Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 563: No More Pretense, I’m Laying My Cards on the Table

Chapter 563: Chapter 563: No More Pretense, I’m Laying My Cards on the Table

"Originally, I wanted to just play along with you as a common man, but you, boy, are too treacherous, thinking you’re invincible with that broken sword," he sneered. "Well then, let’s drop the act, I’ll lay it all out!"

Lin Fan’s malevolent gaze brimmed with endless murderous intent.

Merely standing there, he managed to cause one’s hair to stand on end.

The Demon Qi emanating from his body had become tangible, like black flames.

A single glance was enough to fill one with dread.

"Who... who in the world are you!"

Chuanben Cilang looked at Lin Fan in front of him, aghast.

The evil sword in his hands could no longer emanate any demonic power.

The terrifying Demon Qi completely overwhelmed his presence.

"Someone you can’t surpass," Lin Fan did not move but watched Chuanben Cilang with a wicked look.

"I feel like I might be making too big a deal out of this. To use this power against someone like you is simply a waste," Lin Fan said.

"You... you think... you’ve won... it’s not going to happen... I don’t believe it... today I will defy fate!" Chuanben Cilang, overwhelmed by the pressure, had lost his sanity.

In his mind, he could hear the Mage’s words before their parting.

The Mage had said he would die in the Heavenly Cave, and it would be a torturous death at that.

The one to kill him would be someone of unimaginable strength.

This was to be his end in this life.

He didn’t believe it, not from the beginning.

Even though the Mage’s predictions had never been wrong over the years,

He still couldn’t accept it, especially since he felt he had reached the top tier since acquiring the evil sword.

How could someone in this world kill him, a demon as he was?

"To defy the heavens, you need the ability first. To me, you’re nothing but an ant. Of course, if you’re willing to share everything you know, I might let you die a bit more comfortably," Lin Fan said, his voice cold and merciless.

His tone brooked no dispute.

"You don’t have the right..."

Chuanben Cilang, now utterly mad, could no longer control his fear.

His forehead veins bulging, he let out a roar and charged at Lin Fan.

The sensation was like that of a lamb, completely terror-stricken,

throwing itself at a lion.

Seeking destruction was perhaps also a form of release.

"Pfft!"

But as soon as Chuanben Cilang came before Lin Fan,

a gust of wind pierced straight through his body.

Following that, his massive right arm broke off completely.

Along with the arm, the evil sword also fell to the ground.

"Ahh!"

Chuanben Cilang’s agonizing screams rang out.

The pain was as if his soul itself was being torn apart, causing him to writhe ceaselessly.

"Just a broken arm, is it really worth all that pain?" Lin Fan squinted at Chuanben Cilang.

Such pain was certainly not feigned.

But for a Martial Artist, a broken arm didn’t seem like that big a deal.

"It’s the cold poison backlash that’s making it so excruciating!" Ni Chang approached Lin Fan slowly.

In that moment, he was akin to a mad lion.

Even knowing he hadn’t lost his reason, Ni Chang still felt a tinge of fear.

This fear stemmed from deep within her soul.

Just like Zhao Jiaqi, who dared only to sneak peeks at them from afar,

not daring to come any closer.

As if at any moment, Lin Fan might devour her whole.

"It seems this evil sword had a method to alleviate pain!" Lin Fan said as he lifted his hand.

A force pulled the evil sword directly into his grasp.

"Be careful, that wicked thing will attack strangers!"

Ni Chang hastened to warn, but it was already too late.

Lin Fan’s hand had firmly grasped the demon blade.

"It doesn’t have the guts, does it?"

Lin Fan sneered as he brought the demon blade up to inspect it closely.

However, the demon blade had no reaction.

"Snap!"

As Lin Fan exerted force with his right hand.

The demon blade, once brimming with demonic energy, actually shattered on cue.

A burst of green light rose from the shattered demon blade.

Faintly, Ni Chang thought she heard a wail of agony.

It was the scream of the demon blade.

"Huff!"

But the next moment, Lin Fan actually absorbed the green light into his body.

Taking a deep breath, he couldn’t help revealing a greedy smile.

"Not bad, not bad, this thing is indeed very nourishing."

"You... you actually... absorbed the demonic energy!"

Ni Chang was shocked by everything happening before her eyes.

Although she already knew that Lin Fan was the progenitor of the Five Corpses.

But the extent of his abilities was unclear even to Huanji.

This demon blade must have existed for at least a thousand years.

The demon within, how powerful it must be.

Yet in Lin Fan’s presence, it became a mere tonic.

This was too terrifying.

"It’s just an appetizer, nothing to fuss about."

Lin Fan, satisfied, rubbed his belly.

Only then did he look towards Chuanben Cilang, "The stuff in this kid’s head should be useful. But looking at his current state, he doesn’t seem capable of speaking. Right, I remember you saying that your soul-shifting magic can seize another’s memories. Can you try it and see what exactly is in his head?"

"This... I’ve never tried... and if he resists fiercely, the memories might not be intact. But I can try. Even if I can’t get the memories, I can still shred his soul!"

Ni Chang felt no pity for this test subject before her.

His viciousness meant that even dying ten thousand times wouldn’t suffice to atone for his crimes.

"But he keeps moving, which makes it difficult to deal with. Can you help me immobilize him?"

"That’s quite simple."

Lin Fan sneered coldly and reached out, gripping his left shoulder.

Accompanied by the sound of bones crushing, his left arm was immediately immobilized.

Next, his legs were broken by two forceful stomps.

This removed his ability to support himself.

The whole person was like a pig placed on its back.

He lay there facing upwards.

Horrific shouts like the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves continuously came from his mouth.

"This will do."

As cruel as it was, Ni Chang naturally knew.

For such a beast, this method was nothing.

She immediately held her breath and focused, her hands rapidly forming seals.

As she whispered the abstruse incantation.

A beam of golden light from between her brows shot directly into Chuanben Cilang’s eyes.

This was the way of soul-shifting magic.

By entangling soul with soul, one captures the other’s intentions.

But just as Ni Chang was struggling to find something within his shattered soul.

Suddenly, a strange melody echoed in her mind.

The bizarre music, like a mix of wooden fish and bell chimes, seemed to trigger something.

Realizing something was wrong, Ni Chang urgently attempted to withdraw from his consciousness.

But in the next second, a figure appeared in her mind.

"Spurt!"

Ni Chang, spraying out a mouthful of blood, was caught by Lin Fan in his arms.

Her pale face was drenched with cold sweat.

"His body... someone planted a curse within... but, they still underestimated me... I caught a glimpse of an old woman’s figure... a great demon master!"