Song Chunsheng's expression changed drastically. He rolled over and landed several meters away. Where he had been standing, there was a pile of rubble and a palm print on the ground.
"As expected of a Grandmaster!!"
"Grandmasters, follow me to kill this scoundrel."
Song Chunsheng's words were like sparks igniting a powder keg. As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people shot towards Su Lin's direction. Su Lin's side was outnumbered, but his martial arts skills were formidable. He killed two Grandmasters with two Yang Flame Needles, and his side's momentum immediately rose.
The Song family's offensive immediately slowed down. Seeing this, Xiao Chen shouted, "Don't be afraid, everyone. This kind of technique consumes a lot of internal energy. You'll be exhausted after just a few needles."
Everyone looked at Su Lin, and sure enough, Su Lin's breathing was a bit heavier. Although he tried his best to maintain his balance, everyone present was a Grandmaster, a master with keen observation skills, and they could tell at a glance.
So the people who had been standing still rushed forward again.
"Chirp~!!"
A whooshing sound came from the air, and Su Lin was somewhat surprised. This was the Taiyi Divine Needle that Xiao Chen had mastered.
However, he was not panicked. In the blink of an eye, he dodged Xiao Chen's silver needles and flew towards him.
"Stop him."
"Bang bang bang..."
More than a dozen grandmasters surrounded Su Lin, but they were held back by the grandmasters from the Qin and Li families.
Su Lin then used two more silver needles to instantly kill the two grandmasters who were fighting him.
"Xiao Chen, even at this point you're still hiding behind people. What, you don't dare to fight me fair and square? Or are you waiting until you've killed off these scapegoats from the Song family, and then using your master's favor to find the next tool family?"
Su Lin unleashed over a dozen palm strikes in quick succession, still managing to make sarcastic remarks with ease. This made Xiao Chen realize just how vast the gap was between them.
He felt a gaze fixed on him, and he knew without a doubt that it was Song Zhiming's.
Because Song Zhiming had warned him not to run away this time, he subconsciously stared at Su Lin after hearing his words.
Feeling like a thorn in his back, Xiao Chen knew he had nowhere to retreat, so he joined the Grandmaster in a fierce battle with Su Lin: "Su Lin, you are indeed powerful, but with so many of us, we can wear you down."
After saying that, he flipped his hands over, and ten silver needles appeared in his hands.
Although he didn't have Su Lin's profound internal strength, he had been playing with needles since he was a child, and in this respect, Su Lin couldn't compare to him at all.
"Let's see how you hide this time."
"Chirp chirp..."
"Clang clang clang~!!"
The ten silver needles struck Su Lin's body but didn't penetrate his flesh at all, leaving not even a small red mark. Su Lin's entire body turned golden, radiating a faint golden light.
"Bang bang bang~!!!"
"duang~duang~duang..."
"..."
Seven or eight grandmasters struck Su Lin with their palms, fists, and legs, producing different sounds, but Su Lin's expression did not change at all, and he did not even feel any pain.
He patted his chest and said, "Go on, I can still handle it."
The grandmasters were stunned. Su Lin was fine, but their hands were in pain.
"How could that be? I don't believe it, I don't believe it."
Xiao Chen took out a golden needle, which was more than half a foot long, and shot it towards Su Lin.
Su Lin didn't even glance at the golden needles. He leaped from his spot and rushed in front of Xiao Chen, throwing a punch.
"Pfft!!"
Xiao Chen was sent flying twenty meters backward, coughing up blood in mid-air.
Song Zhiming, who had been standing with the two ancient martial arts practitioners the whole time, finally changed his expression: "Elder Xue, have you ever seen this kind of technique that can turn the whole body golden?"
The old man beside him shook his head; "It's very strange, something I've never heard of or seen before."
On the other side, the ancient martial artist carrying a large sword also shook his head.
"This Su Lin is really strange. You two go and give him a try."
The two responded and joined the battle.
Song Zhiming walked towards Xiao Chen, who was lying on the ground.
At this moment, Xiao Chen was hit in the stomach by Su Lin's punch. He felt like his stomach was about to explode, and his internal organs were injured to varying degrees. Fortunately, Wang Yannian had been training him on the mountain, so he was not killed by Su Lin's punch.
Seeing Song Zhiming approaching, he assumed Song Zhiming would treat his injuries, so he reached out his hand; "Uncle Song."
Song Zhiming smiled gently, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and said with concern, "Xiao Chen, you're seriously injured, don't speak. I'll give you medicine."
Seeing Song Zhiming's behavior, Xiao Chen instinctively sensed a murderous intent. He quickly used his last bit of strength to escape in the opposite direction of the battle.
