The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 398: Completely Crushing Zhao Shenkong

Zhao Shenkong could not simply sit by and watch Fang Lin benefit more within the Pill Pole Tower, so he tried to stop Fang Lin with a brutally aggressive attitude.

A smile was constantly on Fang Lin’s face, always expressing utter tranquility without any sign of anger.

“Are you jealous of me?” Fang Lin suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shenkong’s face turned extremely gloomy, and killing intent filled his eyes!

Indeed, Zhao Shenkong was indeed envious of Fang Lin. He envied everything about Fang Lin and harbored resentment towards him. Why did you have to appear?

“You’re provoking me!” Zhao Shenkong said coldly.

Fang Lin shrugged and without saying any more, with a swift glide of his foot, his figure strafed around Zhao Shenkong like a phantom, and headed directly towards the Wordless Ancient Stele.

“How dare you!” Enraged, Zhao Shenkong lashed out on impulse, attacking Fang Lin’s back with a palm strike.

Zhao Shenkong’s face twisted in rage. His palm strike was filled with furious power, intending to kill Fang Lin outright.

Seeing this, the old man in white robes twitched slightly, but he didn’t intervene or worry too much. If Fang Lin’s life was in danger, the Pill Pole Tower would immediately respond.

Just as Zhao Shenkong’s palm was about to strike Fang Lin’s back, Fang Lin suddenly turned around and ferociously punched out.

Bang!

His fist and Zhao Shenkong’s palm collided fiercely, just like two rocks smashing together, creating a muffled sound of impact.

The next moment, Fang Lin smirked, while the expression on Zhao Shenkong’s face drastically changed, and he staggered backwards.

“How is it possible? How can he be so strong?” Zhao Shenkong was shocked, his right arm feeling numb as if it was about to lose all feeling.

The old man in white was also surprised, not expecting Fang Lin’s martial arts to be so exceptional, being able to repel Zhao Shenkong, at the Eighth Earth Layer, with just a single punch.

There was a small gap in their realm. It wouldn’t be that easy to bridge the gap without extraordinary strength.

Zhao Shenkong’s expression changed again, finally realizing that he had once again underestimated Fang Lin. Not to mention his alchemy talent, Fang Lin’s martial arts weren’t weak at all.

Nevertheless, Zhao Shenkong still had the advantage of a higher realm. He was confident that even if Fang Lin had some strength, he wouldn’t be a match for him.

Right then, Zhao Shenkong pushed off from the ground, moving towards Fang Lin like an arrow released from the bow, his fists tightened, a formidable inner strength surged forth.

Without backing down, Fang Lin punched back in response.

Bang Bang Bang!!!

Sounds of continuous collisions rang out as Zhao Shenkong was once again knocked backwards, his face filled with horror. His arms were trembling non-stop, feeling intense pain as if his bones had been shaken loose.

“Zhao Shenkong, are you up to this or not?” Fang Lin said, his voice playful and dismissive.

Angry, Zhao Shenkong slapped his Nine Palace Bag and held a long spear in his hand, again charging towards Fang Lin.

Fang Lin did not hesitate, touching his Nine Palace Bag, a large bone club appeared, he immediately held it up and smashed it towards Zhao Shenkong.

After another brief altercation, Zhao Shenkong proved no match for Fang Lin. He was brutally hit in the chest by the large bone club, causing Zhao Shenkong to scream in agony. He spat out blood, and who knew how many ribs had been broken.

Fang Lin wouldn’t give Zhao Shenkong any chance to breathe, he immediately pursued, holding up the large bone club and aiming for Zhao Shenkong’s head.

If this strike landed, Zhao Shenkong’s head would most likely be exploded.

Just then, a golden light flew out from Zhao Shenkong’s Nine Palace Bag. Feeling threatened, Fang Lin swiftly retreated.

The golden light turned into a longsword, chasing after Fang Lin. The sword was imbued with a terrifying aura, as if it could tear apart anything.

Fang Lin slightly frowned. The sword was indeed formidable, and clearly not something Zhao Shenkong could utilize, obviously a treasure from the Yun Country’s royal family, given to Zhao Shenkong as a life-saving tool.

As the longsword attacked, Fang Lin snorted, not afraid at all, directly smashing it with his club.

With a clashing sound, Fang Lin’s arm went numb, and several bloody cuts appeared. These were caused by the Sword Qi emitted by the longsword.

Although the large bone club was undamaged, it clearly couldn’t deal with the golden longsword. At that moment, the longsword swerved slightly then shot forward again.

“Fang Lin, you are destined to die!” Although badly injured, Zhao Shenkong stood up and laughed savagely as if he had already seen the scene where Fang Lin was disemboweled by the golden longsword.

With a slight frown, Fang Lin retorted, “Do you think I can’t deal with this sword?”

As he finished speaking, Fang Lin slapped his Nine Palace Bag and drew out a crimson longsword.

The old man in white became alarmed as he saw Fang Lin take out the crimson sword, his mind flashing back to the scene where Fang Lin forcibly broke open the Immortal Medicine Pavilion.

Fang Lin swung his crimson sword, charging it fiercely against the incoming sword.

There was a sound of shattering. The previously formidable golden longsword was split in two.

The two pieces of the sword fell to the ground, all its radiance lost. In comparison, the crimson sword was in perfect condition, emanating a strangely potent aura.

Zhao Shenkong’s face fell drastically, his eyes filled with astonishment and fear.

The golden longsword was his life-saving treasure, a gift from the Emperor of Yun Country, capable of fighting evenly with a Ninth Layer Earth Element expert.

How could he have expected that his saving grace would be destroyed so easily?

After dealing with Zhao Shenkong’s life-saving treasure, Fang Lin immediately placed the crimson sword back in the bag. He could already sense the sword becoming restless, wanting to drain his blood.

Fang Lin’s expression was cold as he walked step by step towards Zhao Shenkong.

Zhao Shenkong’s complexion was pale. He retreated step by step, looking at Fang Lin as if he was a ruthless beast.

“What are you trying to do? I am the Prince of Yun Country, if you dare harm me, Yun Country will not let you off!” Zhao Shenkong roared, lacking confidence.

Fang Lin chuckled coldly, “What does the Yun Country Royal Family count as? If I were to kill you, would they invade Qian Country for you?”

Zhao Shenkong felt a wave of panic. Fang Lin was right. No matter how important Zhao Shenkong was to Yun Country, the idea of launching an attack on Qian Country was ridiculous.

None of the Lower Three Kingdoms dare to make any rash moves, as it would result in their own demise.

Besides, Zhao Shenkong didn’t want to die. He had just started to make a name for himself, reaching the prime of his life, how could he bear to die?

“Fang Lin, I have a lot of treasures and precious materials here. As long as you spare me, they’re all yours.” Zhao Shenkong hastily presented his Nine Palace Bag. Although heartbroken, survival was the key. Everything else was insignificant.

Fang Lin casually accepted Zhao Shenkong’s Nine Palace Bag. Just as Zhao Shenkong was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Fang Lin suddenly said, “You’ve given me your stuff, you can proceed on your way.”

Zhao Shenkong was stunned. Proceed on my way? Which way?

Then he saw Fang Lin taking out the large bone club again, swinging it straight at Zhao Shenkong’s head.