Struggle

Chen Wang cleaved apart the spiritual imprint within the God Slaying Technique with a single sword strike. He looked beyond the heavens and said coolly, "The mortal world is not a place you should meddle with. If you have the guts, come down and see whether I can kill you!"

Chen Wang had a premonition that the existence beyond the heavens should still be able to hear him before the God Slaying Technique completely faded.

Yet there was still no response from heaven and earth. As the divine radiance of the God Slaying Technique dispersed, Chen Wang could no longer sense that ancient, vast will beyond the heavens.

Everyone was stunned.

Feng Wuji and Yan Huifeng lay on the ground like dead dogs.

Chen Wang walked over unhurriedly, looked at Feng Wuji, and said indifferently, "You have a good eye, kid. Looks like you managed to cling to the right thigh."

Feng Wuji's face flushed crimson. He hurriedly struggled to rise, repeatedly smashing his head against the ground with loud thuds, utterly lacking the bearing of a Spirit Transformation expert. He said in panic, "Dean Chen, I was bewitched by someone too! It was all the Great Elder's fault. That bastard harbors the ambition of a wolf and the heart of a wild beast, colluding with Great Yan Heaven. Fuck his mother!"

By the end, Feng Wuji, a Spirit Transformation expert, could no longer suppress his fury.

They had thought the Great Elder had pointed them down a broad and glorious road, one that would lead straight to the heavens and make Ascending to Immortality effortless in the future. Who could have imagined that he was merely using them as medicinal primers, as sacrificial offerings?

Yan Huifeng could not help cursing loudly as well, berating the Great Elder's ancestors for