Song Zhiming chuckled mockingly and said, "Xiao Chen, didn't we agree not to run away? Why did you run away anyway?"
Xiao Chen didn't care about Song Zhiming's words. He knew that Song Zhiming would definitely not chase after them, and Su Lin was entangled by a group of experts, which was the best time for him to escape.
He had made up his mind that this time he would escape and return to the mountain, and would not come down the mountain until he had cultivated to the level of a Grandmaster.
Xiao Chen used a secret technique to escape quickly. He only slowed down when he was out of the airport area and didn't feel anyone chasing him. He coughed up blood along the roadside.
"Cough cough cough..."
"Cough cough cough... Miao"
Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by. Xiao Chen rubbed his eyes, which were covered in sand, and then he saw a figure.
Song Zhigang looked at Xiao Chen and said calmly, "Xiao Chen, I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
"Second Uncle Song! What are you doing here?"
Song Zhigang smiled and said, "Of course I'm here to see you off on your way."
Without giving Xiao Chen any time to react, he slapped Xiao Chen on the chest.
Xiao Chen was sent flying backwards once again.
This time, he had no way to protect himself.
Song Zhigang landed beside him, looked at him and shook his head; "At such a young age, doing things like this is really not the way a disciple of the Ghost Doctor should behave."
After saying that, Xiao Chen's vision went black and he lost consciousness.
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Looking at Xiao Chen, whom he had killed with a single palm strike, Song Zhigang felt a bit absurd, yet he had to admit that this was reality.
He shouldn't have participated in the fight between Xiao Chen and Su Lin, as an outsider, but he did so to repay a debt of gratitude, and even saved Xiao Chen. As a result, this guy brought the Song family here to kill him, but Song Zhigang didn't feel any guilt. Even if Wang Yannian came to settle accounts with him, he still wouldn't be afraid.
Song Zhigang disappeared from the spot carrying Xiao Chen's body.
At the same time, Su Lin, who was engaged in a fierce battle with everyone, suddenly heard the system's voice in his mind.
[Ding! The protagonist, Xiao Chen, has died. Congratulations, host, on your victory! You have been awarded three chances to draw from an epic treasure chest.]
[Ding! One main character has been successfully eliminated. System rating in progress.]
[Ding! Rating complete. System rating: S.]
[Ding! The host has eliminated the protagonist and has gained one opportunity to advance one minor realm in cultivation. Simply recite "advance" to do so.]
[Ding! The host has successfully eliminated the protagonist Xiao Chen, automatically replenishing the first needle of the Taiyi Divine Needle - the Li Jin Needle.]
Su Lin, who was entangled in a fight, was overjoyed to hear the system's voice. He was now handling these people with ease, and he deliberately pretended to be entangled in a fight in order to lure Song Zhiming into making a move.
Su Lin hadn't forgotten his purpose today: to kill Xiao Chen, then let Song Zhigang return to the Song family and take control of it. If he killed all the Grandmasters of the Song family, what would be the point of playing the snake skin game?
That's why he deliberately acted like he was locked in a fight, just to wait for Song Zhiming to make a move.
Seeing that seven or eight people were fighting with Su Lin, Song Zhiming noticed that although Su Lin was in grave danger, he was not seriously injured. On the other hand, because Su Lin had held off too many people and even killed several of them, the remaining people were not in a superior position. On the contrary, under the combined attack of the Grandmasters from the Qin and Li families, they were showing signs of being defeated.
Song Zhiming knew that if he didn't take action soon, the situation on the battlefield would become even more perilous.
Without further hesitation, he roared and joined the battle.
The aura of a Grandmaster at the peak directly enveloped the entire battle circle. All the Grandmasters around were shocked. They never expected that the usually refined Song Zhiming would be a Grandmaster, and at the peak of the peak, only one opportunity away from becoming a terrestrial immortal.
Su Lin's eyes lit up; this was exactly the moment he'd been waiting for: "Perfect timing!"
This is the time!
"Extract it!!"
He pushed his Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill to its limit, withstanding the combined attacks of the seven Grandmasters around him, and silver needles suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Master, be careful!"
Su Lin's aura also rose to the peak of Grandmaster, and then the silver needle in his hand directly blew off Song Chunsheng's head, and then stabbed towards Song Zhiming again.
Song Zhiming shifted half a body position to the side, and the silver needle flew past his cheek.
"Sizzle~!!"
He could feel the scorching silver needles scraping a bloody mark off his face and burning the flesh of the wound until it was smoking.
Song Zhiming touched his cheek and roared in anger, "You're asking for it!!"
"Blood Elder, you two cooperate with me and take him down together."
"good."