terrifying Heavenly Wind God, let alone the small War God. They were simply on completely different levels.

“Why would you stand up at a time like this? Are you an idiot?” Lin Junjun pursed her lips, and she fought back her tears as she looked at the white-robed man. Even she was unable to discern what emotions were running through her heart at this moment.

“Sister, shouldn’t we be cheering An Lin on at a time like this?” Celestial Maiden Tian Shou suddenly spoke from beside her.

“That’s right! An Lin’s cooking skills are top-notch, so he must be a good fighter too! Don’t give up yet. We need to cheer him on!” Celestial Maiden Tian Xian chimed in.

Lin Junjun also came to her senses upon hearing this.

They were currently completely powerless to do anything aside from cheering An Lin on.

“Should we form a cheerleading squad for An Lin?” Even though she had been in complete despair just a moment ago, Lin Junjun couldn’t help but burst into laughter at this thought.

Within the boundless expanse of darkness lying before them, a glimmer of light had suddenly appeared, imparting upon them a hint of hope and elation.

Thus, the seven Celestial Maidens began to cheer with all their might, and their cheerful, optimistic voices created a stark contrast with the current situation the Heavenly Court was in.

An Lin raised his head with a knowing smile as he looked up at the seven Celestial Maidens outside of the enchantment barrier.

“What are you doing? Have you gone mad?”

The Celestial Thearch forced the words out of his mouth with difficulty.

He knew what An Lin’s power level was. Even though he was quite powerful, there was still a substantial gap between himself and any one of the five emperors. He was simply no match for the Heavenly Wind God.

“If I didn’t do this, you would already be dead by now,” An Lin replied.

The Celestial Thearch: “…”

“Don’t worry, leave the rest to me.” An Lin placed the Celestial Thearch down onto the ground and cast a simple protective spell technique over him before turning to face the Heavenly Wind God.

The Heavenly Wind God was currently in a very strange state. It didn’t seem eager to attack, and it was looking down at the golden wind saber in its hand with its head cocked to the side, as if it was a little perplexed about something.

The tense atmosphere suddenly became a little peculiar.

“What’s the Heavenly Wind God doing?”

“It… it seems to be having doubts about attacking An Lin?”

A bold thought suddenly appeared in the celestial immortals’ minds.

“Surely that’s impossible. An Lin is only at the Soul Formation Stage, and his combat prowess is at the Return to Void Pinnacle Stage at most. How could the Heavenly Wind God be scared of him…”

Just as all of the celestial immortals were starting to get confused.

An Lin finally sprang into action.

That’s right, An Lin chose to strike first!

In a battle against such a powerful enemy, it was absolutely crucial to take the initiative.

Origin Energy of the Netherworld!

Wings of Wind!

Wind Sword!

An Lin instantly reached his top speed and appeared before the Heavenly Wind God in the blink of an eye as he slashed a lethal trajectory through the air with his Evil-Slaying Sword.

Even though An Lin’s sword strike was objectively very fast, it was extremely slow in the eyes of the Heavenly Wind God.

It immediately used its saber to block the Evil-Slaying Sword.

However, the Evil-Slaying Sword suddenly changed direction mid-swing and swung toward its arm!

“What’s the point of slashing toward my arm? My wind barrier can keep all attacks at bay anyway…”

The Heavenly Wind God focused its gaze and ignored An Lin’s sword strike as it swung its golden wind saber toward An Lin’s head.

Many of the immortals couldn’t bear it any longer and had already looked away.

Lin Junjun and the others were so nervous that they had bitten through the skin of their lower lips, a fact which they were completely oblivious to.

Whoosh!

Right before the astonished eyes of countless Immortals.

An arm holding a golden saber flew into the distance.

White blood splattered through the air.

Everything seemed to have been frozen in time.

Within the still image, the white-robed man maintained his striking pose while the Heavenly Wind God’s arm had already been severed!