The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron-Chapter 818 - : Shadow of the Moro Sacred Tree

Chapter 818: Chapter 818: Shadow of the Moro Sacred Tree

Fang Lin appeared extremely suddenly, having executed the Traceless Body Skill that he had not used for a long time, silently approaching behind the young man in white.

With a long spear in hand and a murderous aura shrouding him, Fang Lin’s eyes carried a hint of chill intent, planning to take down the young man in white in the shortest possible time.

If he were an ordinary Spirit Vein martial artist, he would have been completely unable to detect Fang Lin’s approach, and even if he did, at such close range, there would be no time or opportunity to react to Fang Lin’s forceful attack.

But this time, Fang Lin miscalculated.

“You think I’m unaware?” the young man in white emitted a tone of indifference, and at the very moment the ancient spear struck, he grabbed Fang Lin’s wrist in one swift motion.

Fang Lin’s face changed abruptly, having lost his advantage, he tried to pull away and retreat, only to find that the young man in white possessed tremendous strength, grasping his wrist tightly like an iron hoop.

“Scram!” Fang Lin shouted angrily, the ancient spear in his hand bursting forth with terrifying killing intent.

“Even with a divine weapon, it’s a pity your strength is too weak,” the young man in white sneered. The Spirit Eye on his forehead opened and a Sky-Grazing Ancient Tree apparition emerged, enveloping the young man in white under the ancient tree.

Bang!!!

The killing aura of the ancient spear erupted, pouring out entirely on the apparition of the Sky-Grazing Ancient Tree, but it failed to harm the young man in white in the slightest.

“Damn it, how the hell did this pretty boy get so powerful?” the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng exclaimed, its eyes darting around as if it was considering making a quick getaway.

Fang Lin held the ancient spear, watching the young man in white with a cold gaze, particularly focusing on the ancient tree apparition swirling around him, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted.

The young man in white’s clothes fluttered, with the ancient tree apparition spinning around him, he looked indifferently at both Fang Lin and the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng.

“You two, identical to each other, although I don’t know why, but once I take care of you both, things will surely become clear,” said the young man in white.

Fang Lin clenched his teeth secretly, admitting to himself that he had indeed made some miscalculations; the young man in white’s strength was unexpectedly formidable, and it seemed that he had held back during the Xuan Emperor’s encounter with him and the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng before.

This time, even with the two of them joining forces to catch the young man in white off guard, he had still seen through their plot.

“Today, you are certain to die,” Fang Lin declared. Even though there were some missteps, plans cannot always keep up with changes, and having come this far, he had no choice but to press on. Best case, he could kill the young man in white; even if not, there were ways to extract himself and leave.

“That’s right, you’re sure to die, I will definitely bash you until you’re picking up your teeth from the ground,” the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng said, transforming in a blink, it actually took on the appearance of the young man in white.

Seeing this, the young man in white’s brow crinkled immediately, feeling more puzzled than ever.

Fang Lin inwardly admired the technique; this thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng’s transformation skill was truly formidable, having taken on the appearance of the young man in white, it was time for a good show.

“Watch the ‘Elder Tree Entangle’ of this great master!” the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng shouted, and above its head, too, the apparition of an ancient tree appeared, smashing fiercely towards the young man in white.

“Ridiculous,” the young man in white scoffed. The ancient tree apparition around his body was as immovable as a mountain, unflustered by the Corpse Ginseng’s oncoming ancient tree apparition.

A dull thud was heard, and the young man in white remained unmoved, the ancient tree apparition that shrouded his body still intact, just slightly dimmed.

Meanwhile, the ancient tree apparition summoned by the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng had completely disintegrated, failing to breach the young man in white’s defense.

“You may be able to mimic my technique, but you cannot imitate my true power,” the young man in white declared, with his aura becoming even more formidable, vaguely reaching the level of a Spirit Bone.

At this, Fang Lin’s expression darkened, as the young man in white turned out to be a dark horse, possessing such profound strength.

“Now it seems that the Supreme Remnant Volume must be on you,” the young man in white looked towards Fang Lin, a smirk tinged with mockery at the corner of his mouth.

“So what if that’s the case?” Fang Lin replied coldly.

The youth in white slightly shook his head, “I just find it strange. With your abilities, how did you become the successor of the Holy Palace? Could it be that over the years, the standards for accepting successors in the Holy Palace have fallen so low?”

These words were an outright display of contempt for Fang Lin, as the youth in white believed that Fang Lin’s abilities were far from sufficient to be the successor of the Holy Palace.

Fang Lin sneered, “Then what about you? Why don’t you use the martial arts of the Supreme Saint Hall? Haven’t you learned them, or do you simply not dare to use them?”

The youth in white remained composed, reaching out a hand to grab directly towards Fang Lin.

“Why would I need to use the martial arts of the Supreme Saint Hall to deal with you?” said the youth in white. His hand, carrying a mighty surge of Inner Strength, seemed as if it wanted to suppress Fang Lin in one fell swoop.

Fang Lin dared not be careless, gripping the ancient spear and summoning its true power.

Boom!!!

Red hair and crimson pupils appeared on Fang Lin again, a terrifying killing intent filled his entire body, and the ancient spear even burst forth with an extremely dreadful aura.

“Kill!” Fang Lin roared. The ancient spear thrust forward, aiming directly at the sky-reaching giant hand that was howling towards him.

Accompanied by the mighty killing intent, the ancient spear collided with the giant hand, like the clash of heaven and earth, like the confrontation between water and fire.

Fang Lin spat out blood from his mouth, but the ferocity in his eyes became even more intense, as if influenced by the ancient spear, Fang Lin seemed willing to gamble his life in a battle against the youth in white.

“Seeking death!” The youth in white’s face darkened, a phantom of an ancient tree flew out, with countless branches and leaves scattering down.

Protected by the killing aura, the scattering branches and leaves continuously struck Fang Lin’s surroundings, all blocked by the killing aura.

The ancient tree phantom, bearing a tremendous might as if from the ancient eras, directly appeared above Fang Lin.

Even before it descended, the sheer momentum was already causing Fang Lin unbearable and intense pain throughout his body, as if he were on the verge of collapse.

“Moro Sacred Tree!” Fang Lin, blood spilling from his mouth, uttered the name of the ancient tree through gritted teeth.

“To recognize this tree shows some insight. To die under the Moro Sacred Tree is an appropriate death,” said the youth in white with a smile.

Even with the ancient spear in hand, the power of the Moro Sacred Tree was too overpowering. If Fang Lin’s realm had been a bit higher, perhaps he could have resisted.

But at that moment, the situation was critical, and he was about to be suppressed by the Moro Sacred Tree.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Lin slapped the Nine Palace Bag and pulled out a blood-colored longsword, intending to use the power of two divine weapons to counter the suppression of the Moro Sacred Tree.

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But just then, the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng let out a loud cry, unexpectedly transforming into the appearance of the Giant Turtle Demon King.

“Damn it all! I’m risking it all!” The Corpse Ginseng, turned into a giant turtle, slammed its huge body fiercely against the phantom of the Moro Sacred Tree.