Spirit Sealing Array, heavy crossbow bolts, Innate Martial Artists!
Such a tightly interlocking killing trap posed immense danger to any early-stage Purple Mansion cultivator who fell into it.
Yet faced with the suppression of the Spirit Sealing Array, the incoming crossbow bolts, and the ambush of three Innate experts, Wang Chen remained unruffled and fearless. He did not even shift his feet.
Seeing this, the bandit leader assumed that Wang Chen had been stunned and had no time to react. A hint of smug satisfaction surfaced in his eyes.
So what if he was a Purple Mansion master?
He had still fallen into his trap, becoming a fat, juicy prey!
The bandit leader even began calculating how much profit he could squeeze out of Wang Chen.
A dignified Purple Mansion cultivator had to be worth tens or even hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones, right?
But in the next instant, the smugness in his eyes turned to shock.
Rip!
Amid the crisp sound of tearing cloth, the robe Wang Chen wore shredded inch by inch.
His body suddenly swelled, his bones cracking in rapid succession as his exposed skin gleamed with a bronze luster.
At that moment, Wang Chen seemed like a celestial god descended to earth!
Snap! Snap! Snap!
One crossbow bolt after another, each capable of piercing iron plates, struck his body—yet every arrowhead snapped cleanly apart.
They left only faint white marks on Wang Chen's skin.
Even those marks quickly faded away.
Then Wang Chen threw a punch at the saber that had just slashed toward him.
His fist collided with a weapon infused with Innate true qi. In this contest between flesh and blood and cold metal, the latter instantly snapped and shattered.
Bang!
The Innate Martial Artist, whose strength was far from ordinary, was struck