I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

“The holy disciples are your slaves?”

The Dark Poison Lord faltered upon hearing this before bursting into laughter.

“Hahahaha… you’re on the brink of death, and you’re still telling jokes? The mighty holy disciples are your slaves? Hahaha…”

An Lin’s words were apparently quite funny. At least the Dark Poison Lord was laughing.

An Lin couldn’t be bothered wasting any more words with the Dark Poison Lord. Just let him laugh while he still could, in case he became unable to laugh after a while.

He slit open a small wound on his arm, and his blood stained the blade of his Evil-Slaying Sword.

The Dark Poison Lord faltered slightly upon seeing this. Why was it that the defenses he had struggled in vain to break through were able to be sliced through so easily by An Lin himself? Could it be that he had expert control over his defenses that he was able to activate and deactivate it at will?

Also, why was he staining the blade of his sword with his blood? Could it be that he was going to unleash some sort of blood sacrificial technique?

The Dark Poison Lord’s mind raced as he focused his attention on An Lin. This was not an opponent that he could afford to underestimate.

The corners of An Lin’s lips curled upward in a cold sneer. “Now, it’s time to purify your existence.”

A black mist began to exude from his body as his aura climbed explosively to the pinnacle of the Soul Formation Stage.

The Dark Poison Lord’s expression shifted slightly as eight poison dragons each over ten thousand feet in length appeared before revolving around his body. These dragons exuded a mountainous collective aura that threatened to crush heaven and earth.

An Lin stepped forward, and his body instantly broke through the sound barrier as he launched himself toward the Dark Poison Lord.

The Dark Poison Lord did not dare to get careless as three of the poison dragons opened their cavernous mouths before charging toward An Lin.

An Lin’s Evil-Slaying Sword trembled lightly as boundless darkness descended upon the earth, and a deathly silence ensued, plunging the Dark Poison Lord into a complete sensory deprivation!

Six Strikes of the War God, Shadow Tiger!

In that split second, the Dark Poison Lord felt a sense of impending doom engulf his entire body. However, he was very calm, and he instantly used the remaining five poison dragons to create a watertight defensive barrier around him.

However, right at this moment, a black hole suddenly appeared under his feet.

At the same time, a mountainous gravitational force acted upon his body as well as the environment around him. Regardless of whether it was air, vital energy, the omnipresent poison mist, or the Dark Poison Lord himself, everything was struck by an extremely fearsome gravitational force as the black hole underfoot threatened to engulf everything between heaven and earth.

The Dark Poison Lord and the poison dragons around him faltered under the gravitational force for a split second. An Lin took advantage of this split second to break through the barrier of poison dragons before appearing behind the Dark Poison Lord. The Evil-Slaying Sword, which had been stained by his blood, slashed down before slicing a huge gash into the Dark Poison Lord’s body!

“I’ll kill you!” The Dark Poison Lord was wounded once again, and an overwhelming sense of humiliation welled up in his heart. He unleashed a ferocious counterattack as all eight poison dragons converged toward An Lin at an incredible speed.

An Lin was unable to maintain his Abyssal Gravity Technique any longer. In order to evade the poison dragons, he immediately spread his Wings of Wind to fall back in a frantic retreat.

“It doesn’t matter how many times you can wound me! You will inevitably be defeated in the end!” The Dark Poison Lord’s voice was filled with malicious killing intent, seemingly as if it had erupted from the pits of hell.

The dragons converged toward An Lin before tearing at his body.

However, An Lin’s body seemed to be made out of indestructible diamond, and it remained completely unscathed in the face of the poison dragons’ ferocious attacks.

“You really are weak; a lot weaker than even Merlin. But I guess I can begrudgingly accept you as one of my underlings,” An Lin said with a smile as he cut a poison dragon down with his Evil-Slaying Sword.

“Your death is imminent, yet you still run your mouth!” A vicious expression appeared on the Dark Poison Lord as his attacks became even more ferocious and relentless.

“Aren’t you curious about why I stained my sword with my blood? My blood has already entered your body… Your existence is about to be purified by my holy blood!” An Lin replied with a triumphant expression.

He didn’t even need to stage a counterattack now. All he had to do was to evade the Dark Poison Lord’s attacks while waiting for the effect of his blood to activate.

The Dark Poison Lord sneered coldly upon hearing An Lin’s words, “Bullsh…”

However, he didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence before an unprecedented power spread throughout his entire body.

This was a destructive force that blighted him with extreme pain!

The Dark Poison Lord halted in his attacks as his eyes widened, and he clasped his hand over his chest in pain. “Wh-what did you do to me?”

“I didn’t do anything. I told you; my blood can purify your existence.” An Lin held his Evil-Slaying Sword by his side as blood dripped off the blade of the sword. “Now, you’ll be able to experience rebirth through destruction, thereby purifying your existence!”

The Dark Poison Lord’s breathing began to accelerate as a peculiar flush appeared on his face alongside expressions of shock and horror. “You, you… eurgh!”

He suddenly threw up a huge mouthful of blood as his body swayed in the air before plummeting toward the ground.

The blood mist dissipated, and the Dark Poison Lord’s vitality diminished at an alarming rate.

Boom!

His body crashed heavily into the ground. An expression of despair still lingered on his face as his mouth gaped wide open, but he was most definitely dead.

An Lin was quite shocked to see this.

He descended beside the Dark Poison Lord’s body and drew a sharp intake of breath.

“Why… why did he die?!” His mouth gaped open in incredulity.

Wasn’t he the Medicine Lord now? Where was the purification? Why was he the f*cking Poison Lord again?!

Was his blood so bad*ss now that he could even kill Blood Tribe Return to Void Stage mighty figures now?

An Lin felt like his mind was a little scrambled.

All the students under Tina’s protection had also witnessed everything that had happened.

They witnessed An Lin inflict a wound upon the Dark Poison Lord before being forced back into retreat all the way up until the Dark Poison Lord suddenly died in mid-air. At that moment, all of them erupted in raucous cheers.

“The Dark Poison Lord suddenly died! Was that a bloodline curse spell technique that An Lin just used? That’s awesome!”

“God An really is the most powerful student in our university. He can even slay a Blood Tribe Return to Void Stage mighty figure with a strike of his sword!”

“To be able to witness such a thrilling battle is the best reward I could have asked for from these end-of-year examinations.”

…

All the students were in a heated discussion while Tina retracted her defensive spell technique before making her way toward An Lin with Da Bai by her side.

“Big Brother An, I didn’t think that you are already so powerful! Woof!” Da Bai ran up to An Lin with excitement flashing through his large, round eyes in an adorable display.

“Giant An Lin, why did your blood kill that man? Shouldn’t he feel very good after drinking it?” Tina had seen him feed his blood to his Blood Tribe underlings before, so she was quite confused by what she had just witnessed.

Tina’s words echoed the question in An Lin’s heart.

That’s right, wasn’t his blood supposed to be their favorite food? Why did it become a lethal poison again?

He made his way toward the Dark Poison Lord and looked down at the lingering expressions of agony and despair on his face before coming to a sudden realization.

Hadn’t the Spirit Nurturing Stage Blood Kings and Soul Formation Stage Blood Gods that he had killed in the past died in exactly the same way?

Could it be… that this Dark Poison Lord really was too weak?

So weak that he was unable to accept the purification power of his blood?

Holy f*ck! How was this Return to Void Stage Dark Poison Lord so damn weak?!