Escape?

Faced with a combined attack from a killing formation capable of instantly killing the Prodigies of great sects, Chen Fan's expression remained calm, a calmness that sent chills down one's spine.

He did not retreat, nor did he even draw the rough, Broken Saber from his back.

He simply took a light breath, and then lifted his right foot.

"You shouldn't have done that, you absolutely shouldn't have..."

A chilling aura appeared on Chen Fan's youthful face.

"Standing there in front of me, reeking of this stench."

Thump!

The eleven-year-old child's small foot landed heavily on the very center of the bronze altar!

There was no flash of inspiration, only an extremely pure and Martial God Dominant Will, carrying the supreme laws of black, white, life and death within the Divine Kingdom, like a divine needle piercing through heaven and earth, fiercely stabbing into the core array eye beneath its feet!

Buzz--!

The entire bronze altar, spanning over ten miles in circumference, trembled violently.

The Five-Decays Blood Sacrifice Formation, which was originally operating smoothly according to the will of the Supreme Cangming, had its operating logic forcibly reversed by this kick!

Click!

The ancient bronze cauldron, which had borne the Death Fiend Qi of the Five Decays for ten thousand years, suddenly burst open with countless spiderweb-like cracks.

Immediately afterwards, the Ten Thousand Years of Decaying Death Fiend Qi in the eight blood pools, the moment Chen Fan stirred them with the Absolute Dao Principles, completely lost their suppression. Like a volcanic ventilator, they erupted from the ground with a desolate mist that destroyed all life!

Whoosh!

The seven Nascent-Soul-Breaking Iron Halberd that pierced less than three inches from Chen Fan's face, upon touching the backlash of the Five Decays Death Tide, had their Earth-Rank Divine Runes on their surfaces turn black, peel off, and weather at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Spirituality vanished in an instant!

"What?!"

The black-armored commander's pupils trembled violently, and he screamed in utter terror.

The next moment, a violent gray-white wave surged upwards, directly shattering the seven top-grade Earth-rank battle spears into a pile of scrap metal!

Chen Fan stood at the center of the violent Law Storm, his clothes fluttering. The crude Diamond Talisman on his left chest emitted a faint and soft yellow light, remaining as steady as a rock amidst the raging tide of the Five Decays.

He raised his head, revealing a set of clean, even white teeth, his eyes indifferent as if the heavens were looking down upon ants.

"The soup in this cauldron has been simmering for three thousand years by your master."

"Since you're here, let's drink this as a sign of respect on behalf of your master."

The grayish-white mist of the Five Decays surged forth from beneath the bronze veins, transforming into a tangible Turbid Flow that crashed down on the seven assassins.

"No... impossible!"

The black-armored commander let out an extremely shrill scream.

The set of Earth-rank heavy armor he was wearing, which was strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a late-stage Nascent Deity Transformation, visibly shrank and peeled off the moment it came into contact with the filthy mist, turning into pieces of black rust scattered on the ground.

Next came his originally vigorous Pure Yang blood energy.

Flesh collapsed, tendons withered, and his once robust, towering body quickly hunched over.

The "decay of the physical body" and "decay of magical power" in the Heavenly Five Declines, when the formation was reversed, were the first to suffer the backlash against those who guarded the formation.

The six half-step Deity Transformation assassins beside him didn't even have time to let out a complete wail before their protective True Essence was completely corroded away. Their entire bodies rapidly weathered away, their skin clinging to their bones, turning into withered living corpses.

"My lord, save me! Lord Lu Jiuyuan, save me!!"

The Divine Soul was utterly terrified. Trembling, he pulled out a Space-Breaking Blood Talisman from his robes, attempting to crush it and escape.

However, just as the life-saving treasure, powerful enough to tear space apart, ignited a tiny flame, the surrounding space suddenly sank.

It was a pure will that transcended the laws of the entire Cangwu Realm.

The space was welded shut, and even his nascent Nascent Soul was frozen in the withered Qi Sea, unable to move an inch.

Chen Fan slowly stepped forward.

His hands were behind his back, and he didn't even touch the broken Broken Saber with its sheath at his waist. But deep in his amber pupils, two black and white Taiji fish were slowly turning.

"Escape?"

A cold glint appeared on Chen Fan's lips.

"You brought this pot in here yourselves, and you haven't finished the soup. Who gave you permission to leave?"

He raised his right hand and lightly pressed it down.

Boom!

The Void trembled, Life-and-Death Millstone Phantom flashed by.

That was neither magic nor magical artifact, but rather the crushing force of rules projected from an entire vast Divine Kingdom.

The snapping sounds were as dense as a torrential downpour beating down on withered lotus leaves.

Seven top assassins, capable of establishing their own sects in the Southern Nation, along with their ruptured Nascent Souls, did not shed a single drop of blood the moment they were crushed by the Millstone.

Their vitality and Dao Fruits were forcibly extracted the moment Chen Fan raised his hand, leaving only a pile of pale bone dust devoid of any spirituality, which scattered on the dark bronze floor tiles with a soft "poof".

The seven Deity Transformation were annihilated, both in form and spirit, in no more than three breaths.

However, at the very moment the seven people died, the entire abyss suddenly roared violently.

The seven array eyes that had been barely maintaining the operation of the formation were completely empty, and the bronze cauldron in the very center of the altar could no longer withstand the destructive and domineering intent left by Chen Fan's kick.

On the surface of the giant cauldron, the ancient inscriptions that had originally suppressed the Death Fiend Qi began to crack in large patches.

"Hold head high!!"

A mournful cry, as if emanating from the Nine Nether Abyss, resounded from inside the bronze cauldron.

Collapse!

The ancient bronze cauldron, over a hundred feet tall and several feet thick, shattered completely under the terrifying pressure accumulated over three thousand years.

Thousands of Bronze Fragments, burning with foul, dead fire, swept across the area like a torrential rain, severing the nine towering dragon pillars surrounding the altar in half.

Boom!

The dam has burst.

That was all the Death Fiend Qi the Supreme Cangming had accumulated here after spending three thousand years and draining countless amazing Prodigies in order to escape the karma of heaven and earth!

The poison of physical decay, the decay of the Primordial Spirit, the resentment of depleted lifespan...

This great calamity of the Heavenly Five Declines, which embodies the deepest despair of cultivators, transformed into a pitch-black tidal wave that stretched from the earth's veins, violently surging forth and instantly engulfing the bronze altar within a ten-mile radius.

The hundreds of thousands of skeletons embedded in the cliffs on both sides turned into dust in an instant when the calamity blew through.

Even the incredibly hard, millennia-old ice and obsidian walls were turning black and melting at a visible speed. The lowest World Barrier of the Fallen Immortal Ancient Plains was cracking under the strain, revealing bottomless, pitch-black spatial rifts.

Even if a true master of the Void Refinement realm were to personally suffer such calamities, they would be defiled and their Dao Foundation Primordial Spirit would be ruined if they were even slightly touched by them.

In the Center of the Storm, only a small figure stood silently in the Void.

The strong wind made Chen Fan's black robe flutter wildly, but his exquisitely sculpted face showed no panic, only indifference.

On his left chest, the cheap and crude Tier Two Diamond Talisman, drawn by Chen Changqing with his own blood essence, was emitting a soft and faint yellow light.