Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 562: Lin Fan’s True Strength

Chapter 562: Chapter 562: Lin Fan’s True Strength

In a corner of the heavenly cavern,

children were still struggling mightily in the pond.

But on the shore, Lin Fan had no time to help with the rescue.

For at this moment, the body of the Woguo ronin opposite him had begun to undulate incessantly.

His already desiccated and frail body seemed to be harboring something.

Making his remaining muscles tremble continuously.

And his face had become incredibly ferocious.

"My hatred was born in the heavenly cavern, it was here that I became neither human nor ghost, so this place, including all the people here, has no value in existing anymore. Huayu cares so much about this place, so I will reduce it to ashes!"

A wicked smile played on the corner of the Woguo ronin’s mouth.

Huayu was the name of the previous Holy Maiden.

But Lin Fan noticed that his right hand was constantly writhing, with the root cause being the sword at his waist.

From the exchange just now, he had felt something was off.

"Seizing bodies, coercing the unwilling, you still think you’re in the right after reaping karma. I’ve seen shameless, but your level of shamelessness is truly unprecedented. It appears your race indeed is the source of sin."

Lin Fan gripped the blade in his hand, narrowing his eyes.

His disgust for the man had reached its peak.

"What of it if I am the source of sin? In this world, the strong reign supreme, and I shall defy fate. Today I will prove to the Mage that my fate belongs to me, not to the heavens!"

Chuanben Cilang muttered words that made no sense.

But the long blade in his right hand had already been unsheathed.

In an instant, a blood-scented sword’s edge came whistling towards him.

This was far more formidable than any previous attack.

"Clang!"

Lin Fan hastily swung his sword to block.

Yet he was jolted back five or six steps.

Any further back, and he would fall into the water.

"Somewhat interesting,"

he said, shaking his somewhat numb right arm.

Lin Fan’s gaze fell upon Chuanben Cilang’s right hand.

At this moment, the sword in his hand had turned completely pitch black.

Besides the sword blade which had clearly gained an extra section,

the skull on the hilt looked even more sinister.

The material, which resembled white bones, was expanding and contracting continuously.

As if the skull was somehow alive.

"It looks like the Mage greatly overestimated you. I’ve only used a fraction of my strength and you’re already struggling. What a disappointment!"

Seeing Lin Fan in disarray, Chuanben Cilang grew more arrogant.

The glowing skeleton continued to undulate.

"Though I know nothing of any Mage, your one layer of strength is far too insufficient. You’d better bring out whatever power you have and give it a try!"

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes.

The opponent’s actions and words carried a conspiratorial tone.

It seems he couldn’t afford to let him die too quickly today.

Otherwise, it would be hard to coerce the information he needed out of him.

"Boy, you will regret your ignorance, but don’t worry, that regret won’t last long!"

Tenchuan Cilang huffed coldly,

his figure like a bolt of lightning, slicing towards Lin Fan.

In just the blink of an eye, he had covered a distance of over twenty meters.

When he reappeared, he was already mid-air.

"Clang!"

As the downward attack descended,

Lin Fan raised his blade to meet it.

Accompanied by a series of strikes.

Two figures tangled together, their battle at a deadlock.

At this moment, Zhao Jiaqi and Ni Chang in the water had also dragged the last child to the shore.

Only when they were sure that all the children were safe did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhao Jiaqi even sat down on the ground with a thud.

Her face was deathly pale, and she couldn’t move.

Ni Chang looked anxiously at the two people still locked in fierce combat.

"No wonder this guy is still alive, the blade in his hand turns out to be a demonic sword. It seems there is a great demon supporting him from behind."

"Ni Chang, what are you talking about... What demonic sword?"

Zhao Jiaqi crawled over, confused.

With her current abilities, she was no longer able to distinguish who both figures were.

"It’s that ronin’s sword. I felt there was something off about it before, but now I know it’s a demonic sword. Logically, after he forcefully took the perfect body from master, he should be in excruciating pain, unable to move. But now, it seems that the reason he escaped the daily torment of bone-eroding pain has something to do with the demonic sword in his hand."

Ni Chang clenched her fists, her face filled with grief and anger: "Ancient texts record that the pirates of the southeast have a strange method that can transfer the demonic power that a person’s body cannot bear onto certain objects, enhancing the person’s own abilities. Now it seems these legends are true. This damn guy, using the demonic sword to sustain his life, has not only escaped the torment of pain but has also become stronger. It really is like the heavens have lost their eyes!"

"Can Lin Fan hold on?"

Zhao Jiaqi had not yet finished speaking.

The two figures suddenly parted.

And Lin Fan, who fell to the ground, broke several stalactite pillars before finally stopping.

He was in an utterly sorry state.

And he spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

His face was as pale as paper.

"With just this ability, you still want to block my way!"

Tenchuan Cilang too landed on the ground.

But at this moment, he had transformed.

His stature was over two meters tall, his thin body making his stark white and fierce ribs look even more conspicuous.

The hand holding the sword had become exceptionally strong, green veins writhing on it like green snakes.

His hairless and skinless body appeared all the more eerie.

His features, distorted, made him look like a demon from the underworld.

"It seems I did underestimate you. Now I am truly angry."

Lin Fan, pushing himself to stand up, wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth.

He originally wanted to rely on his own fighting prowess to defeat this guy.

But now it was clear that the opponent was not so easy to defeat.

Especially with his eerie right hand, resembling a Kirin Arm.

And the demonic power emanating from the black demonic sword.

It was enough to cloud one’s mind.

"You arrogant and worthless race, and here I was expecting the so-called decisive final battle from the Mage. You are a great disappointment. How could the Mage think you could kill me? Your despicable race cannot stop the blood moon from rising. When the blood moon emerges, our empire will dominate the entire world!"

Chuanben Cilang roared ferociously, brandishing the demonic sword in his hand.

But Lin Fan facing him was no longer speaking.

Because at that moment, a stream of black Demon Qi rapidly expanded from his heart.

It soon took over his entire body.

The black Demon Qi, flickering like black flames and carrying an endless stench.

Even the two women several meters away involuntarily shivered.

"It’s the Ancient Demon Qi from the ancestor of the five corpses!"

Ni Chang clenched her back teeth tightly.

This scene was identical to the one in her dream.

And in the environment of the mirror moon, the Demon Qi was diluted by the ice sword, so she didn’t feel much of it.

But this time, it was as if the entire cavern had been occupied by the Demon Qi.

At the center, Lin Fan’s hair had grown long.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

When he lifted his head, his eyes were filled with an evil light.

He had become possessed by the demon!