I Might Be A Fake Cultivator
chapter-1419

The Starfire Battleship’s energy barrier enshrouded everyone, and the inky-black battleship studded with specks of starlight raced through the air. From afar, it looked exactly like a starry night sky.

“Starfire, accelerate!”

Liu Qianhuan yelled as starlight erupted from the battleship.

The vast power of stars began to push the massive battleship to speeds of one kilometer per second, ten kilometers per second…

In the end, the massive battleship over fifty kilometers in length disappeared into the distance.

After that epic battle, the Immortal Spirit Paradise had been completely ruined. The remaining Blood Tribe survivors looked up in the direction the battleship had flown in, and all of them heaved heavy sighs of relief.

“Phew… Thank God we managed to survive that.”

“We didn’t survive that. It was all because An Lin decided to let us go. He could’ve easily killed us if he wanted to.”

“What did he mean when he said he welcomed everyone who wanted to join the Holy Blood Cult?”

“That should be… just a straightforward invitation, right?”

All of the Blood Tribe powerful beings looked at each other, and their hearts began to waver.

“Roar! Roar…”

The Infernal Rakshasa was still struggling frantically on the ground, and the power of the sword of wind began to disappear, upon which his massive body quickly regenerated and his terrifying crimson power erupted into the sky.

“Kill… I’m going to kill all of you!”

Monstrous killing intent erupted forth alongside his enraged roar.

“Run! Emperor Yi Deng is still in his frenzied state!”

All of the Blood Tribe powerful beings immediately fled into the distance upon seeing this.

One of the Blood Tribe powerful beings didn’t react quickly enough, and they were instantly crushed by a mountainous mace…

Boom!

Heaven and earth tremored violently!

A huge crater appeared on the Immortal Spirit Paradise.

As for that Blood Tribe powerful being, there was no trace of them left.

All of the Blood Tribe powerful beings ran away even more quickly. At the same time, a sense of sorrow welled up in their hearts. They fought with their lives on the line for the emperors, and now, even after surviving the enemy attack, they were being hunted down by the frenzied emperor whom they served…

The Immortal Spirit Paradise was in turmoil once again.

The mindless Yi Deng was like a god of destruction, crashing through the Immortal Spirit Paradise, killing anyone he saw and toppling all mountains in his path.

Not long after that, strands of black silk began to extend toward the Immortal Spirit Paradise from the distance.

A frosty voice sounded in the distance.

“Yi Deng! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

A woman in a black imperial robe emerged atop a path paved by silk strands before pressing a hand down toward Yi Deng.

Countless strands of silk bound the eight-armed fiendcelestial, trying to immobilize him.

“It’s Empress Helen!”

“We’re saved…”

All of the Blood Tribe cultivators were moved to the point of tears at the sight of the woman in the sky, as if they were witnessing a goddess descending upon this world.

“Roar!” The Infernal Rakshasa was still struggling.

Helen gritted her teeth and reinforced her silk with her power of the divine dao to restrict the frenzied Infernal Rakshasa.

A tense impasse ensued.

Right at this moment, another ethereal voice sounded in the sky.

“Seal!”

A massive, golden palm obscured the sky.

It then began to fall from the sky.

The palm was imbued with immense power, and the Infernal Rakshasa had already been forced to his knees before it had even made contact with him.

The golden palm became smaller and smaller, but more and more powerful.

The Infernal Rakshasas joints creaked and popped, as if he was unable to hold on any longer.

The Blood Tribe cultivators were greeted by the sight of a graceful, elegant figure descending from the sky before imprinting his glowing palm upon the Infernal Rakshasa’s head!

Bam!

An explosion erupted, followed by golden ripples that proliferated forth for over a hundred kilometers.

A boundless golden divine symbol spread from the Infernal Rakshasa’s head all over his entire body.

The Infernal Rakshasa roared with pain and gripped his head with all eight of his arms as if his head was about to explode.

At the same time, his body began to shrink and deflate like a balloon.

Soon, the Infernal Rakshasa was Yi Deng once again.

Yi Deng’s features were deathly pale, and he supported himself with his hands as he knelt to the ground, panting heavily. He then threw up a few mouthfuls of blood, as if his body had suffered some sort of severe backlash.

Golden symbols were still shimmering on his body, restricting his power.

“What… what happened to me?”

Yi Deng looked around at his destitute surroundings with a confused expression.

“You lost control, Yi Deng. Look at all of this. You did this!” Helen spoke with an extremely thunderous expression.

She discovered that her three prized holy golden guardians had all disappeared!

“How did this happen when you had the Blood Patriarch formation to help you? You owe me an explanation.” Emperor Fu Tian also wore a dark expression.

Anyone would be enraged upon seeing their home being ruined like this.

Yi Deng’s lips quivered as the memories flooded into his mind.

His body shuddered as an expression of rage and horror appeared on his face. “It… it was An Lin!”

“An Lin?!” Emperor Fu Tian and Empress Helen’s expressions shifted at the same time.

Emperor Yi Deng began to recount everything that had happened here, starting from An Lin’s kamikaze rocket entrance, to his insane power at just the Return to Void Stage. He retold the events regarding the traitorous Holy Worshippers, the battleship that possessed Dao Integration Stage power, and how An Lin had saved the three Holy Disciples from the Blood Tribe holy land…

Emperor Fu Tian and Empress Helen felt as if they were listening to a fictional story as expressions of incredulity and astonishment appeared on their faces.

That was all done by An Lin?!

Emperor Fu Tian: “Helen…”

Empress Helen’s forte was gathering intelligence and soul-searching, and she verified his story with a stunned expression.

“He’s not lying…”

Emperor Fu Tian. “… The Heavenly Court and the Four Nine Immortal Sect sure cooperated seamlessly this time. Our Blood Tribe has lost this battle…”

“By the way, where’s An Mang?” Helen suddenly asked.

Emperor Fu Tian’s expression shifted. “Crap! He’s still in the Blood Tribe holy land!”

There was only one Holy Disciple within the Blood Tribe at this moment, and that was Emperor An Mang.

Hence, none of the emperors could send anyone in to look for Emperor An Mang within the Blood Tribe holy land. There was no way they could tell what Emperor An Mang’s current situation was, but a bad feeling welled up in all of their hearts.

This had been a cataclysmic day for the Blood Tribe.

The three Holy Disciples and many top-rate mighty figures betrayed the tribe, tens of thousands of Blood Tribe powerful beings had perished, among which there were about a dozen Return to Void Stage casualties, Emperor Yi Deng had been severely wounded, and no one even knew if Emperor An Mang was dead or alive…

It would probably take them over a thousand years to recover from such a disastrous ordeal…

Within the Starfire Battleship.

An Lin was meditating on the ship deck, quickly regenerating from his injuries.

His voice transmission talisman suddenly lit up.

He pulled out the voice transmission talisman to find that the Celestial Thearch was contacting him, and he immediately picked up.

“Hello, An Lin, how are your injuries? Can you tell me what happened? Did everything go smoothly?” the Celestial Thearch asked with concern in his voice.

“Everything went relatively smoothly. I saved all three Holy Disciples and ten Holy Worshippers. As for the Blood Tribe powerful beings, we managed to kill tens of thousands of them, among which were about a dozen Return to Void Stage casualties. We also managed to capture the three holy golden guardians alive, Emperor An Mang has most likely been driven insane, and Yi Deng has been severely wounded. That’s about it though.”

An Lin gave a rough, summarized report.

The Celestial Thearch: “… Bad*ss!”