Bai Wei nodded and respectfully said, "Disciple forfeits!"
Fourth Senior Sister, Zhao Xinmeng, narrowed her eyes as she looked at Wang Lin and softly said, "Seventh Brother, if I forfeit again, it will be too easy for you to obtain the title. Our battle will be today!"
The image of Yundao Zi's terrified gaze flashed through Wang Lin's mind, and his heart skipped a beat. A hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes.
"Disciple forfeits!" Wang Lin took a deep breath and looked at Tian Yunzi.
Tian Yunzi was stunned. This was the first time Wang Lin had seen such an expression on his face. Tian Yunzi frowned as he looked at Wang Lin and asked in a low voice, "Why do you forfeit!?"
The calm expression on Zhao Xinmeng's face disappeared, replaced by a strange expression. She looked at Wang Lin silently.
The terrified gaze on Yundao Zi's face still lingered in Wang Lin's mind. After hearing Tian Yunzi's words, Wang Lin was silent for a moment before he said, "Disciple's cultivation base is not high enough to compete with Fourth Senior Sister …."
"Wang Lin!"
Tian Yunzi interrupted Wang Lin. He gave him a deep look and said, "Master hopes that you can compete once!
My disciple does not want to be a coward. Don't be bewitched by others, and don't let your heart be filled with distracting thoughts. All you need to remember is to follow your heart. I will give you the time it takes half an incense stick to burn to think it over. If you still forfeit, I won't try to persuade you again! "
Tian Yunzi frowned. After he finished speaking, his gaze swept across the crowd and landed on the leader of the Yellow Division, Yundao Zi. His eyes flickered with a sinister light.
When Yundao Zi sensed his master's gaze, his heart trembled, and he quickly lowered his head.
When the disciples of the other six divisions heard Tian Yunzi's words, they all looked at Wang Lin. Most of their gazes were filled with astonishment, and they were reevaluating him.
As far as these people were concerned, it was extremely rare for their Master to console them. Besides Sun Yun from the Purple Division, Wang Lin was the second!
Half the time it takes for an incense stick to burn slowly passed. Wang Lin's eyes flashed as he looked at Tian Yunzi. He cupped his fists respectfully and said, "This disciple will snatch it once!"
Tian Yunzi's eyes were filled with gratification. He nodded and said,
"Alright!"
Zhao Xinmeng looked at Wang Lin and said softly, "Old Seven, let's begin!"
As she spoke, her figure flashed, and her entire body seemed like a dancing phoenix, a dancing butterfly, and she retreated swiftly to open up a distance of over 100m between her and Wang Lin. At the same time, her slender hand formed a seal before pointing forward.
Immediately, dots of purple light appeared out of nowhere and circled around the woman's body.
Wang Lin stared at those dots of light. On planet Tian Yun, magical treasures weren't used much in battles; they were all spells. Although he hadn't battled many times, no matter who it was, they all used spells as their main attack.
The dots of light circling Zhao Xinmeng suddenly gathered toward her finger as her right index finger moved. In the blink of an eye, her entire right hand was covered in a dense, purple light.
Even her appearance was set off by the purple, giving her a strange feeling.
"Old Seven, you still don't know about Senior Sister's dao. Today, I'll tell you. My dao is the Demonic Shadow Dao. As long as it isn't too high above my cultivation level, I only need to look at it once. Although I can't use it completely, I can more or less imitate it!
"This spell is something I created by imitating your Demonic Finger. I call it the Purple Demon Hand!"
With that, Zhao Xinmeng's right hand waved and the purple light suddenly flew out from her hand. It whistled through the air toward Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's eyes lit up and he suddenly retreated. At the same time, he raised his right index finger and the celestial spiritual energy in his body moved in the opposite direction. A purple spark suddenly appeared on the tip of Wang Lin's finger.
The moment the spark appeared, a monstrous amount of devilish energy appeared and surrounded the area.
"Is this child really someone who matches my dao … Back then, he left me a sentence. My dao is the dao of the heavens. Only by finding someone who matches my dao can I take the third step …" Tian Yunzi's expression was neutral as he looked at Wang Lin's right index finger.
"If this child really matches my dao, then I, Tian Yunzi, will risk it all at once!
"Ever since I met him, I've failed countless times in the past 30,000 years. Most of my disciples have died. Am I doing this … the anchor …" Tian Yunzi looked at Wang Lin with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
"Demonic Finger!" Wang Lin muttered with a serious expression.
The purple spark on his index finger suddenly left his hand and flashed forward, colliding with Zhao Xinmeng's Purple Demon Hand.
The purple star dot had completely merged into the purple light. A series of crackling sounds were immediately emitted from within it. At the same time, a strange change was continuously evolving within it.
This change only lasted for a few breaths before it collapsed. A purple halo came out like crazy and turned into a monstrous demonic aura that scattered in all directions.
The demonic aura inside the purple halo was several times stronger than the demonic aura inside Wang Lin's Demonic Finger. It was clear that it had gone through some mysterious change.
