Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

"All things become one, souls are shattered!" Lin Hao shouted, his hands rapidly forming seals. A golden light shone around him, and an ancient and mysterious power burst forth from his body, condensing into a dazzling golden lightsaber. This lightsaber was unlike any other mortal power, imbued with the terrifying power to shatter all laws and penetrate all illusions.

The golden lightsaber sliced ​​through the air with a sharp, wind-breaking sound, heading straight for the phantom of the Qilin Soul. Hanba Sima Yan was shocked upon seeing this; he had never expected Lin Hao to be able to find the flaw so accurately. He quickly mobilized the remaining strength in his body to try to resist the attack.

But all efforts were in vain. The golden lightsaber penetrated the shadow of the Hound's Soul as easily as cutting tofu. The illusory and huge figure quickly dissipated under the illumination of the lightsaber, emitting bursts of shrill wails, and finally turned into specks of light and dissipated into nothingness.

"No! This is impossible!" Hanba Sima Yan roared in despair. He couldn't accept that his carefully planned evolutionary path had been so easily interrupted by Lin Hao. Without the support of the Qilin Soul, his internal energy began to disarray. His body trembled violently, as if all his strength had been drained from him. He collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.

Lin Hao slowly sheathed his sword, the golden light around him gradually receding as he returned to normal. He walked towards Sima Yan, the drought demon, step by step, each step appearing so firm and calm.

“Fuck! Fuck! —!”

On the other side, exclamations came one after another from every corner of the ruins. Everyone looked at the scene in front of them, and they were all shocked by the extraordinary strength displayed by Lin Hao.

"Yeah, they're too strong. It's a completely one-sided crush! We were terribly worried before, but now it seems that was completely unnecessary."

"Master Lin Hao...mighty 666..."

"Master Lin Hao, please accept my knees!"

Amidst a chorus of exclamations and worship, Lin Hao approached Sima Yan, his gaze cold and penetrating. He didn't rush to attack, but instead, looking down at him, imitating Lin Han's tone, and slowly spoke, "You piece of shit! Are you convinced now? Do you want to continue?"

"What kind of martial arts is this? Martial arts? How can you break my soul so easily?"

Sima Yan, the drought demon, had a hoarse voice and his eyes were full of unwillingness and confusion. He struggled to stand up, but found that he had lost the strength to move even a finger.

"Why, you want to learn? It's a pity you're too weak! Not worthy." Lin Hao replied indifferently, then turned around and put on a playful smile, said to Lin Han: "Brother, it's done! He will be handed over to you from now on!"

Lin Han nodded slightly upon hearing this, his eyes showing both recognition of Lin Hao's strength and a subtle sense of relief. He slowly stepped forward, looking down at Hanba Sima Yan, and said with disdain, "I overestimated you. I thought you were something to look at, but you're nothing special."

"Hmph, even if I am no match for you, you still can't kill me! I am immortal!" Hanba Sima Yan's voice was weak, but it carried a hint of madness and arrogance, as if his immortality was his last resort.

"Oh? Really..." Lin Han curled up the corner of his mouth with a sneer, then raised his finger and lightly tapped it with his fingertips. A subtle but condensed spiritual power wave overflowed from his fingertips and quickly sank into the eyebrows of Sima Yan, the drought demon.

"What did you do to me!"

Sima Yan, the drought demon, suddenly had his pupils shrink, and an unprecedented sense of fear arose spontaneously.

"Shh! Keep quiet and go where you should go." Lin Han made a gesture to silence the crowd, his tone filled with unquestionable majesty.

"No... Impossible! I am immortal!" The roar of Sima Yan, the drought demon, came to an abrupt end. The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his body began to shrivel and shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if all his vitality was being drained away by some mysterious force.

Soon, Sima Yan, the drought demon, turned into a dry skeleton, without any life left. Then the cold air that permeated the surroundings also dissipated, as if even the air had become a little fresher.

"Immortality? That's ridiculous!" Lin Han looked at the withered skeleton with a mocking smile on his face. He turned to look at Lin Hao, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, "Well done, little brother."

Lin Hao shrugged, looking relaxed. "No big deal, big brother. But having said that, the power of this Qilin Soul is indeed extraordinary. If I hadn't found its flaw in time, I'm afraid it would have taken quite a while."

"Owner……"

At this moment, Wen Bu Ren approached the remains of Sima Yan, the drought demon, and cried frantically, "This... How is this possible... Master, how could you..." His voice trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair. The once-invincible master of the drought demon, now reduced to a lifeless skeleton, was a transformation he found difficult to accept.

"You two... I'm going to fight you!"

Wen Bu Ren suddenly went berserk, his eyes bloodshot and a strange black aura emanating from his body. He was clearly deeply infuriated and wanted to avenge Sima Yan, the drought demon. He pounced on Lin Hao and Lin Han, but his speed was slower and weaker than before.

"You're asking for death!" Lin Han snorted, his body swaying, easily dodging Wen Bu Ren's attack. At the same time, he slapped out a palm wind, carrying a sharp spiritual power, directly hitting Wen Bu Ren's chest. Wen Bu Ren flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, spitting blood, and barely breathing.

"Hmph, a mere puppet, yet you dare to act so presumptuously in front of me." Lin Han looked at Wen Bu Ren coldly, without a trace of sympathy in his eyes. "Your master is dead, and it's time for you to go and accompany him."

After saying that, he flicked his fingertips, and a subtle wave of spiritual power shot out again, accurately penetrating into Wen Buren's eyebrows.

Wen Bu'ren's body trembled violently for a few times, and then he completely lost his life. His eyes were wide open, full of unwillingness and fear.

With Wen Bu'ren's fall, this thrilling battle finally came to an end. The cold and oppressive atmosphere that once permeated the ruins was completely swept away, replaced by a breath of fresh air and a gentle tranquility.

“Haha…we won!”

Everyone present cheered, their faces filled with irrepressible joy and relief. They hugged each other, celebrating this hard-earned victory, as if they had just woken up from a long nightmare.

Lin Hao and Lin Han smiled at each other. There was no need to explain the tacit understanding between them.

"Brother Lin Hao, are you interested in joining our Tiger Team?" Wu Hao stepped forward and looked at Lin Hao with a smile on his face, his eyes full of admiration and anticipation. He patted Lin Hao on the shoulder and continued, "The strength you demonstrated today has opened our eyes. The Tiger Team needs young talents like you to strengthen our strength."