Scattered and Fleeing!

When the great seal flew back into Zhang Chen's hand, nothing remained on the ground but a large pit.

At the bottom of the pit lay a shapeless smear of flesh and blood.

As for that magic tool longblade, it had long since turned into a useless lump of scrap iron.

"Th-this... this this this!"

Wang Teng's jaw dropped, his entire mind blank.

He stared at the yellow seal in Zhang Chen's hand, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

One strike.

Just one strike!

A seasoned Foundation Establishment Middle Stage expert, one who had even killed several cultivators of the same rank, had been smashed into meat paste in a single blow?

What kind of magic treasure was that?

A magic tool could never have that kind of power! Was that... a Nascent Dharma Artifact?!

"Y-you... you..."

Wang Teng's legs went weak as he stumbled backward.

"What about me?"

Zhang Chen held the Heaven Shaking Seal, advancing step by step: "Young Master Wang was just talking about crippling me and making my life worse than death, wasn't he? Why aren't you shouting now?"

The few Wang Family cultivators nearby who had originally wanted to help took one look at the gruesome scene in the pit.

Every single one of them turned pale with terror, and not a single one dared to step forward.

"You bastards! Get him! Stop him!"

Wang Teng shrieked in panic as he grabbed a huge handful of talismans from his Storage Bag.

He hurled them at Zhang Chen like they cost nothing.

Fireballs, ice spikes, wind blades... a storm of low-grade spells rained down on Zhang Chen like a torrent.

But Zhang Chen simply raised the seal again, and it instantly expanded.

Blocking in front of Zhang Chen.

The spells slammed into the seal, making quite a racket.

Yet they couldn't budge it an inch.

"Is that all you've got?"

Zhang Chen shook his head, a flicker of impatience in his eyes: "The so-called number one of the Wang Family's younger generation? That's it, that's it?"

"Ahhh! I'll kill you!"

Seeing this, Wang Teng's rage flared.

A cruel glint flashed in his eyes as he bit his tongue hard and spat a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the longsword in his hand.

That was his Natal Magic Tool, also a rare Top-grade Magic Tool.

"Swift Shadow Kill!"

Wang Teng roared, his entire body turning into a blur as he charged at Zhang Chen with blinding speed.

"Courting death."

Zhang Chen stood his ground, his eyes full of disdain.

With just a thought.

Hum!

An invisible wave erupted from Zhang Chen as the center.

It was Spiritual Sense, condensed into a needle—domineering, ruthless Spiritual Sense!

God Shaking Technique!

"Ahhh--!!!"

Wang Teng, mid-charge, suddenly froze.

In an instant, blood burst from all seven of his orifices, his eyeballs nearly popping from their sockets.

The longsword in his hand could no longer be held.

"Spiritual Sense... a Spiritual Sense attack..."

Not far away, Wang Lie was locked in fierce battle with Zhang Yunshan. Hearing his son's scream, He turned his head and was instantly terrified out of his wits.

Only now did he finally understand.

That "mysterious expert" who had ambushed his son earlier...

Was none other than this Young Master of the Zhang Family, whom he had dismissed as nothing!

"Teng'er!!"

Wang Lie's eyes split at the corners. Rather than take Zhang Yunshan's sword, he twisted around to save his son.

But clearly, it was far too late.

Zhang Chen slapped his Storage Bag. A Top-grade Magic Tool appeared in his hand, and he raised it, unleashing a Sword Qi.

It swept across Wang Teng's neck.

Puchi.

The scream cut short.

A fine head shot into the air, its face frozen in extreme agony and terror.

The headless body swayed twice, spurting a gush of hot blood.

Then it crumpled softly into the dust.

The Young Master of the Wang Family, Wang Teng, was dead.

"No—!!!"

In the sky, the Wang Family Head, Wang Lie, let out a wail at the sight.

"I'll tear you into a thousand pieces!!"

Witnessing his beloved son's head soaring upward, in that instant, Wang Lie felt the whole world turn blood-red.

The sounds of battle and wind around him vanished entirely. Only his son's face, frozen with terror and pain, kept surfacing before his eyes.

"Ahhh! I want your life!!"

Wang Lie roared. The spiritual power within him ignited like a powder keg, completely berserk.

He didn't even care about the Flying Sword coming at him from behind, letting it slash a wound across his left shoulder.

His entire body turned into a streak of blood-colored light, charging madly at Zhang Chen.

He was a Golden Core Great Perfection cultivator.

This strike, fueled by hatred, overdrew nearly thirty percent of his Essence Blood.

The Blood Drinker Saber in his hand traced a hundred-zhang-long, scarlet blade aura through the air. Even the air sizzled under the terrifying heat.

It seemed intent on splitting heaven and earth in two.

"Wang Lie, your opponent is me!"

How could Zhang Yunshan sit by and watch his son be killed?

The moment he sensed Wang Lie's aura lock on, he had already summoned the Ancient Bronze Cauldron.

The cauldron swelled as it flew, turning in the blink of an eye to the size of a small mountain.

Ancient inscriptions on its surface lit up one after another...

Exuding a heavy, earth-stable aura.

Clang!

The blade aura slammed fiercely into the cauldron.

A deafening clash of metal rang through the sky.

The terrifying sound waves shattered the ground for dozens of zhang in every direction.

The Bronze Cauldron trembled violently, its surface light flickering unsteadily.

But in the end, it held firm, blocking the fatal strike.

"Get out of my way!"

Wang Lie's hair was disheveled, his demeanor like a mad demon. He swung his long blade wildly, each strike faster than the last against the cauldron.

It was a pure, life-for-life tactic.

"Ridiculous!"

Zhang Yunshan sneered. With one hand forming a seal, he stabilized the cauldron, his eyes full of cold contempt.