"Die!"
Facing the cultivators kneeling in a sea before him, Wang Chen uttered only a single word, then raised his hand again.
The power of the formation buried deep beneath Taiji Palace was instantly unleashed. As his palm came crashing down, it immediately enveloped the traitors.
Nearly a hundred extraordinary cultivators did not even have time to cry out before they were all crushed into bloody patties!
Chang'an City's City Protection Array had been personally arranged by Wang Chen at tremendous expense, and its rank was beyond compare.
Yet even after he handed control over to Mo Han, the latter had been unable to fully unleash the formation's power.
Thus, it had been difficult to hold on amid troubles within and enemies without.
Now that Wang Chen had emerged from seclusion and personally taken control of the City Protection Array, the situation was entirely different!
This horrifying sight also became a nightmare the other cultivators present could never forget for the rest of their lives. From that day on, not a single traitor ever emerged among them again.
Ignoring the flood of notifications scrolling through his vision, Wang Chen flicked his sleeve and said, "Return to your posts. Leave the matters outside to me."
He nodded at Mo Han, then flashed out of the great hall.
The moment he stepped outside, Wang Chen looked up and saw two flying dragons circling in the sky.
These so-called flying dragons were not true dragons. In fact, not to mention a lower realm like the Mist Mountain Realm, even the vast and boundless Haotian Realm rarely showed any trace of true dragons nowadays.
The two flying dragons Wang Chen saw resembled the Western dragons from films and television dramas of his Previous Life. They possessed enormous bodies, powerful limbs, short thick necks, and