Zhao Xinmeng immediately retreated. Her right hand slapped her bag of holding and a bead appeared in her hand. She revealed a cunning expression and softly said, "Collect!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the spreading demonic energy in the surroundings suddenly came to a halt. Following that, the demonic energy rapidly swept toward the bead in Zhao Xinmeng's hand. In the blink of an eye, it was completely absorbed by the bead.
The originally white bead was now completely black. It was as if there was a vengeful spirit inside it, and it gave off a cold aura.
Zhao Xinmeng held the bead and smiled. "Old Seven, Senior Sister won't fight with you for the title of true disciple of the Heavenly Fate Seven, but this demonic aura must belong to me!"
Wang Lin looked at the bead and said, "You created the Purple Demon Hand to lure me into using the Demonic Finger to absorb the demonic aura inside, right? Senior Sister, if you had told me directly, perhaps I wouldn't have objected, but now it is impossible for you to obtain that demonic aura!"
The moment Wang Lin spoke, the demonic aura inside the bead in Zhao Xinmeng's hand disappeared as if it had never been there. The black bead quickly turned white.
This demonic aura wasn't the true demonic aura, but an illusion created by Wang Lin's celestial spiritual energy. This way, he could destroy it with just a thought.
This reversed celestial spiritual energy couldn't be given to others, or else they would be able to find the real method to cultivate the Demonic Finger.
Wang Lin had promised Situ Nan that he wouldn't teach these three killing moves to others!
Zhao Xinmeng's expression sank and her eyebrows furrowed. She looked at the bead in her hand and crushed it. She looked at Wang Lin and softly said, "Old Seven, I only want a trace of your demonic aura. If you give it to me, I'll immediately give up. Otherwise …"
Wang Lin looked at Zhao Xinmeng. He had some history with this woman, but overall, they didn't owe each other anything. Hearing this, Wang Lin calmly said, "Fourth Senior Sister, I can't help you with this!"
Zhao Xinmeng looked at Wang Lin. After a while, she raised her right hand and said, "Nine Revolution Celestial Refining Art!"
As soon as she said those words, a vast golden light immediately gushed out from Zhao Xinmeng's body. At the same time, her face was also enveloped by the golden light, giving off a strange feeling.
Her right hand looked like it was made of gold, emitting a golden glow.
A wave of metal-attributed celestial spiritual energy slowly appeared on his right hand. It took the form of a golden vortex and slowly rotated on his right hand.
One revolution, two revolutions, three revolutions, four revolutions, five revolutions … a total of five revolutions, before the golden vortex came to a stop and began to rotate in the opposite direction.
Wang Lin's eyes flickered as he raised his left hand. The force of the Third Revolution Golden Immortal Realm suddenly burst out and gathered on his palm.
A similar vortex silently appeared on Wang Lin's left hand and slowly rotated. One revolution, two revolutions, three revolutions!
Zhao Xinmeng's eyes flickered with astonishment. She had only given the Nine Revolution Celestial Refining Art to Wang Lin a few days ago, but he had managed to cultivate the force of the Third Revolution in such a short period of time. This had completely exceeded her imagination.
"Old Seven, the force of the Third Revolution is useless against me!"
Zhao Xinmeng withdrew the astonishment in her eyes and said calmly.
Wang Lin's expression remained the same. The celestial force in his body suddenly moved. A strand of it flowed along his left hand and directly merged with the force of the Third Revolution Golden Immortal Realm. Suddenly, the force of the Third Revolution shook violently and actually rotated once again!
"Now, it's the Fourth Revolution!" As Wang Lin spoke, another strand of celestial force flew out of his body and frantically drilled into his left hand.
The force of the Fourth Revolution Golden Immortal Realm rotated once again!
"Now, it's the Fifth Revolution!"
Wang Lin's expression remained the same, but he was suffering great pain inside his body. The force of the Golden Immortal Realm in his left hand was already somewhat out of control, but Wang Lin's mental fortitude was far beyond Zhao Xinmeng's imagination. After all, everything that Suzaku had experienced was something that a disciple of a famous sect like Zhao Xinmeng would never encounter in her life.
At this moment, in Zhao Xinmeng's eyes, Wang Lin's expression was the same as usual, and his expression was calm. There was not the slightest hint of anything wrong.
Wang Lin smiled, looked at Zhao Xinmeng, and said, "Do you want to see my Sixth Revolution Golden Immortal Realm?"
Zhao Xinmeng's face darkened. She looked at Wang Lin and said slowly:
"Even if you really have the power of the Sixth Revolution, you are still no match for me!"
Wang Lin laughed and patted his storage pouch with his right hand. Suddenly, the Giant Devil Clan's battle axe turned into a black light, flashed out, and directly floated in the void.
At the same time, Wang Lin swung the Beast Trap on his wrist and it fell to the side. With a bang, it turned into the God Slaying Chariot.
"With these two things, how about I fight you?"
"… I still have two chapters left. Alas, I really can't fill them up. Brothers, I thought I could do it, but the more I write, the more my mind is in a mess … Alas.
I guess I won't be able to keep third place this month. Forget it … "